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...
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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're 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, slowly fed Cang Qiao to drink, and then gave him a golden needle to cross the acupoint.
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 rang 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!
