It turns out that the most painful thing in the world is not waiting, but waiting without hope......

Since taking Huanyang Pill, her condition has been improving little by little, her pale face has become bloody little by little, and her weak pulse has slowly regained her strength, her body is no longer as stiff as death, and the body temperature on her body is warming up a little bit. As if a little bit of danger turned into An Murong Yichuan's hanging heart was slowly settled, he still stayed by the bedside without eating or drinking, giving her a Yang Pill every two hours according to the instructions of the Taoist, and quietly waiting for her to wake up after twelve hours.

The wait is long and painful, but for Murong Yichuan, although the wait at this time is also long, it has nothing to do with the pain, because this is a hopeful waiting, waiting for it is no longer forever lost, but re-possessed, people are haggard, just for whom, the red leaves and flowing water do not follow, and the whole person of Murong Yichuan has taken off his appearance for a few days, and he is haggard for Yi.

It seems that she doesn't know how long she has been in a coma, but during the coma she felt that she had a very long and colorful dream, the pictures in the dream are one after another, there are happiness, sadness, hope, and disappointment, there is the beauty of childhood, there is the melancholy of childhood, there is the warmth and sweetness brought by marriage, and the loneliness and pain that marriage gives her, there are snowflakes flying and the heartbeat of Jun for the first time, and there are sad tears in Jun's cave room, there is Jun to make me laugh, and there is a silent confession in front of Jun, There is the warmth lingering in the cave, and the sting pain of Jun hugging her in front of me, his own life is worse than death when he is humiliated, and there is his despair of falling off the cliff, there is the pain of losing a child, and the warmth of giving birth to a child, and the joy of reuniting with you for thousands of miles, in this life and in this life, I only rely on you.

As if slowly opening her eyes but found that the light in the room was very dim, the pearl curtain was nobly rolled up, and the curtain covered the sky outside, how did she know that it was sunset at this time, and subconsciously looked at her side but there was no child's figure, and her body was covered with a thin stall, which was covered with blooming lotus flowers, and then I saw that the man next to the bed was lying on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. ()

As if struggling to sit up from the bed, the stall was lifted to the side, pieces of lotus flowers scattered on the sheets full of flowers, but they were like tiger yellow flying into the cauliflower nowhere to be found, the butterfly approached Murong Yichuan who was sleeping at this time, she knew that he must be too tired, she couldn't wake him up, looking at his tired sleeping face, like a nose unconsciously sour, distress surrounded the whole self, whether it was to recover his memory, or still amnesia, he had to give all his love to this man, if not, how could he be worthy of the sky, How can you be worthy of your own heart? It was as if he was reaching out to hold Murong Yichuan's face, his eyes were looking at him intently, his eyes were slightly closed, his brows were tightly locked, and his face was haggard and tired, telling himself that he had not rested for a long time, and in an instant, crystal tears crossed his white cheeks, and she was silently saying Yichuan I love you, Yichuan I love you...... No, love to say it was not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid of waking up his dream.

Murong Yichuan thought that he could support himself until he woke up, but the tossing and turning of the past few days had already overdrawn his body, so he fell asleep unconsciously, and he felt a warmth on his face, and faintly heard a slight sob, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was sitting on the bed, his soft hands were holding his face, and when he opened his eyes, he saw her tears, and when he saw her wake up, his heart suddenly seemed to be walking in the clouds, soft and soft.

"It's like you're awake." Although this intermittent sentence was low, he used all his strength, God knows how long he waited for this moment, God knows how long he thought he would not have such a moment in this life, God knows that he thought he was going to send his beloved woman again, God knows......

It was as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word with a long mouth, just silent tears, tears.

Murong Yichuan stretched out his hand to help Wanruo wipe away his tears, "My heart is broken when I see you crying, we should be happy if you can't wake up." But my eyes were red. Although a single qiē has passed, how could Yi Chuan forget the goodbye that seemed to be with himself more than a day ago, and now think about which scene seems to be a heart-wrenching nightmare, but it is not a dream, it has become a thorn in his heart that he can't pull out.

It was as if he couldn't hold back the tears, and then squeezed a big smile to him, "I don't cry when I listen to you, it's just that I thought I would never cut you anymore, I-" said okay and didn't cry, but how could I not fall in love.

Murong Yichuan didn't say anything more, just hugged Wanruo tightly in his arms, hugged it very tightly, I was afraid that this was another dream, and after the dream, the person in his arms would be separated from his yin and yang, "If you tell me is not a dream, I won't lose you, right?" Yi Chuan slowly lowered his head, put his chin on the corner of his forehead, and explored every inch of her body with both hands, every inch was hot, warm, people said that if the dream was too brilliant, the dream was more painful, he was afraid that this was another brilliant dream, and her body was cold when she woke up, and God knew that she could no longer withstand the mutual torture of hope and disappointment.

It was as if he stretched out his little hand to touch Murong Yichuan's slightly emaciated face, and said affectionately; "Yi Chuan This is not a dream, I really woke up, let's take the last words I said to you in my sleep as a nightmare, we said that life is the same bed, death is the same hole, you said that you want me to be the queen, the queen will not leave without me, you see that you have lost weight in the past few days."

"Yes, we said that we will never leave in life and never give up in death, we are sitting in the same boat, I am driving the boat, you are on the boat, and none of us can get off the boat before the boat arrives." Their hands were clenched as if not a drop of air could enter them, so that this grip could only last forever, and this grip would only last a lifetime.

……

It's as if it's finally safe, and everyone's hanging hearts have fallen.

"Zi Yan, let's go home." As if waking up Zhongli Wenjun's heart can be regarded as letting go, he really wants to go to see her, but he can't do it himself, Murong Yichuan allowed him to see her more than a day ago, he should be grateful, how can he have extravagant hopes, he is desperately restraining himself, he originally scattered and went to the palace to deal with business, but if he didn't get out of danger, he was in a state of confusion and had no intention of doing business, so he came to the palace with Ziyan to wait, and finally waited to the end, she was fine, and she should have left.

Zi Yan turned her head to look at Wen Jun with a quiet face, she seemed to be able to guess his thoughts, so she nodded, "Okay, let's go home, I'll come to see my sister-in-law tomorrow." As he spoke, he wanted to get up and leave with Wen Jun.

The two of them were stopped by Murong Yichuan together, "Wenjun, you wait first, this king has something to ask you." Zhongli Wenjun's heart sank, he didn't know what the other party was going to ask him, so he had to fall down when he raised his steps.

At this time, Murong Yichuan walked out of the bedroom, "Wenjun, follow me to the study." His tone was neither light nor heavy.

Murong Yichuan walked slowly in front, Zhongli Wenjun followed behind, Zi Yan didn't understand what her brother Wang was doing, so she had to accompany her, but was stopped by Ping'er, "The princess stays, the prince and the concubine should discuss state affairs, don't follow."

Zi Yan was skeptical, "Really? As soon as my sister-in-law woke up, Brother Wang thought that state affairs were really. She shrugged her shoulders without concealing it.

Ping'er smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't go in with me to see the princess." ”

Murong Yichuan took Zhongli Wenjun to the study of Yin'an Palace, the two of them sat opposite each other, Su Su hurriedly gave the two of them tea and retreated, and the door was closed, several windows were open, and a slight cool breeze blew in, and the room was cool.

"Does the emperor want you to persuade this king to hand over his power to the crown prince for the time being, does he think that if something happens, he thinks that this king will be devastated because of this?" Murong Yichuan held the teacup in his hand, his face was slightly cold, and his eyes were like torches staring at Zhongli Wenjun,

Zhongli Wenjun nodded slightly, "Yes, since the princess is fine, Weichen thinks that the prince doesn't need to care about this matter." There are also ministers who feel that Chitose can hand over part of the rights to the prince, so he should give himself a vacation, and at the same time, he can also let the courtiers take this opportunity to see the prince's ability, and the prince knows best how many pounds and how many princes he has. Wen Jun looked like he was winning, and his eyes were quiet and unfazed.

"Wenjun, what do you mean by that?" Yi Chuan was puzzled.

Wen Jun raised his eyebrows elegantly, "Why don't you come to the prince, the official assessment and the promotion of a new batch of officials will arrive immediately, these things were done by the prince in previous years, and why not hand it over to the prince this year, does the prince think that the prince can do this very well?" How can a person who deals with flowers, birds, fish, and insects all day long handle the evaluation and appointment of officials? When the results come out, Chitose can make a big fuss about it, and Chitose can take advantage of this gap to do what he wants to sit on, why not Chitose? ”

Zhongli Wenjun's words completely moved Murong Yichuan, "Wenjun, what you said is reasonable, then the king of this book will give himself a vacation to see which kid tosses and how." A look of pride bloomed, and the corners of his mouth slightly showed a bit of mockery, in his eyes, the prince of the East Palace, Murong Zhiyuan, was just a fool who was not worth mentioning.

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Recommend the sister chapter of this book, I only hate Princess Wutong when I first saw her unmarried. The two books are equally beautiful at first sight