50, because I think day and night, so I can't help myself
Ming Wuyou slept for a long time and even had a dream.
In the dream, she was poisoned by a strange poison and fell into a coma for almost a month.
The day I woke up was night.
At that time, Murong Yu was sitting beside her bed and fell asleep leaning against the bedpost.
The regent of the Qian Kingdom, who always looked down on all living beings from a high position, looked even more haggard than the patient himself, with dark shadows under his eyes, and green stubble on his handsome jaw.
She had seen him countless times, and this was the first time she saw him looking so embarrassed, so embarrassed that he could even be considered slovenly.
She was in a daze for a moment, remembering the things she had felt in her daze.
She couldn't take the medicine and food herself, so Murong Yu gave her one bite at a time.
He put the court affairs aside and stayed by his side almost every step of the way, saying to himself: Wuyou'er, don't die. As long as you wake up, I won't lock you up anymore. You can do whatever you want.
The voice was desolate and lonely, full of humble prayers.
It seemed to turn into a drop of burning tears, burning into Ming Wuyou's heart.
She quickly looked away, but when she lowered her head, she happened to see Murong Yu's scarred wrists that she hadn't even had time to bandage properly.
People's hearts are made of flesh, and Ming Wuyou has never been hard-hearted. How could she not feel his unreserved affection for her?
But when she thought that he had ruined her innocence, caused her to be separated from her grandfather, and even separated them forever, and even completely restricted her freedom after bringing her to the capital... her mood became even more complicated.
Such a man who has made a mess of his life.
It is true that he is also good and he is also bad.
She looked at him silently for a long time, and could clearly distinguish that the faint pain in her heart was her heartache for him, her soft heart, and her heartbeat.
Ming Wuyou took a deep breath and closed his eyes weakly.
After a long time, when she opened her eyes again, she raised her hand and pushed Murong Yu gently.
Murong Yu woke up suddenly. When he saw Ming Wuyou sitting up and looking at him, his eyes were filled with joy: "You, you're awake?!"
"Um."
Ming Wuyou nodded, her eyes clear, she stopped Murong Yu who was about to call the doctor in, and said seriously: "Your Highness, I have something to ask you."
"Wha...what?"
She had never used such a tone or such a serious attitude. Murong Yu was stunned for a moment. It took him a while to recover and said, "You ask."
Ming Wuyou said slowly: "Jiangzhou Hotel, why did you touch me?"
Murong Yu froze.
Ming Wuyou asked again: "You are the regent and the emperor's uncle. You are respected by all people and can be said to be rich all over the world. What kind of woman do you want? Why do you want to touch me in Jiangzhou Hotel?"
"Even if I was drugged and took too much initiative, you were still conscious."
After years of entanglement, she knew very well that Murong Yu was not a womanizer, and he was by no means the kind of man whose lower body controlled his thoughts. That was why the incident at Jiangzhou Hotel bothered her.
She felt like she was a bribe to him, a gift, a toy.
And after playing it once, he became addicted and learned the taste after eating the marrow, so keeping him by his side was like keeping something he liked.
Murong Yu was silent for a long time and then said: "If I said that I couldn't help myself, would you believe me?"
Ming Wuyou looked at him silently.
Murong Yu had always responded to her requests, except for letting her go free. Now that she wanted to know, what couldn't she say?
He lowered his eyes and spoke very slowly: "Because I think about it day and night, I can't help myself."
Ming Wuyou opened his mouth in shock and said uncertainly: "You...you mean you like me?"
Murong Yu looked at her, neither saying yes nor no, but there was something shining in those lonely eyes that Ming Wuyou could understand.
That kind of light, the word "like" seems too shallow.
Ming Wuyou was greatly surprised, and after a while he asked again: "You, when are you?"
"It's not important." Murong Yu smiled lightly and asked the doctor to come in again.
Ming Wuyou stopped him again: "I haven't finished my question yet."
"..." Murong Yu was silent for a moment, then said patiently: "Okay, you ask."
"My grandfather's death——"
This time, before Ming Wuyou could ask, Murong Yu said in a deep voice, "It's not me."
"I originally sent someone to pick up his old man and bring him to Beijing. I wanted to make you happy, but when my people went there, he had already passed away."
Ming Wuyou lowered his head, subconsciously believing him in his heart.
She was an orphan, in an absolute weak position, while Murong Yu was so powerful that he controlled life and death, as well as her freedom. There was no need to lie about this kind of thing, right?
Moreover, he spent most of his life trying to save himself.
Murong Yu thought she didn't believe it, so he spoke again: "It's really not me——"
"Yeah." Ming Wuyou responded lightly, raised his eyes, and asked the last question: "You said you would give me freedom when I wake up, is that true?"
"You said this to me many times." Ming Wuyou looked at him seriously: "But every time you didn't let me go free. I'm like a canary you raised, but I'm a human being.
I need to breathe fresh air and go out and see the outside world."
"This time, do you mean what you say?"
This time, Murong Yu froze completely. There was deep reluctance and bitterness in his eyes, but he nodded with difficulty: "I... keep my word."
Ming Wuyou lowered his eyes and stopped talking.
He also called the doctor to come in to treat her, and said to her in a stiff and bitter voice: "You want to leave... at least feel better before you leave?
"Um."
Ming Wuyou nodded, and when the doctor left, he took out the doctor's medicine box and said to Murong Yu, "Give me your hand."
He reached out his hand hesitantly.
Ming Wuyou carefully cleaned the wounds on his wrists, and then carefully wrapped them with clean white gauze.
Then, Ming Wuyou said to him: "This wrist must not touch the water recently."
At that time, she saw the complicated emotions in Murong Yu's eyes, with deep regret.
She knew that he had misunderstood her words, and thought that the freedom she mentioned meant leaving the palace completely, leaving him, and walking far away, right?
That's why I regretted agreeing.
But she didn't explain.
Later, her health finally recovered.
That day she put on her favorite long purple long gauze dress, with a beautiful hanging cloud bun, and long tassel earrings hanging on her shoulders. When she looked at him sideways, there was a bright smile in her eyes:
"I'm going out."
Murong Yu hesitated to speak, but nodded with difficulty, with endless loneliness in his eyes.
When she walked out, his eyes kept chasing her back. His eyes were so deep that it was as if this was his last look in his life and he wanted to carve her into his bones.
So strong.
Ming Wuyou lowered his eyes and hid the smile from his eyes.
It turns out that I really like it so much that I will never forget it.
Two hours after she left the house, she came back with some medicinal materials. She stood in front of him and smiled: "The medicine shop in Beijing has a full range of medicinal materials. I have bought everything I need to buy. I will help you make soothing medicine later."
The scar on the wrist was gone with the scar ointment." This chapter has been completed!