Chapter 1293 There is only one Ye Qingge in the world
Qingge looked at this scene in astonishment, completely speechless, her eyes filled with surprise.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Xie had many more wounds on his body.
The bright red blood stung her eyes.
The snow-white floating cloud brocade quilt was stained red with blood.
Mo Xie was like a crazy monster, irrational and almost crazy. He was curled up on the bed, shaking in waves, as if he was in pain. Someone tore his soul apart, making him worse than death. His hands were covered with blood.
He was still scratching his own flesh, and suddenly, his flesh and blood were blurred, and the wounds were shocking.
Mo Xie gasped in a low voice, with many beads of sweat on his forehead, and his face turned frighteningly white.
His hands and sharp nails scratched the existing wounds, and blood spattered.
There was a stabbing sound, and Qingge seemed to feel the pain.
Mo Xie still wanted to harm himself, so Qingge suddenly grabbed Mo Xie's wrist, widened his eyes in shock, and asked: "Are you crazy? Do you not want your life?"
Seeing this scene with your own eyes, Qing Ge can feel the horror.
The soul of Qingge seems to be trembling.
Mo Xie fell on the bed, extremely weak. He looked at Qingge with hazy eyes and said angrily: "The medicine no longer works, Qingge, what should I do?"
Qingge's eyes were moist, and she held Mo Xie's hand tightly to prevent Mo Xie from harming himself, until Mo Xie's wrist turned white from her grip.
Qing Ge finally believed that Mo Xie was not poisoned by fallen flowers.
She thought that Mo Xie was just as depressed as those modern depressed children, immersed in his own world, surrounded by loneliness in the dead of night, afraid of himself, as if he was an orphan abandoned by the world.
Mo Xie saw that Qingge was worried, but deep down he was relieved.
He was rational, and after taking Luohua poison, he recovered, but he knew that Qingge was so smart that he could naturally discover the strangeness. Only by doing something surprising to make Qingge worry too much, Qingge could
You will relax and stop thinking about falling flower poison.
Now it seems that he did it.
Qingge had completely forgotten about the falling flower poison, and firmly believed that he just had an incurable disease, and it was not in vain for him to scratch so many wounds on his body.
Mo Xie lowered his eyes and saw that his body was riddled with holes, and his consciousness was numb. He had even forgotten the pain, because he had sunk in pain and could never see the light of dawn again.
Qingge found the medical kit, cleaned Mo Xie's wound, and then bandaged it.
During the whole process, her movements were very gentle. She said nothing and worked for a long time. All the wounds on Mo Xie's body were bandaged. Looking over, Mo Xie's upper body was almost covered with white soft cloth. Under the soft cloth,
There is a faint red color, which is the color of blood.
Qingge helped Mo Xie get up, sat down on the couch, then put away the brocade quilt stained by blood, made a new bed, and then helped Mo Xie back to the bed.
Mo Xie looked at her side face, so beautiful, aloof and cold, and full of stubbornness.
She is obviously a woman who wants to stand upright. She wants to be brilliant. No matter how difficult the road is, she will march forward courageously and never back down.
Mo Xie felt a dull pain in his heart.
He has been with her for a long time, and he knows how much grievance and suffering she has suffered to get to where she is today.
Mo Xie gently raised his hand, and the strand of white hair slipped between his fingers. He closed his fingers and tightened them, as if trying to catch it. Finally, the white hair fell on Qingge's shoulders.
Mo Xie sat on the bed.
Qingge looked at Mo Xie, found a handkerchief, wiped Mo Xie's hands, and wiped off the blood on his hands.
"Do you want to drink?" Qingge asked.
"Wine..." Mo Xie paused, dazed for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."
Qing Ge took out the Heartbroken Wine from the Realm of Nothingness and gave Mo Xie a jar. She sat in front of the window and drank with her head raised. The wine sprayed on her face and flowed down her neck.
Dawn broke, and the light fell on her.
The light was so bright that Mo Xie couldn't see her face clearly, and could only vaguely see her familiar outline. She was so beautiful, as if she was a goddess from the bright moon.
Mo Xie lowered his head, smiled bitterly, and took a sip of wine.
People in the world say that he is free and carefree and not trapped by love. Unfortunately, the world is too ignorant to understand that he just doesn't want his beloved to be troubled.
He is willing to hide that love deep in his heart, like old wine, which occasionally exudes its mellow fragrance.
Mo Xie suddenly poured the heartbroken wine on his face. He couldn't tell whether it was tears or wine. In a hazy state, he looked at Qingge and said, "There is only one Ye Qingge in the world, right?"
Qingge paused while drinking. Her body stiffened and she raised her eyes to look at Mo Xie in shock. She didn't know why Mo Xie said these words.
Will there be a second Ye Qingge?
Thinking of this, Qing Ge was shocked.
She looked at Mo Xie and saw Mo Xie standing up from the bed and walking towards her slowly.
Mo Xie walked to Qingge, stretched out his hands, and hugged Qingge.
Qingge didn't dare to move, she was afraid of involving Mo Xie's wounds, but she knew that this embrace was clean.
Mo Xie closed his eyes and whispered, "The world thinks we have known each other for seventeen years, but in fact it has only been two or three years, right?"
Qingge raised her head and looked at Mo Xie's chin.
Bang.
Wow...
The wine jar in the soft singing fell to the ground, and the offal,
Drinks flowed all over the floor.
Mo Xie smiled slightly and said: "You are who you are, irreplaceable."
After saying that, Mo Xie placed a kiss on her forehead and then limped towards the bed.
The wound on his leg was torn open.
He got into bed and covered his face with the brocade quilt.
"I'm tired and want to sleep." Mo Xie's voice came from under the quilt.
"Okay, you sleep." Qingge jumped down, walked out of the palace, and closed the gilded door tightly.
After Qingge left, the brocade quilt slid down, revealing Mo Xie's face.
Mo Xie stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.
In fact, he is not that free and easy.
Sometimes he also envied Aventurine for being able to express his feelings, but he could only pretend not to care and use wine to get drunk.
At this moment, Qingge walked out of the palace.
It's a little cold in the morning.
Qingge shrank her neck and looked at the rising sun.
turn out to be……
It turns out that everyone knows that singing softly one night is not the same as singing softly that night, but they still treat her as before and are still good to her.
I can’t tell what the mood of Qingge is. It’s very complicated, but more importantly, I am happy.
Ye Qingtian, Ye Yu, Mo Xie, all of them knew that she was no longer her.
But, she is still her, the only her.
Qingge's eyes were slightly red, and she suppressed the strong emotion.
Suddenly, many palace maids and eunuchs were running around.
One of the young eunuchs saw Qingge and saluted Qingge: "Your Majesty."
"What happened?" Qingge asked.
"Back to the king, Baorong Palace is on fire." The young eunuch said respectfully.
Qing Ge blinked.
Baorong Palace, wasn't that the palace where she stayed last night?
She didn't return home all night, and Ye Qingcheng was still in Baorong Palace.
Everything is fine, why did it catch on fire?
Thinking of this, Qingge stood up and left in a hurry, heading to Baorong Palace.