Chapter 282: Wei'er, Don't Be Afraid

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"Are you awake?" Yi Shu slowly rubbed towards Nan Ronglie's bed step by step, trying to smile Ling Caiwei's appearance.

Don't recognize it, or you'll die, and I'm sorry for Vier.

Nan Ronglie saw the figure coming from afar, and there was a trace of turmoil in his eyes that were as cold as a deep pool.

He braced himself to sit up, but he tried again and fell down because he was too weak. Seeing this, Siliang hurriedly helped him up. Nan Ronglie called Wei'er softly again, as if he was afraid that the crowd here would scare her away.

Master Miaozhen's gaze wandered over Yishu and Nam Rongyeol, and she suddenly stood up and stood between the two.

"Lie'er, you shouldn't be excited when you wake up. Miss Ling is now Princess Mengliang, there is a difference between men and women, you have to know how to be proportionate. ”

"Come, please go to the poor nun's room and sit down, the poor nun has something to say. ”

Nan Ronglie's eyes that were still burning and glowing just now instantly dimmed.

"Mrs. Shi, this ......" Yishu pretended to be very embarrassed and reluctant, lowered her head and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and decided to seek refuge from Mrs. Shi from today onwards.

"Since Master has something to look for you, Wei, Wei'er, you can go!" Nan Ronglie looked very tired, and before they could react, he lay back on himself.

Miaozhen glanced at Yusu and Liu Yiyi, and then told Nan Ronglie a few words and took Yishu out of the room.

As soon as she walked out of the house, Yishu sighed as she looked at the rare sunshine outside.

Miao Zhen glared at her helplessly, not understanding how Princess Weiguo could be like this, she was really inferior to Ling Caiwei in terms of stability and generosity, so she had the idea of being harsh on her again.

If it weren't for the fact that Yishu was the princess of the country, and there were forces behind the country to support Lie'er, she would not have broken up Lie'er and Ling Caiwei, and Lie'er would not have been unconscious for so long and almost lost her life.

Miao Zhen has never done anything remorseful in her life, but this is the only one that Ling Caiwei died indirectly because of her, and as a monk, Miao Zhen is very uneasy. Seeing that the appearance of the person in front of him was exactly the same as Ling Caiwei, the thought of wanting to teach her a lesson turned into guilt.

"From now on, the crown princess had better follow the poor nun every day, otherwise it will not be good for anyone to let Lie'er find out your identity. ”

Yi Shu blinked her big eyes with curly eyelashes, and nodded obediently: "Don't worry, your good apprentice is sharp-eyed, I don't dare to go to him to make fun of myself." From today onwards, I will be the shadow of Shitai, I will go wherever you go. ”

After Yusuo and Liu Yishou were in the veins of Nan Ronglie, Yusuo twisted his beard and asked, "Is there still a feeling of stagnation in the prince's chest?"

Nan Ronglie was lying on the bed and staring blankly at the roof, Yusu asked three times, and pushed him before he opened his mouth and answered yes.

Yusu coughed dryly, thinking of the deceased Wei'er, he felt that it was necessary to persuade Nan Ronglie a few words, so that Wei'er could feel at ease.

"Since ancient times, good kings have all the world in their hearts and care about the common people. The love of children is just a short-term flashiness, if the prince is depressed because of his feelings, it is really old and decrepit, and he should not talk to the prince about so many rivers and mountains, and waste his tongue. If the crown prince wanted to give away the country to others, why did he have to fight in the first place? Why did he ignore it at such a critical moment when he had fought for it? A manly man should not only indulge in the private affairs of his children, but also shoulder the responsibility for the lives of the people!"

Yusu stood up, took a deep look at Nan Ronglie, who was unresponsive, shook his head and sighed and went out the door.

Liu Yishou didn't dare to say these heavy words to the prince, but he couldn't bear to see him like this, so he went out after Yusuo.

Only Nam Ronglie and Siliang were left in the house.

"Vile isn't dead?"

Siliang was a little flustered by the prince's question, was silent for a moment, and lied: "Not dead." ”

"How so?" Nam Youngyeol's gaze was still looking at the roof, as if the roof was engraved with the answer he wanted.

Master Miao Zhen repeatedly told him that he couldn't tell the prince the truth, for fear that he would beg for death again, so he simply gritted his teeth and continued to lie to him.

"That sword stabbed off, the poison was clear by the ferret, and Mrs. Shi said that she had a big life, so she didn't die. If you don't believe it, ask the teacher. "I couldn't make it up anymore, so I simply moved out of Shitai to be a shield.

A tear slipped from the corner of Nan Ronglie's eye, and he whispered: "It's good if you're not dead, it's good if you're not dead." My Vile won't die. ”

"Go out, this king wants to stay by himself. ”

Siliang exited the room uncomfortably and helped him gently close the door.

The suffocation in his chest was about to drown Nam Rongyeol again, and he clenched his fists tightly, calling Wei'er's name over and over again in his heart.

"Viola, Vier. Qin Wuya pushed away everyone's obstacles, took Yishu's hand, and held her tightly in his arms.

Yishu was taking a nap in the warm pavilion after dinner, and suddenly broke into a man, ignoring the little nun's obstruction, she slighted her, where is she good at stubble, struggling to get out of the man's arms is a backhand is a slap.

However, she underestimated the strength of the other party, and her palm not only did not make the expected sound, but let the other party grab her wrist.

"I'll go! You dare to do black things to women, are you still considered a man?" Yi Shu couldn't beat Qin Wuya, so she began to pretend to be pitiful, and her big eyes were instantly filled with tears.

Qin Wuya looked at Wei'er's face in a daze, looked at it for a long time, and then let go of his hand in disappointment.

"You're not her, who are you, why do you look exactly like Vere?"

Yi Shu snorted coldly: "You are Qin Wuya, right?

When Qin Wuya heard her words, his eyes suddenly glowed with a strange brilliance, he grabbed Yishu's arms and shook her: "You said that Wei'er mentioned me to you, and you took me to heart?"

Yi Shu was so dizzy that she wanted to vomit when she was shaken by him, and hit him and said, "That was before I met Nan Ronglie, and I didn't know your true face! Everyone is dead, what's the use of knowing this?"

She really could easily destroy Qin Wuya's will, and Qin Wuya's eyes were dilated with a few simple words, and he stood still like a person who had lost his soul.

"Vile is dead. So my Vile is dead?"

When he heard the news, he couldn't wait to rush over, and when he saw a woman who looked exactly like Wei'er, he thought that God had taken pity on him and let Wei'er come back to life, but he didn't expect that everything was fake and it was all a scam.

What about my Vale? He used to say that he would protect her, but he didn't do it before, and now he can't even protect her corpse. He doesn't deserve to love her at all!

Heart-eating pain tormented him and kept him awake at night.

Only when you get drunk can you not feel the whipping and reproach in your heart, and there are bitter thoughts.

**

"Here we are. Mo Chenyan picked up Ling Caiwei, who was still asleep, and walked out of the carriage.

As soon as he gained a foothold, the hundreds of people who greeted him in front of him all knelt down, and a deafening greeting sounded in their ears.

"Greetings to the patriarch, greetings to the saint. ”

Mo Chenyan looked down at the woman who was still frowning in his arms, and called her name in his heart: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

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