After Yi Qingyang left, Yi Ling'er's tears flowed without warning, and then curled up her body into a ball, Yi Qingyang said that she would give her a name and her child a name, although she didn't care, but what about her child?

Maybe Yi Qingyang is really the father of her child, so she will think about her child everywhere, but she seems to be in love with someone else, how can she be worthy of Yi Qingyang.

But she can't go against her heart, she can't do it, maybe she didn't love Yi Qingyang before she lost her memory, but she did fall in love with another man after she lost her memory, and she hated herself like this.

But there is such a thing as feelings, which she can't control.

Just like today, he still hasn't come, it's been several days in a row, maybe Murong Xiang just said it to himself casually, but she Yi Ling'er still took it seriously and moved her heart.

In fact, Murong Xiang secretly sent someone to protect Yi Ling'er, after all, he was too far away from Murong Xiang, and there was no way to tell Murong Xiang about Yi Ling'er's situation in a timely manner, and Murong Xiang naturally knew it, so he had to let someone protect her safety.

As for Moyu, because Yi Qingyang immediately decided to canonize Yi Ling'er, he has never revealed the news, so Moyu doesn't know what day tomorrow is.

Yi Qingyang wants to canonize Yi Ling'er, but there is no way to avoid it.

Originally, there were not only thirty people who went to Longmen last time, but thirty-one people, and the other person did not go out alive, although he was more or less injured, at least it was not a big deal.

There was a person standing in the Changle Palace, tall, but the shadow cast on the ground was extremely lonely.

The light comes through the window screen, and the afterglow of dusk is yellowish and dark, a little slanted, and the light yì can stretch the shadow of the person very long.

Yi Qingyang has been standing here for a long time, so long that his legs are a little numb, but the person on the bed has not woken up, Yi Linger is still curled up, and there is only a small group of her on the huge bed, which makes people feel distressed.

Yi Qingyang didn't go over to hug her, but just kept staring at her, holding his breath, for fear of waking her up.

From the time the sun hung high until the sun went down, he didn't move.

No one knows what he's thinking.

Suddenly, the door of Changle Palace was opened, and a palace maid came in, bowing her head, but she didn't dare to speak.

"Say it."

Yi Qingyang only moved his thin lips, but his eyes did not move.

"Back to the emperor, the medicinal porridge boiled by the imperial doctor has been delivered, and the slave maid is afraid of the cold."

The palace maid's voice was not loud, and she didn't dare to make a sound, so she could only keep her voice low.

"Give me the porridge and get out!"

Yi Qingyang raised his arm, which was already sore and numb, and he was almost unstable with this bowl of porridge, and forcibly used his strength to stabilize it.

"Yes."

When the sound of the door closing sounded, Yi Qingyang calmed down, dragged his heavy legs, and went to the side of the bed, the numb and prickly feeling made him frown.

He didn't wake her up, just looked at her closely, today he received a message, a news that shocked him, and now looking at the red mark on Illinger's face made his breathing become heavier.

He couldn't have imagined that a decision he made would make him regret it for the rest of his life.

"Ling'er, you wake up, drink some medicinal porridge, it's good for the child."

Yi Qingyang saw Yi Ling'er open her eyes, and a trace of panic began to appear in her eyes, and she gradually eased up.