Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

After taking the potion, Wuya left without hesitation, Ying Wumei sighed with some disappointment in her heart.

Not long after lying down, the door was opened again, and he didn't need to look back, he knew who it was.Closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep, he still doesn't know what expression he should use to face this affectionate but ruthless man.

Suddenly, a warm palm landed on his forehead. The man seemed to want to confirm whether he had a fever, and tried to test the temperature of his forehead with as little force as possible to disturb him.

"Luo Mei."

Knowing that he didn't have a fever, he seemed to be relieved, and softly called out his name that had long been sealed deep in his memory, but the soft tone contained complex and profound emotions, shaking Ying Wumei's heart.

The warm hand with calluses gathered from years of vicissitudes came down from the forehead all the way, and the strength as light as a goose feather lightly slid across the eyebrows, nose tip, lips, jaw, neck, chest...

"You've had enough." Ying Wumei couldn't bear it any longer, opened her eyes and sat up, and said coldly.

On the other hand, the person who had been stealing the fragrance for a long time just now smiled innocently at him with a calm face.

"I thought you would continue to pretend." Qi Diaoming's eyes were full of teasing smiles.

Putting aside her face, Ying Wumei simply ignored him.

"Have you taken the medicine?" Not allowing him to ignore, Qi Diaoming forcefully turned his face to face himself.

"I've eaten." Ying Wumei replied unwillingly.

"Really?" Qi Diaoming's eyes flickered, "Then eat this." He took out a brocade box from his sleeve and opened it, and there was a transparent pill in it.

"What is this?" Ying Wumei picked up the pill and looked around.

"Foreign elixir——Saucelotus Pill, although it has no medicinal effect, it is a panacea for strengthening the body. You are weak, so it is most suitable to take this." He poured him a glass of water and asked him to take it. But when I sent Min Fan back just now, I got it from Yunwen, and there are only a dozen of these pills in this world, so they are extremely precious."

"Why give it to me?" Ying Wumei took the pill but refused to take it, just looked at him calmly.

"Does this also need a reason?" Qi Diaoming asked amusedly.

Looking at his smile, Ying Wumei suddenly realized what a stupid question she had asked.If he had answered seriously just now, the answer would have been that one. After all, it seemed that he was confessing his love to him.

"It's nothing, I'm just asking casually, don't worry about it." Ying Wumei shook her head and swallowed the pill, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible.

'Is Luomei sick and confused? 'Qi Diao Ming looked at his series of movements with both laughter and laughter, and his eyes slowly filled with doting tenderness.

"Have a good rest, you will definitely be sleepy after taking the medicine." He padded him with a pillow and helped him to lie down, and carefully tucked in the corner of the quilt.

Ying Wumei could see all of his thoughtfulness, a trace of wavering flashed in his clear eyes, and he couldn't sort out his confused and confused mood.

"Why bother?" Ying Wumei said this sentence lightly, he knew it, no need to explain, Qi Diaoming also understood.

Sure enough, upon hearing his words, Qi Diaoming raised the corners of his lips into a bitter smile, "You know everything, don't you?"

"The past is over, you and I... are no longer what we used to be!" He has said this sentence many times these days, and he has said so much that even he feels that the firmness in it has faded up.

"Since the past is over, why do you hold on to it so hard? Let the past go." He lay down and stopped a few inches above him, his dark eyes that had remained unchanged for many years were affectionate She stared at him intently, wanting to see into the depths of his soul.

"How can I understand you now? You say that you are not Luomei, but you still remember the golden lotus in late autumn, you still like Lanling fine wine, you still smile friendly to Boss Que and the others, but you are always cold to me alone , is no longer Wen Ning and gentle when the plum blossoms fell. Do you really hate me? Or do you just want to punish me for the disaster of the extermination of the spirit clan back then." His sad and mournful tone was full of bitterness And exhaustion, passed into Ying Wumei's ears.

Ying Wumei raised her eyelids and looked straight into his eyes, staring at him with clear eyes, "Mo Lun said, you don't know about the disaster of the spirit race." She stared at him with dark eyes, The quiet eyes can't tolerate half a lie.

Qi Diaoming was silent for a moment, then smiled sadly, "I have always considered myself wise and shrewd, and I have made every possible plan, but I don't want to use all my tricks, only you...and Qin Lian."

Ying Wumei's eyes dimmed, it was the third time he heard that woman's name in this life, the first time he knew it from Qi Diaoming as the marriage partner of his beloved; the second time was when he gave birth to her. Not long after Mo Lun, two mysterious women appeared in the Forbidden Garden. When one of them introduced herself, she said that the future mistress of the family——Qin Lian; Debunking a secret that you thought was well kept.

"You already knew." Ying Wumei's face was cold, and the hidden hatred in her heart began to surge again.

"After you died, I knew she had been to the Forbidden Garden." Qi Diaoming saw the hatred in his eyes, and hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would escape.

"why?"

"The dagger that you committed suicide belonged to the Qin family. It was cast by a local famous casting craftsman when the former emperor conquered the western borders. It was later given to the Qin family. After many years, they must have forgotten the origin of this thing. , I just thought it was an ordinary thing." Qi Diaoming said lightly, playing with his hands to make his forehead hair fall.

Ying Wumei smiled coldly, "You think you married a gentle and virtuous wife, but you don't expect her to try her best to trick you into it."

The cold irony at him was just a meaningless smile, and Qi Diaoming continued: "After you died, I became decadent and resented everything. Qin Lian listened to Qin Ling's absurd suggestion, thinking that destroying the Spirit Race that made me resent would make me Treating her well but not thinking about it is just Qin Ling's plot to make me hate Qin Lian even more."

Qin Ling thought that she had done everything seamlessly, but he didn't know that he had seen through everything long ago. For such a woman with a deep and vicious heart, no matter how infatuated she was, he only hated her.

"That Qin Ling was the one who gave me that dagger back then." Ying Wumei recalled that strange fragrance. When he first saw Qin Ling, she walked past him, and he felt familiar. Now that I think about it, it was exactly the smell he smelled when she handed him the dagger after Qin Lian left in the Forbidden Garden.

"Her?" Qi Diaoming's eyes were cold, and his eyes were full of chilling coldness.

"What are you thinking?" Ying Wumei saw the killing intent in his eyes.

"It's nothing." Qi Diaoming smiled perfunctorily, "Are you sleepy? You kept dozing off after talking for half a day. It should be because the medicine is taking effect. Take a good rest. The best way to treat typhoid fever is to sleep." As he spoke, he took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" Ying Wumei pulled the quilt up on Lao Gao with a look of wariness.

"Fool." Qi Diao Ming forcibly tore off his quilt and got in, watching him lean into the bed vigilantly, "You are a patient, what can I do now, I just want to rest with you." Pulled into his arms and adjusted to a comfortable position.

"No need, how can you sleep well in broad daylight, and I don't need you to accompany me." Ying Wumei pressed her arms firmly against him to prevent him from approaching.

"Because I'm fine, but you are a patient, I want to stay and take care of you."

In spite of everything, Ying Wumei was finally hugged by Qi Diaoming.

"Luomei, sleep well. This time, I will stay by your side and let you have a peaceful sleep." Qi Diaoming patted him on the back like coaxing a child, making him fall asleep.

Ying Wumei raised her head, looked at him with tenderness and concern, her eyes softened, she closed her eyes and lowered her head, and he said in a low voice, the voice came from Qi Diaoming's chest muffledly: "You will leave when I fall asleep."

"Okay." Qi Diaoming nodded in agreement, looking at the sleeping man in his arms who was gradually unable to withstand waves of more intense sleepiness, his eyes were full of affection and tenderness...

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