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He sent the doctor all the way to the door, and was about to turn back, but saw the doorman of Qingyuan walking in scolding, throwing his hat and saying: "Bastard, when is this coming, there are still people who dare to come to the door to cheat!" ”

Qin Hang looked at the question, and saw a person looking out not far from the Qingyuan Gate, and the doorman said angrily behind him: "It's been a few days and you haven't left!" Covet the big reward we promise in private! But the first doctor in Cloud City is helpless, and he can't write a prescription, can he succeed? Brought to Lord Taifu, that is to find death! ”

Qin Hang looked at the man again, and met the other party's expectant gaze, he thought about it, and then beckoned.

……

Han Chen was silent in the faint smoke of the room.

Behind the smoke was Ning Fu's pale face.

She no longer had fever or chills, and she no longer had the kind of cough that made people feel frightened, as if she was about to shoot out of her heart, liver and stomach, and she slept there quietly, like a cloud about to drift away, weak and light.

Han Chen looked at her in a daze, and after a while, he slowly stretched out his hand.

His fingers slowly ran over her cheeks, touching her pale eyebrows, rubbing her eyebrows little by little.

This woman, only under such circumstances, would be so gentle with him.

Han Chen smiled without a smile, reached out and took the basin next to the bed, soaked the cloth towel, and slowly wringed it dry.

He clung to the warm cloth, but his fingers were cold, so wet and grasped in his hands, as if grasping his own heart, his fingers clenched tightly, and he suddenly remembered the beginning of everything.

At that time, Qiao's Mausoleum Tower, he was in the main hall, she was in the hut, only a few feet away, but she was able to crack it several times under his heavy locks and escape.

The fingers slowly fell, starting from her forehead, and helping her wipe her face little by little.

At that time, he never thought about what kind of face she would be, nor did he think about what kind of meaning and impact this face would have on him.

This one, a beautiful face.

He stopped, put down the cloth towel, his fingers bent slightly, starting from his forehead, and gently stroked again, the familiar slightly cool and delicate skin...... In a trance, he returned to the capital every night when she slept together, and he was, so close to her skin and her fragrance again and again. All her warmth and coolness are engraved under her fingers, between her eyebrows, and on her heart, so familiar that it is shocking.

However, all those familiar people, from today onwards, are they really going to return to the original point and return to strangeness?

Some questions dare not be thought, not even touched, facing countless dangerous pains in his life, he has never been afraid and cannot be afraid, but at this moment he is afraid of the coldness of fate, and one answer can cut people's hearts.

His fingers were coiled over and over her face, or was she no longer as beautiful as she had been after so long of illness, right? But what does it matter, Ning Fu, will always be Ning Fu.

The heart is so surging, all immobility is an illusion, like a reef that has been eroded for thousands of years, the outside is solid, and the inside is already full of holes.

It seemed that someone walked in on his knees and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency...... Isn't it time to prepare ......?" choked up and couldn't continue.

It's Lin Qingzhi.

He turned his back to Lin Qingzhi and put half of the gauze tent in front of Ning Fu's bed, his fingers stopped on the side of her neck, unable to move for a long time.

The pulse under his fingers slowed down little by little, and he knew that soon, these subtle beats would gradually become faint and cut off like a spring that was about to dry up, until it was extinguished.

How cruel it is to wait for the breath of life to dissipate like this.

However, at this time, he would rather count them one by one, and recall all the encounters since his first acquaintance in the pulse beating, in this life, he and she seem to be partners, but in fact, they are far from each other, and there is such a common mind in this life, it is good.

He counted quietly, and in the curling smoke, he couldn't tell who was paler than whom.

……

On the roof, Yuwen Moxian was blowing quietly.

The rain has been falling, inside and out, it has been soaked, for the clothes must be gentle and not heavy, otherwise it will be unbearable for him, at this moment wearing such clothes felt like torture, but he has not moved, has not changed clothes, has not left the eaves of this house with her.

The leaves were not so clear and bright as the leaves were rained, and he could hear her gentle voice in the intermittent sound of the flute.

"Okay, blow this leaf, and you and I will be able to find each other."

How can you run.

Through a layer of roof tiles, it seems that you can also feel a heavy breath underneath, slowly floating up, and when it completely floats and disperses, maybe no one will blow this leaf with him in his life.

He felt this breath once, but he couldn't remember when and because of whom, but this breath was still there, he only remembered that there was this breath all around him, no matter where he went, this breath followed him like a life, and it couldn't be dispersed.

Is she going to disappear?

Will he never see her again?

So what else is he going to do?

Yuwen Moxian felt a little tired, he had been thinking about too many things recently, this was not the original him, in the past many years, his world was blank and monotonous, and he had never had so many doubts and uneasiness.

He sat there in a daze, feeling that the breath had risen a little more, he frowned, and suddenly turned over and lay on the roof tiles.

He pressed himself down.

Hold this breath down, and don't let it float!

……

The people in the courtyard were half stunned to look at Han Chen, who was silent on the roof, and half stunned at Yuwen Moxian lying on the roof in the rain.

Everyone wanted to express their sadness, but they felt that how to express it in front of these two people seemed superfluous and contrived, and they didn't seem to be sad, Yuwen Moxian was still a little different from usual, and Han Chen didn't even change his expression.

But it was in that quiet silence that one could hear the sound of heartbreak.

"My lord......" Lin Qingzhi kowtowed again with tears in his eyes, "...... I prepared a ......"

Han Chen's hand trembled, and he slowly took it away, and seemed to let out a very calm "oh", but Lin Qingzhi heard a slight tremor and sadness.

Han Chen beckoned, Qin Yan silently brought another basin of water, Han Chen said lightly: "You all go out, I will cleanse her." ”

Lin Qingzhi didn't think much about it, and retreated cautiously, but Qin Yan looked at him blankly, and finally walked away silently.