Ah Mo is indeed 90% sure.

The patient behind the curtain must be her Jinghua!

For a whole day, she stayed outside, watching and laughing and chatting with Xuanhua, looking like she had nothing to do, but in fact, she was worried in her heart, if her heart could cry, I am afraid that this heart would have cried to the point of being out of breath.

She didn't know how things suddenly came to be like this?

Isn't it Chenhua who owes 128 lives? Shouldn't Chenhua be the one who was tied up to Zhuxiantai and subjected to the capital punishment of five thunders?

Why did it become her Jinghua all of a sudden!

What tricks did he do? Can he dodge so many Divine Monarch's vicious eyes, and openly Li Dai Tao stiffened, letting the nine thunderbolts hit him?

And this was obviously premeditated by him, when he came back from Surabaya Pavilion, those abnormal performances began, and until the end of the public trial, Qinglan sent him to Sister Yuan for treatment, and he had already arranged everything in order in advance!

Including that letter, it must have been prepared by him a long time ago! He must have placed it in a conspicuous place in the study, so that Changning could find it when he was cleaning, and then waited until he drank medicinal tea from Brother Xuanhua, and then slept until noon on the second day, and then brought it to himself just right!

In this way, the one who sent himself back that night was definitely not Jinghua. Is it Brother Qinglan, or is Brother Xuanhua pretending?

But none of this matters anymore.

Even, it doesn't matter how Jinghua was punished instead of Chenhua on the day of the public trial. The only thing she cared about now was the man behind the curtain - how was he?

In front of them was the Nantian Gate, and the soldiers guarding the gate stood straight one by one. They all knew her, and Ah Mo didn't want people to see her red eyes, so she simply found a sheltered corner and hid herself, and then squatted down and cried.

Jinghua, what's wrong with you? It's painful, is it very uncomfortable?

Wouldn't it be better to let Momo blow and rub for you?

But why don't you want to see Momo?

You refused to see me, and you wrote such a letter to send me back to the West Sea, and you knew that I would not leave!

You heard my voice in the house today, didn't you? You miss me as much as I miss you, but why don't you want to see me?

Are you afraid that I won't be able to accept you as you are? Or is it because I quarreled with you for Chenhua that time, so you didn't dare to tell me about the punishment on his behalf this time?

You're doing this because you don't know my bottom line, right? Yes, of course you won't, because I never told you. And I guess, I'll never tell you.

I don't have a bottom line.

Jinghua, I don't have a bottom line. For your sake, I can accept anything.

It doesn't matter if you're blind, I'll be your eyes. It doesn't matter if you're lame, I'll push you away for the rest of my life. Even if she was like Sister Yuan back then, she was disfigured, couldn't speak, and broke her legs......

It doesn't matter.

As long as you're alive, I'm not afraid.

I love you without any bottom line.

It's okay if you hide it from me, it's okay if you're unreasonable, you have to secretly and unprincipledly help your brother and help Xuan Yao...... None of this matters.

I even secretly thought that even if one day you can't be with me, you can be with whatever Sydney you want.

I can take 11,000,000 steps, and even if I retreat to a cliff, I will jump down without hesitation.

Jinghua, as long as it's for you, I'll be fine.

I'm not as squeamish as I seem, I love you, and I've already reached the point where I have no bottom line and no principles.

Hehe, you must not know. You always think that I am a child, a little princess, the one who can't stand the wind and rain, can't say anything serious, and wants you to accompany me, coax, and hold it in the palm of my hand.

But actually, I love you so much, I love you so much, I can do anything.

If you don't want to see me, then don't see me. From now on, I will accompany you outside the curtain every day, waiting for you, until that day, you are willing to come out, then we will meet again, okay?

Jinghua, you are really the best in the world, you easily changed me, turning me into a Mo who doesn't even know you. I can't tell if it's good or bad now, but I can't go back.

So, don't bother driving me back to the West Sea. When I go back, I'm not the same Ah Mo I used to be.

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It's forty-six days.

He stayed awake a little longer than he had before, and no longer fell into an uncontrollable coma as he had in the first few days.

That's good. This will help you form a regular body clock to make sure you wake up early in the morning before she arrives so you can hear her cheerful footsteps along the way.

It was the most beautiful piece of music that kept him energized throughout the day.

But he still couldn't support himself to sit up, he couldn't lie down completely, as long as he lay down for a while, he would be flustered and short of breath, unable to breathe, so now, he was almost half leaning for twelve hours, just like he used to do when the bare heart attack was at its worst.

He was extremely dissatisfied with the speed of his recovery, although Sister Yuan kept saying that after suffering nine thunderstorms, he could still leave a small life, and he was already the first person in ancient times.

But he was still not satisfied.

He didn't want to lie down like this all the time, he had to breathe for a long time to even say a word, he looked like he couldn't wait to get up, but in fact, he wanted to know if he could still stand up.

He asked this question many times, but Sister Yuan didn't say.

What if he really can't stand up? What if he's always just a wreck?

So three years later, what will he use to marry the girl outside the door?

The girl now came every day, and talked to herself outside the curtain, saying that when she was shopping for vegetables today, the kind vendor gave her an extra handful of chrysanthemums, that she caught two finches on the way home yesterday, and that she let them go after they had been fed, and that the weather was getting colder, and that the plum blossoms were blooming so well in the place where she lived, that her future husband would be very happy when he came back to see them......

She likes to talk, and she chatters every day from the time she enters the house until the evening. Sometimes I talk continuously, and my voice is hoarse, but I still can't stop, just like a natural chatterbox.

He was very distressed, so he asked Sister Yuan to make some cool and moisturizing tea and put it outside, and sure enough, her throat was much better later.

In addition to talking, she would also bring some pen and paper, and she would always sit quietly outside and draw during the hour of his nap every day. When he woke up, Xuanhua would bring him a stack of her paintings.

But at the time, he didn't look at it.

He was reluctant to look at it. He must stay until he is tormented by the pain to the point of almost giving up, and only take it out, and look at it carefully, bit by bit.

Her whimsical paintings with a stroke of the pen are like his pain-relieving medicine and life-sustaining golden pill. He cherished it very much, and even stipulated that he could only watch one at a time, and it was not good to have more.

He thought of her so much, day and night, by listening to her voice and imagining her appearance, he survived the minutes and seconds that made life worse than death.

But when Sister Yuan asked him if he wanted to see her, he always didn't want to think about it, so he shook his head and refused.

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Seventy-third day.

A month earlier, the Emperor had resumed his routine court meetings. At the end of the early dynasty, he always brought a thick pile of folds into the dragon chariot, and then the next day, he returned to Lingxiao Hall with the approved folds. Everything is in order.

But this Emperor of Heaven has never returned to Chen'an Palace.

Ah Mo never went to look for him.

She didn't care who he was, she still ran to her Bodhi town every day.

That's where she shines.

Not in the splendid Lingxiao Palace, but in the gray-walled and black-tiled hut, behind the plain white linen curtains.

Her Jinghua hadn't walked out of that room for more than two months, and she hadn't said a word.

But she knew that he must be there, just a few steps away from her.

She had to say so many things every day, and she knew he must have heard them. She said hoarsely, and the next day there was an extra pot of loquat eucalyptus leaf tea outside.

He must have seen all the messy graffiti she painted. Because every time she finishes painting, Xuanhua will take it away, and she will prepare the pen and ink paint for her every day.

She waited patiently, not rushing, not rushing.

She didn't even bother to guess why he wouldn't see her, whether he was worried that he would not recover from his injuries, or something else? If she can accept any reason, then why bother to investigate what that reason looks like?

Even Brother Xuanhua didn't care about her, he even deliberately avoided her to make room for her to play on her own and talk to herself.

In fact, Ah Mo was originally a very open girl, and she would not be restrained because Xuanhua was there.

But when he's gone, of course it's even better, it can make her perform more engaged. Yes, that's right, she has gone from grabbing what to say at the beginning, to systematically planning and carefully preparing a short program every day.

She first found some books from Jinghua's study that he usually liked to read, and read a few to him every morning when the sun was right. But his books were so difficult and profound that she not only did not know the meaning, but she could not even recognize many of the words.

Ah Mo announced that she would give up after reading it for a few days, she thought that such a book was really not interesting, and it was not good for her body to recover after reading it. Jinghua has been too serious since she was a child, so now that she has grown up, she lives so boring and tired. She asked Qinglan to find many dramas in the world, the kind that are witty and humorous, and then insisted on reading two or three paragraphs every day.

Those mortals really have the ability, Ah Mo reads and reads, sometimes he leans forward and backwards, laughs and hurts his belly, and sheds tears.

But behind the curtain, there was no sound.

It's okay, Jinghua.

Ah Mo thought, I still have a lot of joke books, and when I finish telling these funny stories, you will definitely laugh. If you still don't laugh, I'll let Brother Qinglan buy more until you're willing to laugh.

Jinghua, I will always wait for you.