She is groveling to Nangong Ling like this now, letting him call and drink and do whatever he wants, so what about the future? Will this relationship continue forever? Is there any possibility of change?

Zhang Ailing said that if she loves someone, she will lower herself to the dust, she can be humbled to this kind of Cheng for Nangong Ling now, and for countless days and nights in the future, will she always look at him like this, and she will be as humble as dust?

Such Ruan Yanluo, will Nangong Ling really like it?

Will there be a day when he gets tired of seeing her like this and decides to ignore it or marry a new love, at that time, what will she do?

What should Nguyen Yanluo do, who has lost his pride and independence?

What exactly is love? Is it possible to throw away dignity with love? Can you lose yourself?

If so, what kind of terrible emotion is this?

Her face was pale and pale, even in the middle of summer in July, it couldn't bring her a little warmth, and she couldn't make her face a little more bloody.

Ruan Yanluo looked at the shadow behind the screen, which was still perfect and strong, but it was like looking at a terrible demon, what this demon devoured was nothing else, but the originally solid but now precarious self in Ruan Yanluo's heart.

She took a step back, and took another step back.

"Yan Luo ......" Nangong Ling seemed to sense that something was wrong, even through the screen, he could detect the uneasiness and sadness revealed from the little fish.

He jerked to his feet and burst out of the water.

At the same moment, Ruan Yanluo suddenly turned around and pushed open the door, staggering out.

"Yanluo!" Nangong Ling pushed open the screen and wanted to chase Ruan Yanluo out, only to take a step and remember that he was not an inch, he had to stop, and his calm and graceful beautiful eyes were bloodshot in both directions, and he shouted in a panic: "Yanluo!" ”

However, Ruan Yanluo didn't hear anything at this time, she just grabbed the road with her skirt and feet, as if every qiē behind her was a flood beast.

"Lord Yanluo!" Jing Xiao was in charge of Nangong Ling's guards, and when she heard the voice, she came up and collided with Ruan Yanluo.

He was afraid of hurting Ruan Yanluo, so he hurriedly moved aside and called her loudly, but Ruan Yanluo didn't hear it, just followed the way he got out of the way and ran down the stairs past him, and his figure disappeared outside the inn door very quickly.

"County Lord!" Lan Yue Lanxing also hurriedly ran out when he heard the voice, and chased after him outside the door without caring about anything, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard a neighing of horses outside, followed by the hooves of horses, almost for a moment, and even the shadow was not visible in the distance.

Nangong Ling casually put on a piece of clothing, and when he went out of the door, he walked lightly to the door on tiptoe, Rao is movement was so fast, and what he saw was only Ruan Yanluo's skirt fluttering in the wind in the night.

Nangong Ling was in a hurry, and he was about to get up and chase after him, but as soon as he took a breath, he suddenly had a sharp stabbing pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Lord Wang!" Jing Xiao hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Nangong Ling.

At the beginning, the imperial doctor said that the prince had injured his internal organs with a cane, and he couldn't be excited for three months, and he had vomited blood once in the internal punishment prison before, and now it is the same.

Nangong Ling stretched out his hand to cover his chest and said to Jing Xiao: "Go, chase her back for this king!" ”

"Lord Wang, your injuries are not healed yet, so you can't be in a hurry." Jing Xiao said eagerly.

What's going on with the prince of his family and the lord of Yanluo? Born to rush? Every time it looks good, it suddenly looks like this.

"Don't worry about this king's injury, go and bring him back to this king!" Nangong Ling shouted angrily.

"Lord Wang, the county lord rode away with Momo." Jing Xiao glanced at the horses outside the door and spoke.

Mo Mo is the king of horses, and his speed is extremely fast, even Nangong Ling's light skills can't catch up easily, otherwise he wouldn't have tossed for more than half a month in order to subdue it.

Now with Jing Xiao's kung fu, it is even more impossible to catch up with the king of horses.

"I can't catch up, there are horseshoe prints, otherwise there is another way, this king asked you to go, did you hear it!" Nangong Ling roared angrily, and his face turned pale with pain in his chest.

If it weren't for this damn injury, he would have gone in person a long time ago, how could he be here and watch.

Jing Xiao didn't listen to Nangong Ling's orders, as soon as he encountered something related to Ruan Yanluo, the prince would not look like the usual prince at all, but panicked and messed up.

He said calmly in his voice: "Lord Wang, Momo is your horse, you know better than anyone how spiritual it is, with it accompanying the Lord of Yanluo, the Lord of Yanluo will be fine, and it will definitely not lose the Lord of Yanluo." ”

Momo's horse is so psychic that it sometimes makes people feel that it is not a horse at all, but a person.

Yan Luo rode it, which can be regarded as a great luck in misfortune.

"Lord Wang, the top priority is to take care of your body first, except for you, no one can chase the county lord back, and it is useless for any of us to go."

"Get out of here!" At this time, there were still people who dared to block his way, Nangong Ling was extremely angry, and he stretched out his hand to push Jing Xiao aside, but this blood spit out really hurt his body, and his strength did not recover so quickly for a while, and this push was not pushed away.

Jing Xiao has followed Nangong Ling for so many years, and the Nangong Ling he has seen has always been easy to use in his chest, even if he was so ruthlessly injured by Mei Xianxian's incident back then, he did not show the slightest fragility, turned around and went to the battlefield, washing away his grief and anger with blood.

Such a weak prince was something he had never seen before.

He knelt down on one knee in front of Nangong Ling and said, "Lord forgive your sins." ”

Nangong Ling didn't take the medicine first, and calmed down this breath of blood, he would never let go.

Nangong Ling stared at Jing Xiao deadly, his phoenix eyes were red from congestion, almost as if he was going to tear him alive.

"Who is this look for?" A voice suddenly interjected from the side. Nangong Ling and Jing Xiao turned around at the same time and saw that it was Lan Yue who was talking.

Lan Yue's expression was cold, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips, looking at Nangong Ling's actions as if she was watching a play.

"The county lord has been forced away by the prince, what's the use of the prince doing this?" Lan Yue's words became more and more unkind.

These days, Ruan Yanluo's grievances, Ruan Yanluo's forbearance, she is in the eyes of the capital, today Ruan Yanluo doesn't even want a reputation, ran to Nangong Ling's room, but in the end it was such a result, how could she endure it.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jing Xiao was absolutely loyal and admired to Nangong Ling, and immediately shouted angrily when she heard this.

The prince has been injured like this, and the blood has been vomited, but this girl said that the prince is pretending.

Lan Yue was not frightened by Jing Xiao's fierce appearance at all, and only said in a cold voice: "Does the prince know why the county lord attaches great importance to that housewife in Wangshan Village?" ”

A word to readers:

I want to say, it's almost the 30th, and in the middle of the month, there were 20 monthly passes, and now there are 49, how many more do you want a certain demon to add~