Lan Yue Lanxing kept talking while eating, praising the chef's skills, but he tried to let Ruan Yanluo eat more.

Although Ruan Yanluo also wanted to, but there was something in his heart, he didn't eat much anyway, but after eating a small half bowl of porridge and eating some vegetables, he couldn't eat it anymore, Lan Yue Lanxing had the heart to let Ruan Yanluo eat more, but Ruan Yanluo only ate two bites, so he covered his mouth and wanted to vomit out, so scared that Lan Yue Lanxing didn't dare to persuade anymore, so he had to take things and retreat.

After eating and serving the consumption tea, Lan Yue Lanxing accompanied Ruan Yanluo to talk for a while, but Ruan Yanluo obviously had no interest in talking, no matter what they said, there was no reaction, only when they stopped, he smiled at them, indicating that he was listening.

Lan Yue Lanxing felt uncomfortable when she saw Ruan Yanluo like this, but she knew that there was no way to do it, so she estimated that Ruan Yanluo's food had been almost digested and would not accumulate food, so she served Ruan Yanluo to lie down on the bed and retreated.

In the middle of the night, there was a slight knock on the door, and Nangong Ling came in with the cool air of the night, took advantage of the darkness to wash up as usual, and then touched the side of the bed.

Fang Yi sat down on the bed, and suddenly a pair of arms came around from behind his back, tightly wrapping around Nangong Ling's waist.

Nangong Ling's body stiffened slightly, but he just sat down and didn't say anything.

Ruan Yanluo tightened his arms and hugged Nangong Ling even tighter.

My heart hurts, sour, astringent, and aggrieved.

That thing has happened for so long, why can't it just pass like this, why can't it be like a gust of wind and a gust of fog, with the sun of time and the future, completely disappear, leaving no trace, why do you have to turn it over, let them suffer again, sad again.

Nangong Ling was a little sore by Ruan Yanluo's waist, and he finally stretched out his hand and put it on Ruan Yanluo's hand, but instead of holding it, he wanted to pull her away.

Ruan Yanluo refused to let go, just clasped his hands tightly.

"I'm tired." Nangong Ling's voice came in the dark night, slightly cool and good-sounding, but it was so far away from her.

Ruan Yanluo bit his lip, Nangong Ling didn't perfunctory him, even if he really didn't want to talk to her, but the tiredness in his voice was real, these days, he was busy every day, he was really tired.

The hand was slowly released, Ruan Yanluo stepped back a little, waiting for Nangong Ling to turn back, but Nangong Ling didn't, he just turned his back to Ruan Yanluo and lay down.

Ruan Yanluo bit his lip and lay down as well, but hugged Nangong Ling again from behind.

Nangong Ling's body moved very lightly, but after all, he only remained as he was, and did not make any movements.

Ruan Yanluo put his face on Nangong Ling's back, this man looks thin, in fact, his flesh and bones are well-proportioned, and his shoulders and backs are even more broad and reliable, no matter when he leans on it, he will give her the most reliable feeling, as if as long as he is there, it doesn't matter if the sky falls.

This description may be a bit old-fashioned, but Ruan Yanluo really thinks so.

"Ah Ling......" Ruan Yanluo called softly.

Please, no matter how angry, sad, angry with me, talk to me, don't ignore me like this.

"Ah Ling, I miss you very much......" Nangong Ling didn't speak, and Ruan Yanluo went on by himself.

"We've been apart for over two months and I really miss you. I ......"

"Tomorrow is the third seven of the old five." Nangong Ling finally spoke, but Ruan Yanluo's words were choked back in an instant.

She bit her lip, tomorrow, it will be Nangong Jin's Sanqi, in Tianyao, Sanqi is a very important day, as long as there are conditions, it will be commemorated, not to mention, Nangong Ling has just welcomed back Nangong Jin's bones from Xiliang, before Nangong Jin and Haya were in the place of death Nirvana, but it was not a real funeral, this time Sanqi, probably can be regarded as a real burial.

Thinking about Nangong Jin's death, thinking about why he died, Ruan Yanluo seemed to be pressed in an ice cellar, she knew that this was Nangong Ling's reluctance to talk to her, so she used this matter to block her words.

Nangong Ling didn't blame her for Nangong Jin's death, he was a commander, and he knew that there would be many times when there would be a lot of helplessness, but he would use this incident as a tool to block her words.

Ruan Yanluo only felt a ball of qi choking in his chest, and he couldn't get up or down.

The sourness in her eyes was terrible, she blinked her eyes, blinked her eyes again, and held back desperately, refusing to let the tears fall.

Slowly, slowly, the hand was withdrawn from Nangong Ling's body, and said softly: "You are tired for a day, let's sleep first." ”

Nangong Ling noticed that she took her hand away from him, only to feel as if something had been withdrawn from his life, and he even had an impulse to immediately reach over and hold that hand, and then hug the woman beside him into his arms hard.

But he didn't do anything, just lay on his side in his original position, feeling Ruan Yanluo slowly retreat to her side, and then turned around, back to back with him, and curled up slightly.

That little fish, crying, right?

He couldn't help but think that after she became pregnant, her mood fluctuated a lot, she didn't like to cry, but now a little thing can make her tears flow down.

Although she tried her best to keep her body calm and tried not to make any sound, Nangong Ling knew that if he turned her over, he would definitely see her tears streaming down her face.

His heart ached, and he wanted to hold her and comfort her, but there was a worse mood that stopped him, so that he didn't know how to face this little fish and how to get along with her.

Nangong Ling's fists tightened unconsciously, he pursed his lips tightly, and lay there, but he didn't close his eyes, let alone really sleep, but listened attentively to Ruan Yanluo's movements.

In such a quiet night, the air is full of sourness, and all of it is bitter and bitter.

It wasn't until Ruan Yanluo's side fell asleep because he was too sad and tired, completely quiet, and there was no movement at all, that Nangong Ling slowly closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep.

But after a short sleep, the sky was already white.

After Nangong Ling got up, he saw Ruan Yanluo turning around at some point, facing him, but he shrunk his arms, as if he wanted to hug him but didn't dare, so he slept pitifully not far from him.

A wave of pity welled up in his heart, but he was just silent and got up by himself.

When he went out, as usual, he saw Lan Yue and Lan Xing coming over to serve Ruan Yanluo, Nangong Ling thought for a while and said, "Call the princess to get up in half an hour." ”