Ling Xuewei was so endearing and lovable, which made Di Qianjue's heart feel inexplicably soft, as if a feather had lightly touched her.
Ling Xuewei suddenly felt something wet brush against her face. She subconsciously stepped back, but was grabbed by Di Qianjue, "Don't move, don't worry, I won't do anything to you."
Di Qianjue wiped Ling Xuewei's face again and again.
Ling Xuewei remained stiff and nervous, fearing that he would do what he did just now.
Di Qianjue didn't care and continued to wipe Ling Xuewei's hair, and finally helped her straighten her slightly messy hair, but Ling Xuewei subconsciously turned her head and refused to touch him.
Di Qianjue paused.
The air is slightly condensed.
With a sigh, a trace of complexity flashed across Di Qianjue's face.
Unfortunately, Ling Xuewei couldn't see it.
Thinking of him as a saint king, no matter how big the matter is, he can trace it and understand it in his mind. But facing the woman in front of him, he can't hit or scold him. He is in a dilemma, but he can't
Want to let go.
He kidnapped Ling Xuewei and imprisoned her on the pretext of the mysterious weapon in her hands.
But who knew that this was just a reason for him to keep Ling Xuewei by his side.
Unknowingly, Di Qianjue's heart had been lost long ago, but he still didn't know it.
He deceives himself and others into thinking that he is only doing it for the Buddha and the majesty of the king.
Little did he know that even I was trapped in this lie and couldn't extricate myself.
Now that his heart is clear, how should he treat Ling Xuewei?
…
Ling Xuewei was taken to a place to rest. There were not many people waiting on her. It seemed that they knew that she liked to be quiet, so they arranged for a few palace servants who were quick and quiet and didn't talk much.
Of course, no matter how much he talks, she can't hear it now, and it makes no difference to her.
That day, she was sent back, and the man did not appear again for several days.
Ling Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, she was really afraid of facing Di Qianjue now. What happened that day...if it happened again, she was really afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold on.
Nowadays, Ling Xuewei lives a very leisurely life every day.
The only thing is that she will be taken to a spring to recuperate every day.
The nun who was serving her told her that it was a natural holy place for healing and a forbidden area in the palace. Soaking in it for an hour every day would be good for her injuries.
Although she didn't know whether it was true or not, she didn't feel any improvement after a few days.
But he didn't say anything more and continued to go there to soak in the pool under her guidance every day.
The spring water was warm and comfortable to soak in, making her a little drowsy.
She didn't know that around her, there was a shallow white light pouring into her body.
In a daze, Ling Xuewei seemed to see Ye Moyan's figure.
He stood alone in the snow, wearing a black robe, with picturesque features.
Turning around, his deep eyes smiled, "Weier, come here."
"Ye Mo Yan..."
"Bang!"
Something exploded in her mind, and Ling Xuewei woke up suddenly, only to realize that she had fallen asleep!
Suddenly, Ling Xuewei noticed something strange in the air.
"who?!"
As soon as Ling Xuewei made a sound, someone grabbed her wrist and pushed her body against the stone wall!
"ah!"
A sharp sting came from Ling Xuewei's back.
"Woman, who are you calling?"
Di Qianjue's cold and angry voice reached his ears, and the strength in his hands became stronger, as if he was about to crush Ling Xuewei.
"Woman, you have no conscience. You are in my territory, but you are thinking about other men? Huh?"
The final sound of Di Qianjue rises, revealing a strong sense of danger.
"open!"
Ling Xuewei glared angrily.
"If I don't let you go, how will you treat me?"
Ling Xuewei gritted her teeth. Indeed, at this moment, she had no power to resist at all.
Originally, she shouldn't always anger Di Qianjue, but this man always had the ability to provoke her anger.
"Remember, if you dare to mention other men's names in front of me next time..."
Suddenly, Di Qianjue's palm slid down and spread her slender legs. He said word by word, "I will kill you directly!"
Ling Xuewei's face turned pale!
I can hardly believe my ears!
"I will do what I say."
Di Qianjue dropped this sentence coldly and left.
Ling Xuewei soaked in the water with a chill all over. Even the warm temperature could not warm her up.
Until she was taken back to her residence by her nanny, her fingers were still cold.
Ling Xuewei hugged her legs and sat on the bed, looking confused.
His head was buried in his knees, his shoulders shaking slightly.
Ye Moyan...where are you?
I'm so scared.
…
At this moment, Ye Moyan was standing alone on a tall building, looking at the majestic palace in the distance, his eyes were cold.
There is the Rosewood Palace.
Two days ago, the group arrived at the Buddha's capital.
Join Ye Xiu, Tian Yuefeng and others to find a way to enter the Rosewood Palace.
We'll take action tonight.
He didn't know how to survive the past three days, three nights, and more than thirty hours.
Lovesickness makes me sick.
He knew that Ling Xuewei was there.
But he couldn't appear in front of her right away.
A short distance, like the Milky Way, separated him from Ling Xuewei.
Is she scared now?
Thinking of this, Ye Moyan was so anxious that he couldn't wait for a moment.
"Ahem..."
After not sleeping for the past few days, Ye Moyan's injury has worsened and there is a faint trend of deterioration.
There was fatigue between his brows, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in ice, which was freezing and freezing.
"Emperor, please rest for a while. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to hold on."
Yue Qing silently came behind him.
"Are you all ready?"
"Yes, we will take action as soon as the time comes."
"Go down."
Ye Moyan's voice was indifferent, Yue Qing moved her mouth, but in the end she didn't persuade him any more.
Yue Qing left, and Ye Moyan was left alone on the high platform again.
He took out something from his arms and stroked it gently.
That is a small portrait of him, made by Ling Xuewei.
There are some wrinkles on the corners of the small statue, which indicates that it has been touched frequently.
"Weier..."
…
Zi Shi.
Ling Xuewei, who was sleeping, suddenly felt heart palpitations.
She opened her eyes suddenly and saw darkness.
She seemed to have had a nightmare just now, dreaming that something happened to Ye Moyan and that she was covered in blood.
This was the first time she had had such a dream, and she was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat.
She sat up, lifted the quilt, and went to the ground in the dark.
Recently, she has become more and more accustomed to the darkness.
You won't trip over or bump into something like you did in the beginning.
Ling Xuewei walked to the table, poured a glass of water and drank it in one gulp.
My thirsty throat was finally relieved and my mind calmed down.
Suddenly, she felt something strange in the air.
"who?!"
Her heart skipped a beat, thinking there wouldn't be a thief, right?
"Who is it?"
As soon as the words fell, Ling Xuewei was suddenly pulled into a broad embrace!
The familiar and cool breath suddenly hit her, and for just a moment, her eyes suddenly became sore, and her whole body almost trembled.
