The Dream of Two Lives Blooms and the King Returns

No matter what he said, he couldn't listen to it, as if he had isolated himself in the door, and he wouldn't come out and let others in.

"Wen Qingyi! Wen Qingyi..." The third day!On the sixth day after the south wind fell off the cliff, Murong Qingjue finally couldn't collapse anymore, he ran to shake the sluggish Wen Qingyi, trying to wake him up.

"Qing Jue, it's useless for you to do this. He doesn't want to come out by himself, and he won't talk to you no matter what you say." Mu Furong tried her best to separate the two. s eyes.today!I can only give him ginseng, but how long can it last?

Murong Qingjue, who had calmed down, seemed to suddenly remember something, tore off his clothes in a panic, and suddenly saw his own red handprint on the snow-white skin.

"I'm sorry! Qingyi..." He slowly knelt by the side of his bed, held his face in his hands, and a few tears fell silently from his cold face. "It's my fault! I'm not by your side. I didn't arrive in time when you needed it most. Do you hate me so much that you punish me like this?"

Mu Furong cried!Standing beside the two of them, weeping silently... It is said that a man does not flick his tears easily, his husband!A lofty husband is always looked up to.He has never lost his manners before others, and he is always decisive in doing things!He didn't have anyone in his heart, but he only had Wen Qingyi.He worked hard for this person, but now he has to watch him leave...

"Nanfeng...Nanfeng's life or death is uncertain! You can't die yet, get well soon, let's go find him together, shall we?"

"There is a new development in Wang Juren's case today! I have found both physical and witness evidence."

"Today I handed over all these evidences to Dali Temple! It will be up for trial soon, get up! His family would like to thank you very much..."

"The case went to trial today! Fang's father and son deserved what they deserved, and they will be beheaded by Qiu Houwen...I think Wang Ju is very talented, so why don't you let him be your teacher?"

Before I knew it, half a month had passed!The man was lost in consciousness and seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.Murong Qingjue came to talk to him every day, but that man was always immersed in his own world...

He didn't know how to face his mentor!Facing the days to come... There were many voices in his ears, he seemed to hear Jian Qiu's voice, she said, "An Junchu! How long are you going to lie down? Without you bickering with me, I am really lonely... "

"Hey! Fortunately, I didn't accompany you to any ancient tomb, and it collapsed again. Professor Zhu was almost buried in it."

"They invited my mother to go there! The ancient tomb has been temporarily closed, and they are asking my mother to come up with a plan. Don't say it's my mother's level, it must be safe."

"What are you reading? Qingjue...Xiaojue...is it a person's name? Can it be eaten? Could it be the name of a puppy or cat? Why don't you read my name when you have time, you are so stingy"

Why did he hear Jian Qiu's voice?Are you going back to the original world?If he left like this, Xiaojue would be the happiest!Finally lost the bondage, and I will never be his weakness again.He can hold Mu Furong's hand and walk through the spring, summer, autumn and winter together, and there will be many, many children under his knees. Thinking about it, I am really happy for him!

Just why does my heart hurt?Can he look back at him again?

"Menshi is here! He has already taken care of Nanfeng's funeral, and Li is dressed in full. I know you will object... My teacher is here now, can you get up and talk to my teacher?"

He was sitting by his bed as usual, stirring a bowl of ginseng soup in his hand, these days he got through with his own mouthful.Sometimes in front of Mu Furong, fortunately, Furong is free and easy, and always has the duties that a wife should have.When he was tired, he would wipe his sweat for him, and when he was most helpless, he would hug him. Ruan Nong said softly, "When Qingyi wakes up! Just tell him... at least let him understand your intentions, Nan Although the wind is gone, he still has you.”

"Yi'er!" Gu Weichan approached him slightly!Looking at the person on the bed who would rather die than live, tears suddenly flowed down his face.He has been busy for many days, but he still hasn't recovered from the pain of losing his son, and now he feels extremely sad, "Are you so ignorant as an old man? How can I blame you! Feng'er's death has nothing to do with you , How can you just seek death like this? What will your family do if you die? What will Jueer do? He has guarded you for so many days, how can you just escape like this and leave the few of us to face it?"

"Teacher, don't be too sad! Qingyi must feel a lot better after hearing what you said."

"Yi'er! Your body, hair, skin, and skin are your parents. You are not filial. People should face it bravely, instead of blindly escaping. Nanfeng is already in danger. Can he survive after you ruined yourself?" ?”

Gu Wei is gone!Being supported to go out with grief all over his body, Murong Qingjue looked at Wen Qingyi as if hopeless, the bowl of ginseng soup did not allow him to go on.

"If you're going to die, let's be together! I'm worried about you...lonely"

He hasn't eaten in the past few days!He refused all the things Mu Furong sent.

He just held a pair of scissors, cut off a strand of his hair, put it in his purse, and let him get entangled with his own hair!

He remembered asking what he would do if he met the woman he liked.

He said: Since we became husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection!What plain and beautiful words, now he can only savor these words quietly!

I don't know if he was in a daze or what?He felt the hand in his hand slightly shake back at him!A string in his heart was stirred again, he raised his head!But she saw Wen Qingyi looking at him with tears in her eyes!He was looking at himself with a faint radiance.It seems like it's been a long time since I saw him. He wanted to laugh, but it was more sad than crying...

"Qingyi! Qingyi!" Murong Qingjue called out in a low voice, he touched the man's gradually warming cheeks, and gently rubbed his forehead against his forehead, feeling his long-lost temperature!He suddenly wanted to laugh loudly, cry loudly, it turned out to be so beautiful to find it again.

"I thought... I'd never see you again! I'm still alive, I'm still alive..." He was sobbing angrily, and the crystal snot was also with the tears.Even though that face was full of haggardness, it was still pretty. He saw that Murong Qingjue was still by his side, and he could still keep himself, which is great!

"Qingyi! Why are you so stupid? Nanfeng won't be happy if he finds out." He whispered, unwilling to leave him, buried his face deeply in his neck, unconsciously began to get scared!Fortunately he woke up and he could still see him and say what he wanted to say.

"I heard what you said!" He used a lot of strength to touch his face, and that face also lost a lot of weight, and he couldn't help feeling distressed! "I won't be sad anymore, man, I want to get well soon so that I can avenge Nanfeng."

"I'm relieved if you think so! Just wait, I'll be back when I go..."

"What are you doing?" Wen Qingyi was extremely reluctant to grab his sleeve, "Don't leave me!"

"I just asked them to cook some porridge for you! How long has it been since you ate?" He scratched his nose affectionately, and he walked out and came in with Mu Furong after a while.

The joy of the rest of life after death has been diluted a lot!Wen Qingyi forced a smile, "Young Madam..."

"Don't talk yet! I haven't done anything these days, but if you don't wake up, my husband will die for you..." Mu Furong spoke in a low voice. If she said that she would push her husband over willingly, it would be absolutely impossible. But if you don't push it, the result is still the same. People still want to drive more and feel more comfortable!

Sacrifice!Wen Qingyi smiled pretending not to understand, her face flushed.

"It's okay to be shy! I don't need to read it..." Mu Furong turned around and walked out after saying that, Murong Qingjue shook her head helplessly, his wife had lost her temper again.

"What does the young lady mean?" He looked at him worriedly, or he was exaggerated by what Mu Furong said.

"It's not interesting!" Touching his forehead, Murong Qingjue's stomach actually "gurgled"!He looked at Wen Qingyi in embarrassment, and turned his head to the side awkwardly.

"Are you really willing to die with me?" He lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice!Murong Qingjue was speechless for a while, the fact is indeed so, he nodded and realized that he couldn't see, so he gave another grace!

"Are you willing to give up everything you have finally won?"

"Save some strength, let's talk later after eating something!" He looked at him, angry and still trying to speak without fear of tiring himself.

"I want to hear your answer!" He looked at him stubbornly, there was actually a trace of childishness in his eyes, Murong Qingjue smiled and nodded.

"Since ancient times, only those who have heard of brothers fighting against each other have never heard of elder brother dying and younger brother being buried with him!" He said quietly without looking at him, as if he knew everything and he didn't know anything!

Embarrassment flashed across Murong Qingjue's face, he didn't know what to say!Did Qingyi know something?For a moment, his heart beat like a drum.

"Stop talking again!" Qingyi glanced at him resentfully.

"I..." He looked up!There seems to be a thousand words but I can't say them

"Young master! Young master!" Su Yan'er knocked on the door lightly, Murong Qingjue frowned slightly, "What's the matter?"

“Porridge for Master Wen”

"Come in!" Su Yan'er walked in cautiously, but the food box contained enough food for two people, "Young Madam told you to eat a little too, so you won't be hungry. This porridge was cooked by the Young Madam herself. Added some medicine in it"

Murong Qingjue nodded lightly, brought a bowl over to his nose and sniffed it, then raised his head to signal Wen Qingyi to drink it.

"Let Yan'er feed me, and you can eat your porridge yourself." Wen Qingyi said without any expression, Murong Qingjue turned her head away when her kindness was rejected.

Su Yan'er didn't know the situation and felt puzzled, and said again, "Madam has urged you many times, asking when the young master will go home?"

Murong Qing looked at Wen Qingyi in despair, and saw that the man pretended not to hear, bowed his head obediently and drank the porridge. He hadn't eaten for half a month and seemed to have difficulty swallowing. He said, "Drink slowly, don't choke"

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but when Wen Qingyi really choked and coughed laboriously... Su Yan'er immediately found a handkerchief and wiped it for him.Murong Qingjue caressed his back nervously and saw his face flushed.

"You should go home quickly, what do I do?" After finally calming down, he pulled the quilt and simply didn't eat anything.

Murong Qingjue shook the hand that was free!Stand up slowly, "Yan'er, stay here and take care of Mrs. Wen, I will go back when I go home"

"Yes, young master!" Su Yan'er was overjoyed, staying in the other courtyard with Yunshi and Mrs. Wen, that's great!The young master stayed here, and he became gentler.

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Take a rest these days!But even if there are few people, I will still insist on writing