The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

Off-screen, Lan Bing glanced at Ning Yao with a strange expression, and she couldn't help asking, "You used to be full of hostility towards me? I remember I was still in Longzhou City at the time. We haven't met, right? Why do you always compare yourself to me?"

Ning Yao was at a loss for words for a while, she couldn't tell Lan Bing that she was jealous back then.

In the picture, everyone has already left, and Long Yuanzhao was brought into the boudoir by Ning Yao. When the two were happily reminiscing about the past, a maid suddenly broke into the door and said in a panic: "Second miss, second miss , It’s not good, Missy, she...she is about to die."

"What?" Ning Yao was shocked when she heard the words, and hurriedly walked towards Ning Yun's room. Long Yuanzhao did not stay in the room this time, but chose to follow Ning Yao closely to visit Ning Yun.

When they came to Ning Yun's room, they saw three servant girls, one supporting Ning Yun's back, the other holding her arm, and the other half-kneeling in front of Ning Yun holding a copper basin.

Ning Yun sat on the bed and spat out a big mouthful of blood, then lay back on the bed and gasped heavily.Long Yuanzhao turned his face away and couldn't bear to take a closer look. He didn't expect that Ning Yun would be so haggard after not seeing her for so many years.

Even though Ning Yao burst into tears, she came to Ning Yun and stroked Ning Yun's messy hair, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Yun stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at the sword hanging on the wall, "Yaoyao, bring me that sword."

Ning Yao immediately fetched the sword for Ning Yun, and Ning Yun took the Shuihan Sword and hugged it tightly in her arms, finally her nervous face eased a bit.

Ning Yao said: "Sister, are you obsessed? Holding this sword all day, torturing yourself like this, what happened to you back then? Tell my sister!"

The bright red blood dripped on the pure white clothes, making Ning Yun even more poignant. When her gorgeous red rose was about to wither, she was still holding on to the Shuihan sword, as if the sword was still in her arms Her heart is at ease.

Ning Yun is a woman that is not easy to forget, she is so unique, Long Yuanzhao still remembers the appearance of Ning Yun grabbing her collar and raising her fist, viciously trying to beat herself up, he couldn't help feeling sour, Sighed!

Ning Yun suddenly trembled when she heard the voice, she hurriedly raised her eyelids to look at Long Yuanzhao, and asked Ning Yao weakly, "Yaoyao, who is this person?"

Ning Yao wiped her tears and said, "This is the Supreme Master of Tianji Dragon's Back."

If others had heard the name of the supreme being, they might have dragged their sick bodies down to salute, but Ning Yun's face just darkened. The voice just now was so similar to Yu Zhaolin that it made her have an illusion.

Why!Yu Zhaolin died a long time ago, in her arms, Ning Yun closed her eyes tightly and coughed even harder.

Ning Yao patted her sister's back in panic: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Yun seemed to have coughed up half of her life. She was lying on her back on the bed, so weak that she would shatter if touched!
After a while the doctor finally arrived, he was out of breath and before he had time to drink a cup of tea, he hurriedly took Ning Yun's pulse.

Ning Yao stood beside her and asked nervously, "Doctor, how is my sister's condition?"

The doctor pressed his pulse and frowned. He picked up a pen and wrote down a prescription for the maid to fetch the medicine.

Long Yuanzhao reached out his hand to stop the maidservant, took the prescription from her hand and looked at it for a while, "This...doctor, what you prescribed are all medicines for calming the heart and smoothing the Qi."

Ning Yao's complexion changed drastically when she heard the words, and she stared at the doctor with wide eyes: "You stupid old man, how dare you come to fool the Ning family, if my sister dies, you must pay for your life."

Long Yuanzhao hurriedly stopped Ning Yao and said, "I even know that Dr. Zhang's medical skills are superb. Yaoyao, don't worry, let Dr. Zhang explain it clearly!"

Doctor Zhang looked at Ning Yao on the bed with her eyes tightly closed, as if she hadn't heard the quarrel between the two just now, he pointed to Ning Yun and then pointed outside, signaling Long Yuanzhao and Ning Yao to talk outside.

Ning Yao hesitated for a moment and decided to follow him out. When she was outside, she grabbed the doctor's sleeve and asked, "How is my sister's condition? Why did you prescribe some insignificant medicine for her?"

Dr. Zhang sighed, "Miss Ning became ill from lovesickness, and now she is terminally ill. If this knot is untied, she can live. If it can't be untied, I may not survive tonight. I prescribed those medicines for Miss Ning. Go easy."

"What?" The bad news hit Ning Yao's chest like a boulder, making her dizzy. After she realized it, she covered her face and cried bitterly, "My poor sister, what kind of knot do you have that you can't solve? Tell your sister about it!"

Long Yuanzhao lowered his brows thoughtfully, Dr. Zhang explained all the things he had explained before leaving.

When Long Yuanzhao returned to his room, he couldn't calm down. He thought repeatedly in his mind that Ning Yun was going to die tonight, she was going to die tonight.

The night was getting late, the full moon in the sky was getting brighter and brighter, but the flowers and plants in the garden were bending their branches. Long Yuanzhao saw a few servants not far away who were stepping on a ladder to take down the red lantern on the door.

He asked curiously, "Why do you take off the lantern when it's in good condition?"

The servant replied: "Reply to the Supreme One, the second lady said that these red lanterns are too gorgeous, she looks dazzling."

"Damn..." Looking back, Long Yuanzhao found that the entire Ning family was in a sad atmosphere, as if everyone was thinking about organizing Ning Yun's funeral.

Without saying a word, he quietly came to Ning Yun's room door. At this time, both the maid and Ning Yao had already left, and only Ning Yun was left lying on the bed alone, with a bowl of porridge on the table. No one went to drink.Long Yuanzhao got closer and suddenly heard Ning Yun talking in his sleep: "Zhao Lin, Zhao Lin, I'm going to find you soon."

"Don't worry, wait for me for a while, I'll go down right away!"

After she said these words, there was an expression of joy on her face. Long Yuanzhao realized in horror that these years...after Yu Zhaolin's death, every day was a torture for Ning Yun, and she couldn't wait. I want to find Yu Zhaolin.

It's just that I don't dare to say these things in my heart on weekdays, so I forcefully smile and try to show my optimistic and cheerful side, but when others ask about their thoughts, they are extremely silent.

"Hey!" Long Yuanzhao sighed again, he felt that he was wrong, he thought that one day this girl would forget Yu Zhaolin, but he really underestimated Ning Yun's affection.

Long Yuanzhao stretched out two fingers and attached a strand of soul to the Shuihan Sword. This strand of soul transformed into a wandering swordsman Yu Zhaolin and slowly appeared beside Ning Yun. He called softly: "Ah Yun, Ah Yun!"

Ning Yun opened her eyes when she heard a familiar voice, and when she saw Yu Zhaolin, she pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty and smiled, "You are here, Zhaolin."

Yu Zhaolin was burning with anxiety, "Ah Yun, why did you become like this? Get yourself together!"

"Huh?" Ning Yun said in surprise: "Zhao Lin, how could you say such a thing today? Didn't you always persuade me to go down and find you in the past?"

"I advise you to die? How is it possible."

"Ahem..." Ning Yun covered her mouth and said displeasedly, "You are so stubborn, you still talk back to me in my dream."

Yu Zhaolin suddenly realized when he heard the words, he finally understood why Ning Yun was not surprised when he saw him just now, it turned out that she took it as a dream, "A Yun, take a good look, this is not a dream, I am not dead."

Ning Yun smiled lightly and said: "This must be a dream, that's right, you died in my arms that day, can I still remember it wrong, no, I want to open my eyes and sleep again, I want to dream about that persuading girl." I'm going to find his Zhaolin."

"Ning Yun, are you confused? Pinch yourself to see if it hurts?"

This scolding brought back memories of Ning Yun. She was stunned for a moment and felt that Yu Zhaolin was very real today, not like a doll in the past. She stretched out her hand and pinched her thigh, "Ah! It hurts."

"Isn't this a dream?" Ning Yun's heart was beating wildly, her pale face turned rosy from being too excited, "Are you really Zhao Lin?"

"I'm!"

Ning Yun took a long breath, tremblingly, she stroked Yu Zhaolin's cheek, but it was empty, "It really is fake, I can't even touch you."

"No! Listen, Ning Yun. Although my body died that day, a ray of remnant soul was attached to the Shuihan Sword. Thanks to the nourishment of your spiritual power over the years, I was able to wake up again. I am just a soul now. Of course you can't touch me."

Ning Yun shed tears unknowingly when she heard the line, she picked up the pillow and threw it on Yu Zhaolin, "You bastard, why didn't you come out to see me sooner? You made me miss you for so many years, you Are you happy hiding inside?"

"No!" Yu Zhaolin smiled wryly: "At the beginning, my strength was too weak, and I couldn't get out of the Shuihan sword at all. I was so anxious to see you losing weight day by day. I will come out to see you as soon as I have accumulated enough strength." .”