When he heard Mrs. Wen say it right, Wen Deng is still a little incredible. A light of joy appeared in his eyes: "Really, mother, I can go and see my sister."

Mrs. Wen nodded: "Really."

She looked at Madam Yuan, her tone was not very warm: "I asked the eldest lady to prepare, but she said that the prince refused to take medicine and asked her to coax her."

"yes."

Madam Yuan put the steaming medicine in the box and then went to Tinglan Pavilion where she smelled the lotus first.

Wen Deng hurriedly stood up and walked a few steps towards the door. After remembering something, he turned around and bent respectfully: "Thank you, mother."

Then he left without looking back.

After Wen Lan left, Mrs. Wen threw the teapot on the table to the ground.

In the past, Wen Deng and Wen Luo shouldn't have put Wen Luo together. If she hadn't been so busy that she could not get rid of her body in the past few years, how could Wen Luo bring Wen Deng to the look that she couldn't do without her?

Mrs. Wen sneered. Wen Luo was much smarter than she thought, but no one could try to change Wen Deng’s fate. This was the path he must go.

Tinglan Pavilion

Madam Yuan looked at Wen Luo who had gotten up from the bed with cold eyes: "The prince is here, do you know what to do?"

She put the box on the table: "This is the prince's medicine. He insists on seeing you before he can drink it. Don't use any tricks. If you put away your little thoughts, you will not be able to shake the Wen family alone."

Wen Luo lowered his head, his voice weakened: "I know Madam Yuan, I have never had any other thoughts."

Madam Yuan nodded with satisfaction: "That's good." Her eyes flashed across her wrist wrapped in gauze: "Hide the wound, don't let the prince see it."

Wen Luo bent his fingertips slightly and slowly pulled the sleeve of his left hand until it was covered. Only after it was covered did Aunt Yuan turn around and leave the door.

The next moment, Wen Deng ran in, his breath was slightly breathing, and his beautiful eyes smiled from the silence: "Sister, I finally saw you."

Wen Luo held the sleeves in his right hand and clenched it tightly, leaving fingerprints on her clothes. She looked pale and had no strength: "What are you here to do?"

Wen Deng glanced at her blankly, ignoring her indifference. He closed the door and stood there pursed his lips: "They all said that my sister is sick, I want to know if you are seriously ill."

Wen Luo raised her eyes, her eyes were very beautiful amber: "I'm fine, you can leave if you have nothing else."

Wendeng was speechless, and then took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, which contained tonics. Wendeng used it to replenish his body. One was worth a thousand gold.

He put the medicine on the table and could see Wenluo's pale eyebrows and eyes with his eyes down. He felt a heavy pain in his heart. He couldn't say what it felt like, but he really felt sorry for Wenluo.

"Sister, you will be fine after you eat this."

Wen Luo took a look and quickly moved her eyes away. She opened the box and handed the dark medicine juice in front of Wen Deng: "Drink the medicine and leave."

Wen Deng sat next to Wen Luo and stubbornly poured out the pills: "Sister, this medicine is not bitter."

Wen Luo's fingertips in her sleeve were clenched at the palm of her palm, and she looked very light: "I said I don't need it. You take the medicine and leave immediately. I don't welcome you here..."

The sound of her speech stopped abruptly, with amazement in her eyes, and her mouth was filled with medicine that was suddenly stuffed into the lamp. It was indeed not bitter as he said, and even the tip of her tongue was still sweet.

She subconsciously wanted to vomit, but Wen Dengyan quickly covered her mouth with quick hands. He chuckled softly, "Sister, this medicine is very expensive."

The tonic for Wen Deng was refined by the miraculous doctor Fan Shuang, and it is hard to find one.

Wen Luo looked at him in a daze. The pills turned into water in her mouth and flowed down her throat to her stomach, warming her entire cold body in an instant.

Seeing that she had eaten, Wen Deng's hand left. He put his hand behind him and clenched it slightly into a fist.

"Why... is so good to me, I am so bad to you."

She had tried her best to push the smelling lamp, but he was like a dog skin plaster, and he couldn't get rid of it if it was touched.

"Because sister... she was very nice to me before." Wen Deng's expression was very gentle. Only in front of Wen Luo could he remove the sharp thorns on his body.

"My sister used to coax me, but I would sing to me when I was sick and hurt. When I fell down, I would coax me with candy. It seemed that as long as I was with my sister, I could still be the carefree smelling lamp because you would protect me."

"But..." Wen Deng paused: "I'm grown up and I want to protect you, so don't push me away, okay?"

Wen Luo's eyes were a little sour. When she was a child, she had just come to the Duke's Mansion. Xiao Wen Deng was only three years old. She was a very thin little one, as if she would die at any time.

At that time, Mrs. Wen was busy seeking medical treatment for Duke Enguo. In order to cure the old Duke, she had no energy to take care of Wen Deng anymore.

She was also a child, and she was also afraid, so she approached the lantern, looking for comfort and a safe haven that she could rely on for a while.

But when I was a child, I was afraid of hardship, pain, and I loved to cry when I heard the lamp, and I was particularly afraid of being alone. He lacked a sense of security and both siblings were lonely.

Lonely people may be able to walk together better because they can save each other.

Wen Deng saw that she didn't speak, and smiled indifferently: "Sister, I still remember the song you sang to me when you were a child."

He cleared his throat:

“Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows are there.

I am waiting for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted.

People in the world are tired of tomorrow, and spring is gone and autumn is coming.

Looking at the flowing water in the morning, looking at the sun sets in the west in the evening.

How long can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please listen to my song tomorrow."

Familiar tunes have a long history.

Tears burst out from the smell of the water.

This is actually what her biological mother often sang to her. At that time, she still lived in a happy family. After her mother sang this song that night, her family was destroyed and she was brought to the strange Duke's mansion. She didn't even know who the enemy was who killed her whole family.

He was pointed at Mrs. Wen and said, "This will be your mother from now on."

She didn't even have room to refute, so they arranged Yu Lu. She was the medicine slave of Wen Deng, and she had to contribute to Wen Deng until the last moment of her life.

She should hate the Duke of Enguo’s Mansion, but she was also pitiful when she heard the lamp.

So the situation became what it is now.

Wen Deng wiped her tears in panic: "Sister, is it because I sang too badly? I..."

The tip of the nose was a faint smell of medicine, which was the smell of the body of the smell. The pupils of the smell light shrank slightly, and they looked at the smell of the sudden hugging of the smell.

"Smell the lamp." Hearing the sound of the sound of the rogue, her tears soaked his collar, bringing a misty moisture.

"I'm so tired when I smell the lamp. It's so painful to live. What should I do to get rid of such a life? I don't want to, I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life, smell the lamp."

Her crying was very small, and she was even suppressed by crying. Wen Deng raised her hand and held Wen Luo's back. In the place where Wen Luo could not see, there was a strong sense of hostility in his eyes.

"Sister, don't be afraid, I promise you to take you away with all my might."

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Today is also a day when I feel sorry for Sister Wenluo
Chapter completed!