The eyelashes of the woman on the bed trembled slightly, as if she was awakened by the movement outside.
Hair as thick as seaweed was scattered randomly on the pillow. Su Lian frowned unconsciously and shrank back into bed.
The little pom-pom lying next to it immediately bounced up.
Ever since it appeared that day, because it was worried about Su Lian, it had been keeping its little fox form and watching over her.
Seeing that she seemed to be waking up, the little pom-pom quickly patted her cheek gently with a flesh pad.
"Don't make trouble."
Su Lian only felt a ball of fluffy stuff rubbing against his face, and immediately turned over and muttered.
The little pom-pom was startled and immediately stuck the whole one on its owner's face:
"Master, you're awake!"
Su Lian was confused:...
Su Lian opened his eyes drowsily and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Su Lian rubbed his eyes, feeling as if it was yesterday.
Su Lian's face froze when he thought of what happened before he fell into coma.
But there wasn't a single wound on his body, not even any pain.
"Little Pom Pom, how long have I slept?"
Su Lian wondered, and when he saw the little pom-pom showing three fingers, he froze on the bed.
She herself knew best how serious her injuries were at that time. It was lucky to be able to save her life. But now she has recovered like a normal person. Could it be...
Su Lian's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and the sight of He Muyan's red eyes flashed through his mind.
This is what I saw when I first came in in the early Southern Qing Dynasty.
Su Lian was barefoot and rolled out of bed with an anxious look on her face.
But because she had been lying down for three days, her body was still very weak, and she had no strength to support her every move, which seemed very strenuous.
Nan Qingchu sighed, walked over and took her back to the bed.
"elder brother!"
A trace of confusion flashed across Su Lian's face, and then she remembered what he said before she fell into coma.
Life and death Gu.
"Brother, congratulate him on the banquet..."
Su Lian clenched his sleeves anxiously.
In the early days of the Southern Qing Dynasty, his eyes were as dark as an abyss:
"If your brother said he was dead, would you blame him?"
Su Lian was stunned.
She did think about this possibility, but when this sentence came out of Nan Qingchu's mouth, she still felt empty.
Whether it was because of the failure of the mission or because of guilt, Su Lian felt a sense of emptiness for the first time.
Nan Qingchu looked at his sister's distracted look, sighed, and pushed her loose hair back behind her ears:
"Xiao Lian, He Muyan is fine."
Hearing this, Su Lian breathed a sigh of relief, and for some reason, his eyes felt a little warm.
"That……"
Su Lian turned to look at Nan Qingchu, and suddenly realized that the noise outside just now might have been caused by the two of them.
The noise outside the hall became louder and louder, accompanied by thunder, and Su Lian suddenly realized that it was probably raining outside.
"He wanted to come and see you, so I asked him to go back."
Nan Qingchu said lightly, tapping the edge of the bed with his fingers, looking at Su Lian's eyes showing great and irrefutable toughness at this moment.
He is not a good brother and has lost Xiao Lian over the years, but now as long as he is around, he cannot put Su Lian in danger again.
Even if Su Lian resents him and hates him, it doesn't matter.
Su Lian pursed her lips and placed her small hands soothingly on Nan Qingchu's somewhat stiff back:
"Brother, don't worry, I will take good care of myself."
Su Lian quickly got into bed, with a well-behaved look on her face.
Hearing this, Nan Qingchu was startled and showed his only smile in recent days:
"good."
"Then let me go and get you something to eat. You can rest first."
After that, Nan Qingchu stood up and walked out of the hall.
Seeing her brother go out, Su Lian quickly opened the quilt and prepared to get off the bed.
The maid on the side changed her face in fear, and quickly stepped forward to stop Su Lian.
"Miss Su, the city lord has told you to have a good rest."
Su Lian blinked:
"I'm taking a good rest. I just want to go out and exercise."
As he spoke, he gently tugged at the corner of the maid's clothes, with an innocent look on his face:
"Sister, I'll just hang out in the yard and won't run around."
Su Lian deliberately leaned very close, and his sweet and soft voice was very seductive.
The maid was a little embarrassed, but before she could say no, she stiffened and stopped in place.
Su Lian walked around her body, pressed her gently on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
Looking at her frightened eyes, Su Lian thoughtfully closed her eyelids with his hands.
"Get some sleep, sister, don't worry, the poison will be cured in half an hour."
The little pom-pom curiously looked left and right next to the maid:
"What did you do to her?"
"It's a poison, but her life will not be in danger."
Tsk, my brother really has a lot of good things in him.
Su Lian looked at the struggling Gu worms in the box with satisfaction, and then put them back into his sleeves.
Although she didn't know why she immediately knew how to use the Gu insect as soon as she came into contact with it, Su Lian didn't have time to think too much at the moment.
The sound of rain outside became louder and louder. Su Lian ran to the palace door, but found that it could not be opened no matter what.
Just when she was frustrated, He Muyan's deep and hoarse voice suddenly came from outside the door:
"Su Lian, are you there?"
Su Lian was startled and slowly squatted down with his back against the door.
Holding her knees, Su Lian said softly:
"I am here."
But in fact, she knew in her heart that there was no way He Muyan could hear what she said.
When she tried to open the palace door just now, she felt that the barrier had been set up inside the palace before leaving in the early days of the Southern Qing Dynasty.
She can hear sounds outside, but her voice may not be heard outside.
But for some reason, after He Muyan was silent for a while, there was surprise in his voice:
"You can hear my voice, right?"
Su Lian didn't say anything, just folded his hands around his legs and listened quietly.
"Lian'er, I have to leave."
The man was kneeling outside the hall, his forehead pressed against the wall, his clothes were messy and his expression was gloomy.
"I know I shouldn't leave at this time, but I can't hurt you anymore."
"I... am not qualified to accompany you."
His lips were white, but his eyes were as dark as the silent night at this time, and raindrops were dripping down his broken hair. There was an unnoticeable tremor hidden in his cold voice.
He thought that his illness had been cured after Su Lian appeared, but he did not expect that this time the illness was so serious that he almost killed her.
He is indeed selfish, and he does have a pathological possessiveness towards her.
But he didn't want her to die. When he thought of her dying appearance that day, he wanted to take out his own heart immediately and let himself see if the heart in the body of a monster like him was also dirty and dark.
For some reason, Su Lian suddenly felt angry.
She hates self-pity and self-movement the most.
It seems that just escaping at this moment can solve all the problems and pretend that nothing happened.
Suddenly the voice of Nan Qingchu came from outside the door: