Chapter 112 The man who started to be a demon when he woke up
Ming Lanruo looked at the spoon that had been knocked over in her hand. There was no drop of spider urine in it, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed: "It's so annoying!"
She could only look at the fat, furry spider on one side: "Rhubarb, spread it again..."
Before the word "pee" came out of her mouth, Dahuang turned his fat butt towards her and bounced away.
Damn you, I really don’t have a drop of my essence left. Let’s wait until I’m full!
Ming Lanruo: "..."
This rhubarb thing really doesn't last for three days without a roof...forget it, things like urine need to be saved up.
She had better calm down her heart for Cang Qiao first!
But...I don't know why.
She looked down at Cang Qiao, who was as weak as a young man lying in her arms, and suddenly she thought of her previous life again.
That day, she was lying in his arms without breathing.
Only a ghost was left looking at him holding her body, desperate and paranoid, holding her and muttering to himself, as if she was still alive.
It was also at that moment that she really wanted to wipe the despair from his eyes with her own hands.
Ming Lanruo closed her eyes, ran her fingertips through his long, shiny black hair, and touched the back of his head as if coaxing a child.
She murmured slowly and in a low voice: "It's true, it's true - I owed you something in my previous life."
In the world of mortals, we cannot avoid this love disaster.
Ming Lanruo tried her best to crawl out from under him and stretched out her hand to check his pulse.
She found that in addition to the internal force backlashing him, his entire heart and mind were in chaos.
It was obviously much more stable before, so why is it like this again?
Cang Qiao must have been suddenly stimulated to do this.
While she was thinking about it, she got up and went to the house to find a bowl and water.
The house was a mess, with broken things everywhere. She finally dug out a dusty bowl and an earthenware pot for boiling water.
She took the earthen jar and bowl to the well in the yard to fetch water and wash them, then placed the earthen jar and bowl in the yard, collecting rainwater and using it to make medicine while she pondered.
She seemed to be talking about the late Emperor and Concubine Mei just now. Why was he so sensitive?
She couldn't help complaining: "I feel like a cub born to Concubine Mei. Do I need to be so indignant about the things that happened during the late Emperor's time? I feel like I'm getting sick..."
The words reached his lips and stopped abruptly.
Ming Lanruo opened her eyes slightly, looking at the dripping rain, and a horrifying and ridiculous idea appeared in her mind.
Could it be that...he is really the son of Concubine Mei and the late emperor?!
Ming Lanruo suddenly looked back at the beautiful sleeping man lying on the rocking chair, and was greatly shocked.
She couldn't help but get up and walk to Cang Qiao, raising her hand to pick up the fine hair from his bun.
Rumor has it that Concubine Mei is a peerless beauty from the Golden Horde. Her facial features are as exquisite as heavenly sculptures, her eyebrows are deep and gorgeous, and she has black hair and silver eyes.
She traced Cang Qiao's face little by little with her fingertips and looked at it intently——
His eyelids are deep, the ends of his eyes are raised, the bridge of his nose is thin and high, and his facial features are exquisite and almost impeccable, with a charm that crosses gender.
In the past, I only thought it was because of his beauty, but now it seems that he has a vague outline of a foreign race.
"Pa!" A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist fiercely, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at her intently with his dark eyes.
"I didn't mean it, I just wanted to see how you were doing..." Ming Lanruo froze in embarrassment.
She was caught touching his face, and this venomous man didn't know what to say to ridicule her.
"Mom..." Cang Qiao looked at her and suddenly spoke in a low voice.
Ming Lanruo: "..."
How does she look like his mother?! Is she that old?!
Ming Lanruo was annoyed: "Cang Qiao, you did it on purpose, right?"
She wanted to throw away his hand, but Cang Qiao pulled her harder and harder, and even used brute force to pull her into his arms: "A'niang... A'niang..."
Ming Lanruo was held in his arms like a pillow, and her head felt heavy: "Cang Qiao, let me go, I have to get you some medicine!"
Cang Qiao tightened his arms as if he thought she was about to run away, and murmured in a confused voice: "Aniang...Aniang..."
Ming Lanruo felt that she was about to be suffocated by his embrace: "Cang Qiao, please wake up, Concubine Mei has been gone for more than 20 years."
But Cang Qiao seemed to hear nothing, hugging her tightly and kept saying: "Aniang...Aniang..."
Ming Lanruo took a breath and raised her voice expressionlessly: "Hey, you are so big, can you let me go? Your mother still has to wipe your ass!"
Cang Qiao closed her eyes, tightened her hands a little more, and bit her lip: "Mother, mother..."
Really, she is going crazy!
An angry vein appeared on Ming Lanruo's forehead, and she thought about her tone of voice to coax Xiao Xi.
She tried to say gently: "My Aqiao, be good. Mom will give you some medicine. Aqiao is sick."
This time, the person holding her still closed her eyes, but loosened her arms.
Ming Lanruo quickly took the opportunity to escape and gasped for air!
After a while, she stood up and looked at Cang Qiao, who was in a semi-conscious state. She reached out and touched his forehead. Sure enough, he started to feel hot.
She knelt down and looked at him with a complicated expression, although there was no evidence.
However, she was almost 50% sure that Cang Qiao was the only child of the late emperor and Concubine Mei.
What a shocking truth is that the son of the late emperor is now serving Emperor Ming as an eunuch and serving as the governor of the East Factory, working hard for him.
Even she knew that the late emperor had very few heirs, but it was said that only two sons and one daughter died in the earthquake and landslide during the ancestor worship. After the late emperor found out, his illness worsened and he died, and the empress Zunxian also died as a martyr.
As for Concubine Mei, she is said to have become a monk.
Now it seems that these claims are just used by His Majesty the Emperor to deceive others after he usurped the throne from his brother.
All members of the late emperor's family died in a conspiracy planned by his younger brother.
But she didn't know that Cang Qiao was actually the son of Concubine Mei, and he turned out to be of royal blood.
She knew that Emperor Ming's position was unfair. Cang Qiao controlled the most terrifying intelligence network of the Tianming Dynasty. How could he not know the truth about the palace scandal as he was a party involved? How could he be truly loyal to Emperor Ming?
She was a little afraid to think about why Cang Qiao, who was the orphan of the late emperor, changed his name and surname to hide his identity and become the eunuch of the East Factory?
The unconscious man in front of him looked as quiet and weak as a harmless boy.
But Ming Lanruo knew that there was a crazy, violent and paranoid beast in his heart that was fed by blood.
"What's your name? Shangguan Qiao, or Shangguan Cangqiao?" She looked at the unconscious man with complicated eyes, and smiled self-deprecatingly.
It turns out that I, despite all the twists and turns in my past and present lives, have never been able to escape the fate of being entangled with the men of your Shangguan family.
Ming Lanruo took the collected rainwater and turned it into medicine, then slowly fed Cang Qiao to drink, and then gave him golden needles to cross the acupoints.
It wasn't until the sky gradually darkened that she stabilized Cang Qiao's condition.
But she couldn't take him down the mountain. Ming Lanruo sat in the somewhat dilapidated house, throwing firewood into the bonfire in front of her, with mixed emotions.
If Cang Qiao wanted to rebel, why would he have been regarded as the nine-thousand-year-old governor of Dongchang until death in his last life?
Ming Lanruo looked at the bonfire and pondered for an unknown number of hours.
A long, pale hand suddenly stretched out slowly from behind her, then wrapped around her slender waist and squeezed her back hard.
She was caught off guard and was hugged from behind.
"Well, what's wrong with me..." His lazy and slightly hoarse voice sounded in her ears, and his fingers lazily stroked through her long hair.
Minglan was held in his arms like a cat, and he patted her head with a speechless expression.
This bastard will act like a monster when he wakes up! You shouldn't save him!
[The author has something to say]
There is a second update, after 12 o'clock. I went through a lot of effort to revise the previous article, just to make it less cruel. It's really, really exhausting.
