"Let me go first." The corners of Xin Mo'er's lips were pale, and deep purple bruises appeared on the wrist she was holding.
"I let you go. What next? What do you want to do next? Then let you go find Nangong Yun? Then let you wait for Nangong Yun's filial piety period in two years and watch you marry him?
"
"I'm telling you, it's impossible! That day won't happen, so just give up."
Feng Qingcang was like a child, his eyes were full of defense and stubbornness, as if someone else had snatched his most beloved treasure, and he would fight anyone to the death.
"Let me go first." Xin Mo'er felt that her body was shaky. In the past two days, she often felt dizzy. Sometimes she would fall into a semi-conscious state while doing embroidery, but she would get better after a while.
She was a little worried whether the poison Zuo Zhong had given her was taking effect.
She didn't know what kind of poison he had put on her.
She didn't know if she could survive another year.
"Don't let go!" Feng Qingcang's attitude remained cold.
"For the last time, please let me go." Xin Mo'er felt that her physical strength was reaching its limit, and she felt like her steps were sloppy.
"Don't even think about it!" Feng Qingcang's eyes turned red, his reason was shattered by anger, he didn't want to let go and didn't dare to let go.
He knew very clearly that when Xin Moer saw the strange bracelet in the secret room in Moxi, she had already recovered her memory.
He didn't know how deep her relationship with Nangong Yun was before.
He knew best what kind of person Nangong Yun was. Nangong Yun had never allowed any woman to get close to him. Emperor Qidong had also found him several matching women as his crown princess, but he had rejected them without exception.
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In the past, Feng Qingcang thought that Nangong Yun was not flirtatious with women. Later, she realized that it was not that he was not flirtatious with women, but that he had been waiting for someone and looking for someone. He had been waiting for that person for ten years.
I have been searching for it for ten years, and I have never missed it or given up.
This kind of stubbornness made even him feel ashamed, and it caused a deep fear in his heart.
In the past, he had always been very confident. He believed in his own charm, his own abilities, and believed that Xin Moer would not leave him and would stay by his side forever.
But now, he is not sure anymore, he has a feeling that she will leave him at any time.
This feeling was so strong that he couldn't sleep well for several days and nights. His eyes gradually began to spin, as if he was possessed by a demon, and his whole person was in an extremely unstable state.
Just when he was still in a state of fantasy, Xin Moer fell into his arms and fell into a coma.
When Feng Qingcang was startled to feel the familiar and soft breath in her arms, she broke through the demonic barrier. Her eyes instantly regained clarity, and she immediately picked up the person in her arms and put him on the bed.
Damn it, he just got sick again.
He damnably hurt Mo'er, whom he least wanted to hurt.
Looking at the deep scars on Xin Mo'er's wrist, Feng Qingcang's eyes were full of regret, and he touched her pale face with his big hand, "Mo'er, wake up, wake up!"
Xin Moer was still not awake.
Feng Qingcang put his big hand on Xin Moer's uninjured wrist and probed her artery.
The pulse was somewhat disordered, but it didn't seem to be a sign of poisoning, and no reason could be found.
He prides himself on his superb medical skills, but at this moment, he has no clue at all.
He knew that there was a kind of poison in the world that could make people unable to detect it after taking it. Normally, they would be no different from ordinary people, but when they were tired or emotionally excited, this disease would be triggered, and then the whole person would fall into a state of suspended animation.
In mild cases, it can damage the spleen, in severe cases, you can't wake up.
Feng Qingcang's hand trembled and he withdrew from her wrist. His big hand tightly wrapped her weak and boneless little hands, as if he wanted to pull her back, and he also seemed to want to make up for what he had just done.
"Let go...me." Xin Mo'er uttered something vaguely, and then her whole body fell into boundless darkness.
Feng Qingcang quickly put down her little hand. He didn't know that in her semi-conscious state, all she was thinking about was 'let me go.'
After twisting the summer silk quilt for her, I felt nothing but regret.
If he had let her go when she said "let her go" in the first sentence, maybe this situation wouldn't have happened, right?
Damn it, what did he just do?
He is simply a beast!
No, he is worse than an animal.
"Mo'er..."
"sorry."
"sorry."
"sorry."
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Feng Qingcang said sorry countless times, half-lying down and lying on her side next to Xin Mo'er, her apology voice was like a lover's murmur, revealing deep regret.
A clear tear slowly passed through the corner of Xin Moer's eyes and fell on the pillow towel.
Feng Qingcang stretched out his big hand, brushed away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and put his head against her ear, "Mo'er, did I make you sad and make you cry? You are not feeling well, why didn't you come earlier?
Tell me more. I won't let you embroider mandarin ducks and play in the water because of Feng Qingyu's jealousy. I won't be angry with you and put your life in danger..."
Then he took out the embroidery that Xin Moer had embroidered that was even uglier than the chickens from his arms, and touched the two extremely disharmonious chickens on it with his big hands, with a bitter smile on his face, "Actually, your embroidery is really good.
It's quite ugly, but I just like it..."
Because it was embroidered by her, as long as it was embroidered by her, even if it was an ant, he would regard it as a treasure.
Little did he know that Xin Moer was currently fighting a fierce battle with the nightmare.
There were many, many people in the dream, including a grandmother with short hair and a head full of silver threads who loved her dearly.
As soon as the scene changed, the old woman turned into a grandmother with long hair and a kind face. She still loved her and regarded her as her life.
Then there was a handsome boy about fourteen years old in the dream, who looked like he had walked out of a painting. He gently held her hand and smiled like a spring breeze, "My position as princess will always be reserved for you, and I will wait for you."
Grow up slowly."
However, the originally harmonious scene suddenly changed. A man with an unattractive appearance but a sinister face appeared. He threw her into a pig cage and locked her up. She was not given any food for ten days and ten nights.
He didn't even feed her water. No matter how much the little girl cried and begged for mercy, he refused to let her go.
The little girl cried hoarsely, but no one came to help her. She had no choice but to survive the most difficult ten days by competing with pigs for food.
Eleven days later, the man took her out of the pig cage, put her into luxurious clothes again, and let her live like a little princess in front of everyone, but behind his back, he still made things difficult for her.
Let her sleep among the dead.
Give her the food your dog has eaten.
She also let a bunch of boys molest her...
She was only four years old at that time...
However, fortunately, I am only four years old...
Finally, the scene suddenly changed, and a man with a stern face and celestial features walked into her dream, held her in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry."
When she saw this man, Xin Moer felt at ease. She felt something settled in her heart, and threw herself into his arms, with a line of clear tears flowing from the corners of her eyes...
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