"Ah Yan, be good, drink it." The voice was surprisingly soft, very different from the harsh tone just now.
He Mucheng shook his head.
This stuff is extremely cold. If she drinks it, she might faint from the pain if her period comes again.
Seeing her refusal, Murong Ke smiled.
"I can't wait for half a month. It's just a bowl of medicine, so why bother with it?"
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth secretly, raised his hand to cover the little girl's cheeks, and exerted force with his fingertips. He Mucheng's lips and teeth instantly opened in pain.
The bitter decoction slowly flowed into his mouth along the base of his tongue. As the restraint on Murong Ke's hand continued to increase, He Mucheng could not swallow it, so he could only cough lightly subconsciously, and his face suddenly turned red.
I don't know how long it took, until the bowl of medicine soup reached the bottom, Murong Ke threw the medicine bowl in his hand to the ground, casually pulled the brocade quilt with his big palm, and wiped the medicine juice that spilled from the corners of the little girl's mouth.
He wiped it very carefully and conscientiously. He Mucheng's body was trembling, and his breathing seemed to be choked with depression.
After wiping and wiping, I heard him murmuring softly in his throat, "How I want to wipe it clean for you..."
There seemed to be a flash of frost in Murong Ke's eyes. Slowly, his anger gradually faded away, leaving a trace of disdain hanging on his lips, which eventually turned into a slightly curled up laziness.
"Nan's Ayan, have I warned you not to be contaminated by Ji Yunyuan?"
Before I could close the window, the door was kicked open!
He sneered and said, "Nan's Ayan, how did I, Ji Yunyuan, regard you as my favorite, but it turns out you are nothing more than that."
He Mucheng has already learned this.
The cold nature of this saffron is simply terrifying!
There are still a few days until the sunflower water comes, but this bowl of medicinal soup directly makes menstruation advance...
"Did you do it voluntarily, or did he force you?"
"Since you know, why do you let me waste rice?"
Or maybe he is a moody devil who has never restrained any emotions towards women. When he is in a good mood, he will speak softly, but when he is not in a good mood, he will lose his weight in his hands.
Seeing her originally pale cheeks slowly turning an abnormal blush, Murong Ke finally released his restraint and threw the little girl to the edge of the bed with all his strength.
He Musheng shook his head, "I won't help you."
He slowly straightened his back and said, "I think that my clan, Murong Xianbei, has always been trying to survive in the cracks. Originally, Shi Hu was violent and had his own destiny, but unfortunately, there is an extra Ji Yunyuan in this world."
As she thought this, she saw the movement of Murong Ke's hand stagnant.
He Mucheng knew that Murong Ke would definitely ask the doctor about her condition, and she did not dare to exchange the special medicine from the system privately.
Murong Ke looked at the little girl's increasingly pale face, closed his eyes, and said, "Nan's Ayan, I will let you see with your own eyes how your future husband of the Jin Dynasty, who you will be proud of, personally sacrificed his life for you.
Lose all the honors you worked so hard to win for him bit by bit!"
He Mucheng slowly calmed down his mind, Murong Ke, he must have had something stuck in his throat.
He Mucheng followed his gaze and looked down. Even she took a breath when she saw it.
He Mucheng's heart sank!
She hurriedly walked to the window sill and opened the window. When she saw it, she saw countless sky lanterns rising slowly in the sky not far away. The light of the sparks, when gathered together, was enough to light up half the sky!
Who could it be? Is he sending her a message?
More than a month passed like this, until one night, He Mucheng was lying weakly on the bed and tossing about without sleep, when he heard noisy discussions outside the door:
"Look, someone is setting off the Kongming Lantern!"
"Ji Yunyuan is brave and reckless. It's easy to plot against him. But it's you, a little fox, who allowed him to get to where he is today step by step. Nan's Ayan, if you can entrust this sincerity to me, I'm afraid it will be me, Murong Ke."
, is it not just wishful thinking to want to be the emperor of the Han Dynasty?"
When they raised their eyes, the two met each other's eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Murong Ke ducking to her side, clasping his big palm on her shoulder, and tightening it hard. He Mucheng was in pain, so he loosened his fingers, and immediately an anesthetic gun was fired.
The trend of history is that Ji Yunyuan lost the support of the Jin Dynasty. Relying on his passion, he first helped Shi Hu capture the expanded territory of Zhao, offending his surroundings, and then turned against Shi Hu and offended Zhao Quan. In the end, although
The Ji Wei regime was briefly established, but was once besieged by Murong Ke and had no one to help it, and ended miserably.
But He Mucheng knew that the reason for Ji Yunyuan's repeated attitude was because he had to do it as a last resort and because he was calculated by others.
After that, Murong Ke never set foot in the courtyard where she lived again.
From this point of view, he probably won't be able to touch him in a short time, so he has to find an opportunity to escape as soon as possible...
Murong Ke bent down to pick up the familiar gadget and played with it for a moment, then a cold dagger slipped from his wrist to his fingertips.
"I know," Murong Ke laughed at himself, "If you, Nan's Ayan, become stubborn, no one can persuade you."
For a man who was humble and kind in history to insult a helpless woman like "she's so mean" shows that he was extremely disappointed and extremely painful.
Ever since He Mucheng was given a bowl of saffron last time, the sunflower water has never ended.
On the contrary, doctors came to consult her every day and gave her good medicine to replenish her body to ensure that she would not die from it.
Slowly, He Mucheng felt a twinge of cramping pain in his lower abdomen.
"Want to leave?" Murong Ke sneered, "Originally, I thought of using a corpse to replace Ji Yunyuan, but now, I have changed my mind."
While she was thinking hard, she heard rapid footsteps coming from below the attic.
Ever since he learned that she had lost her virginity, Murong Ke never looked as good as before.
Murong Ke tightened his grip, moved away a little, raised his eyebrows and said, "I will tell Ji Yunyuan that you and the child are in my hands."
He Mucheng struck while the iron was hot, "Murong Ke, since I am no longer a perfect jade, why do you still keep me? I am just trying to make you dislike me in front of your eyes..."
He Mucheng thought about it. She looked at it carefully for a long time, but she couldn't figure out what the other person wanted to express.
"You and I are old enemies..."
Seeing the silence of the little girl, Murong Ke's thoughts seemed to be suddenly drawn back to the time when the two met for the first time. Thinking of her courage, Murong Ke's face showed a touch of rare tenderness.
In such an era, it is sinful to care about the world without any selfish motives. What's more, Ji Yunyuan's heart is full of sincerity that is rare in the world.
He strode up to He Mucheng, stretched out his sharply articulated fingers and grabbed her by the throat, "Nanshi Ayan, what are you playing?"
In the midst of lightning and flint, he raised the knife and brought it down. He saw that a strand of the little girl's black hair was suddenly cut off, and it slowly floated to Murong Ke's palm.
The person who came was none other than Murong Ke, and his face was already stained with overwhelming anger!
The book is full of male-dominated narration, and the emotional descriptions of Ji Yunyuan are too little, so that most people think that Ji Yunyuan is too virtuous to hold a high position.
He glanced at the red face under He Mucheng's body, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, "The child is gone now. If he wants to keep your life, he must deliver Xiangguo and even Yecheng to me obediently.
superior."
"Is today the Qiao Qiao Festival? Is it possible that some gentleman is begging to marry the girl he likes?"
"You said it, three books and six etiquettes, three matchmakers and six betrothals. Only by marrying you can I respect you. Now you and he have not even gone to court, so you have hastily given it to yourself, and you are pregnant with a child. Nan's Ayan
, you are really, really cheap!"
He Mucheng listened to his words and slowly cleared his thoughts.
The wind in Jicheng began to become extremely hot and muggy.
He Mucheng didn't understand the meaning of his words, he just coughed lightly and took a big breath of fresh air.
"Hmph, my letter has been sent to Xiangguo for more than half a month, but Ji Yunyuan has never responded. Nanshi Ayan, please open your eyes and take a look. How does the man you care about most face power and status?
, what do you think of you?"
"Even if he agrees to your request, will you let me go?" He Mucheng sneered.
"You have to give it a try, right?" Murong Ke looked at her with some pity, "He didn't even try, he just abandoned you like a piece of grass. What, do you regret that you were blind-sighted and followed an ungrateful person?"
