He looked at the man who carefully hugged her and put her in the □□ with a slight dazed moment. He wanted to call his name, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Ling'er? Ling'er?"
Yuwen Haoyu sat by the bed and tried to call twice, but he saw Luo Ling's eyes with almost no focus, and looked straight at him without any reaction. He almost regretted his intestines now.
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As early as when Zhang Shaoliang took people to surround Xiling Jinyue, Luo Ling said that Xiling Jinyue was good at using sound skills and generally only used blocking methods to deal with it. I am afraid that it would not work. Other rhythms are needed to disturb it.
He then took a pipa and wanted to help Zhang Shaoliang.
Yuwen Haoyu naturally disagreed. It was naturally not her turn to take risks with so many people in the palace, but Luo Ling insisted on doing this. Seeing her about to turn against her, Yuwen Haoyu had to give up.
I thought that Zhang Shaoliang had brought so many people there, so there would be no accident. He also knew that Luo Ling wanted to go, but first, he was afraid that Lan'er would be injured by them, and second, he was somewhat trying to join in the fun.
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Didn’t she just want to see the guy Xiling Jinli was in trouble for her?
This was the case earlier, but I shouldn't have been so doting on her. Let her do whatever she wants. The lesson that this incident taught Yuwen Haoyu was that it would be okay to be pampered properly, but if it was something that threatened life, I would rather she make a little trouble.
Temperament cannot be tolerated.
Luo Ling couldn't see clearly, and couldn't hear his ears. He wanted to say it but couldn't say it. He was very anxious, so he pulled Yuwen Haoyu's hand and wrote on the palm of his hand: What's wrong with me?
When he knew what she had written, Yuwen Haoyu sighed lowly and wrote in her palm: Don’t worry, I have someone to boil medicine for you, you need to have a good rest.
Looking at Luo Ling lowering her head and looking dim, he lowered his head and saw her writing in his palm: How is Zhang Shaoliang? Are you dead?
Yuwen Haoyu twitched the corner of her mouth. She was still thinking about Zhang Shaoliang at this time, but since she wanted to know, he didn't want to hide it from her, so she wrote: There is no...
Feeling Luo Ling's depressed mood, Yu Wen Haoyu helped her lie down and sat by her bed. Luo Ling's cold fingertips slashed in his palm again. This time, she wrote: Sorry
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With a sigh, Yuwen Haoyu lowered his head and gently printed a kiss on her forehead.
It was not until Luo Ling fell asleep again that Yuwen Haoyu got up, helped her tuck the corners of the quilt and walked out of the room gently.
"Come with me."
Yuwen Haoyu said to the Heihu who was guarding outside the room. Heihu nodded expressionlessly, then followed Yuwen Haoyu and left Luo Ling's palace.
Along the way, Yuwen Haoyu kept his face cold and said nothing. He walked straight to the study and asked the Heihu to wait outside. He didn't take out the ice-cold one from the secret room. The one sent by Xilun was carrying the plague.
When poison was a good medicine that could "resurrect the dead", he summoned the Heihu in.
Heihu just came in and saw the box that Yuwen Haoyu placed on the table. There were many ice cubes in the box, and there was a smaller box in the middle of the ice cubes.
"Heihu, you have been following me for many years."
Yuwen Haoyu stood at the window, asked with his back to him. Heihu raised his eyes slightly and looked at him in a low voice: "When the emperor was eleven years old, his subordinates were officially staying by the emperor's side to protect the emperor. Until now, there is