Although Ling Luo also understands the importance of her body, it is really difficult to live as usual when she is worried, she can only place her affection on political affairs, so that her mind will no longer be concerned about Xiao Ziyu's body day and night, but her body really can't bear to be treated like this, so she can only lose weight day by day.

Ling Luo's performance made Xiao Meng feel distressed and right, the only thing she could do was to add more tricks to the porridge, so as to add more nutrients to Ling Luo, so that she would not faint because of lack of strength or something.

Jingli was the only one who knew the inside story, and she knew very well that unless she could bring the living Xiao Ziyu to Ling Luo, there was no way to make Ling Luo return to normal.

They also loved someone deeply, and that feeling of powerlessness was enough to torture them into madness, so Jingli couldn't bear to blame Ling Luo anymore, and only hoped that God would not be so cruel, and after taking Gu Xi away once, Xiao Ziyu would also be taken away from Ling Luo's side.

However, although Ling Luo lost her appetite and lost a lot of weight, her spirit was still okay, after all, her mind still knew her identity very clearly, she was the queen of Syracuse, even if her heart was already dead like a grassland in the summer, Ling Luo had to hold the sky above her head.

What supports Ling Luo's belief is not only everything in Snow City, but also the most important point is that she always believes in her heart that Xiao Ziyu is waiting for her in a corner of Long Yin, he loves her so deeply, and promises to join hands with her, Ling Luo believes that Xiao Ziyu, like her, will never give up all opportunities, so as long as she waits patiently, one day, she will find him.

Just when Ling Luo thought that such a numb and painful day would continue, things suddenly took a turn for the better, and Xiao Ziyu, who had disappeared for a long time, finally appeared, but this news was not replied by the spies sent by Ling Luo to various places, but from the oral training transmitted from the border battlefield of Syracuse.

All of this has to go back to that day......

Ling Luo was still as usual, buried her head in front of the desk full of files to review the folds, this was still a precedent for her to launch, at that time it was because she lost her hearing, so she came up with such an opportunistic idea, but now that her ears are completely healed, the habit of writing things on the folds is still retained.

This is enough to show that the wisdom and wisdom of the ancient Chinese people, even in a completely different time and space, the crystallization of wisdom can still be shared.

Ling Luo was frowning and thinking about how much money to allocate to deal with the water problems of the western town, but she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, which seemed to drain her vitality strongly, making her instantly stagnant breathing, and her head immediately became cold sweat.

This feeling was something Ling Luo had never felt before, although it was only for a short moment, but she did feel the fear that her life was threatened, and Ling Luo believed that it was not her momentary delirium, but something had indeed happened.

Just when Ling Luo wanted to get up and go out to find Jing Li, Jing Li had already rushed in one step ahead of her, her expression was flustered like never before, and her voice had lost its previous calmness, "Wang, Jiangling is lost." ”