The little girl's face changes so quickly. She was a nuisance just now, but now she's Brother Jiang.
Later, he couldn't remember what happened. He only remembered that his father often went to the Prime Minister's Mansion and liked to take him with him. When the adults drank tea and talked about things in the room, he was responsible for leading Su Lian around. Over time,
The two of them actually got so close.
Feeling severe pain in his heart, Jiang Pingzhi woke up from his memories and looked down at his chest.
Purple-black blood surged in the skin, which looked very scary, but Jiang Pingzhi felt more at ease than ever before.
He, Jiang Pingzhi, has no other abilities or cares in his life, nor can he protect his little girl from any worries.
If you can turn into a Gu insect and use your soul and life to ensure her stability and happiness, you will be considered as fulfilling the promise you made to her back then.
Life and death depend on each other.
In the increasingly severe pain, Jiang Pingzhi felt increasingly sleepy, and no matter how painful the pain was, he could not wake up.
After taking one last look at Su Lian, whose eyes were closed, Jiang Pingzhi smiled and closed his eyes.
He believed that this must be the most peaceful sleep he had had since his father's death.
The brilliance of dawn filled the valley, and the gentle moonlight gradually faded away, leaving only one sun shining dazzlingly in the sky through the moonlight.
Su Lian was lying on an extremely luxurious bed. The bed was surrounded by light gauze curtains, layer upon layer covering the girl sleeping in the center.
The door of the palace was opened cautiously, and Nan Qingchu walked in quietly. He waved to the maid who was standing by and said in a low voice:
"Xiao Lian hasn't woken up yet?"
The maid nodded, and Nan Qingchu sighed upon seeing this.
It had been three days since that day, but Su Lian still had no intention of waking up.
On the side, Su Lian turned over and the quilt slipped to the ground.
Nan Qingchu wanted to approach her and cover her with a quilt, but he heard her mumbling something.
He leaned over and listened carefully, and found that what he was calling was "He Mu Yan".
Nan Qingchu's face suddenly turned dark.
That day, he simply threw He Muyan to the ministers of the Hao Kingdom outside. As a result, one of the ministers was obviously disguised as a man. As soon as he saw He Muyan, he rushed up to him, calling his Majesty one after another, looking worried to death.
Fortunately, he thought that the little emperor treated Xiao Lian sincerely before, but now it seems that he is quite playful and not worthy of Xiao Lian at all.
Moreover, he almost killed Xiao Lian. As an elder brother, he would never hand over his biological sister to such a dangerous person under any circumstances.
But one problem is that my sister seems to like that scumbag.
Well, no, it must be that his sister chose the Hemu Banquet because she had never seen it before. When she wakes up this time, he will definitely let all the unmarried men in Jiuzhou City come and hang out in front of her.
Thinking of this, Nan Qingchu smoothed Su Lian's hair, feeling quite sad about his old father.
However, Cao Cao arrived. In the early days of the Southern Qing Dynasty, he just stood up and prepared to handle matters, when he saw a subordinate hurriedly stepped forward:
"Sect Master, the emperor of Hao Kingdom said he wants to see you."
"see me?"
Nan Qingchu squinted his eyes thoughtfully, that He Muyan was really lucky, such a serious illness did not kill him, and he still had leisure and elegance to come to him.
And counting yesterday, this was the fifth time he came to see him.
But it's not him that people want to see, but...
Nan Qingchu curled his lips boredly and walked out of the palace door.
He Muyan was standing in the courtyard with his body stretched out, his face as pale as paper.
Because the illness occurred that day, his body also suffered a backlash. In addition, he was attacked by Gu insects in the early Southern Qing Dynasty. The first thing he did when he woke up was to spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments.
However, the moment he saw Nan Qingchu, He Muyan's empty eyes were instantly filled with light.
Walking up to him, Nan Qingchu said in a cold tone:
"What else is your Majesty doing here?"
"This is already the fifth time. Your Majesty must understand what I mean."
"Let me see her."
He Muyan raised his head and looked directly into his eyes. For a moment, the atmosphere between the two of them was quite tense.
"Let me see her."
Seeing that He Muyan's eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes and his usually perfect and delicate face was extremely haggard, Nan Qingchu sneered:
"Who do you think Xiao Lian is to blame for becoming like this?"
"Let you see her, why? Do you still think she was not killed by you?!"
At the beginning of the Southern Qing Dynasty, he was so angry that he wanted to kill He Muyan on the spot.
When he broke in, there was really blood all over the floor. Su Lian was pressed against the wall by him like that, dying, with only one breath left. If he had come a second later, I'm afraid he would never see her again.
She did.
He Muyan's thin body swayed, and the smell of blood surged in his throat.
When he woke up he quickly remembered what had happened.
Bell, him who is sick, blood... and she who is dying.
Just like that year, he almost killed the person he loved most.
The red sky flooded him like sea water, which made him feel an endless sense of suffocation immediately after he woke up. He was clearly awake but seemed to be haunted by a nightmare, and he couldn't escape from the cage no matter what.
After breaking free, he immediately came to find Su Lian.
But they were told that her life and death were still uncertain. They only knew that when she was carried away, she could no longer see her life.
Facing Nan Qingchu's eyes, He Muyan's voice was too bland and no emotion could be heard:
"The matter between me and her has nothing to do with you. Let me see her."
Nan Qingchu was startled and almost laughed angrily. He clenched his fist and hit him simply and roughly:
"I am her biological brother, do you think I have anything to do with it?"
He Muyan was so shocked by these words that he froze on the spot and blocked his punch. A trace of red blood flowed from his lips.
Brother?
Su Xiang has three daughters in total, Su Lian has only two sisters, and I have never heard of a brother.
But right now, this is obviously not the point.
He Muyan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips and still stood stubbornly in front of the hall.
At some point, light rain began to fall from the sky, and it fell on the two of them like an ink painting.
In the early days of Nanqing Dynasty, he clenched his fists and looked at He Muyan who was standing in the rain with his head bowed, a trace of gloom flashed in his narrow eyes.
He originally wanted to plant a poison in him and let him fend for himself.
After all, with He Muyan's current body, only a small illness would be enough to take away his life.
As for whether the sudden death of King Hao would cause chaos and strife, this was beyond the consideration of a small city lord in Jiuzhou.
Although Jiuzhou City was not big, his sister in the early Southern Qing Dynasty could still protect her.
But...remembering that his sister still seemed to have a deep love for him, Nan Qingchu sighed and turned back to the palace without even looking at the man standing in the rain.