The candlelight overflowed, and the warm glow of the room flowed.

As soon as the voice of the comer fell, the unconscious man let out an uneasy moan, his hand clutched the silk quilt tightly, and his face was painful.

Seeing that the woman who was unconscious in the bed had a slightly painful face, and even cold sweat was dripping on her smooth forehead, Yan'er hurriedly wrung out the wet wipes on her hands, gently wiped this little bit of fine sweat, and called softly: "Princess, princess" The tears that had just stopped fell uncontrollably.

Bean-sized tears fell on her hands, and the warm feeling spread, and she lost her temperature in an instant.

She was to blame for all this, she had already found out that her body was slightly ill, but she didn't insist on going to the imperial doctor to take a look, it was because she didn't care that she was so miserable.

It's all her fault

Yan'er only kept blaming herself for not taking good care of Nangong Luojing, but she didn't notice the slightly open eyes of the woman on the bed.

"Yan'er" let out a faint whisper, the eyes that were still tightly closed just now were half-closed, and the thin lips were still pale without a trace of blood.

When the "princess" saw that she was awake, Yan'er immediately stretched out her sleeve to wipe away the tears on her face, and a few wisps of joy jumped between her eyebrows.

The woman on the bed opened her eyes slightly, her beautiful eyes had long lost the brilliance of the pure spirit that appeared on weekdays, and the bottom of her eyes was gloomy.

As if she didn't hear her call, she just stared at everything in this room in a daze, and everything that could be seen by her was already seen by her at a glance.

It's just that the figure she was looking for didn't appear in front of her as she wanted after all.

"Princess" Yan'er stared at the feeling of helplessness and amazement on her soft face, and knew a little in her heart: "Princess" Yan'er said the word king, and Nangong Luojing raised her hand to stop it.

Yan'er knew that she didn't want to mention Feng Yihan, so she stopped talking, stretched out her sleeves and gently wiped the tears left just now.

Nangong Luojing stared at her movements, moved her lips slightly, and in an instant, a faint smile appeared on that soft face, and slowly stretched out her hand, Yan'er saw this, hurriedly squatted down in front of the couch, approached Nangong Luojing's side, and asked softly: "What does the princess want Yan'er to bring for the princess immediately?"

Nangong Luojing pursed her lips, didn't say anything, just stretched out her hand, gently rubbed her face, her slightly cool fingertips gently brushed Yan'er's face, and said with some distress: "Why is the fool crying?"

The emotions that could not be contained, suddenly because of the soft question, tears poured out without warning like bursting the embankment.

"Princess, it's Yan'er's fault that Yan'er is not good, she didn't take good care of the princess, so she will be seriously ill" The original sobbing voice suddenly turned into a heart-wrenching cry.

"No, it's not that it has nothing to do with Yan'er" Nangong Luojing struggled to prop up her body, said in a panic, her fingertips kept wiping the tears: "It's not Yan'er's fault, Yan'er doesn't have to blame herself"

"It's Yan'er's responsibility to take care of the princess, but Yan'er can't even do such a trivial thing, Yan'er Yan'er doesn't deserve to stay by the princess's side" Tears kept falling, as if endlessly, burying Yan'er in a world full of sadness and self-blame.

"Ahem" coughed lightly, Nangong Luojing's hand was tightly covered with his chest, and the brilliance of Meimu's eyes was so dim that there was no trace of anger, only at this moment, a trace of anger gradually appeared in his eyes, and his cheeks were slightly flushed because of his unsmooth breath, which made his pale face a little more angry.

"Princess, princess" Seeing that she couldn't stop coughing, Yan'er immediately got up in a panic and gently patted Nangong Luojing's back.

"Do you want to be so angry that I am sick, and there is no cure" Seeing her panicked, she pretended to turn a blind eye and closed her eyes angrily.

Yan'er wiped the tears on her face, and said with a hint of sobbing in her voice: Yan'er Yan'er doesn't think like this, "The sky is a lesson, she Yan'er can't wait to be sick of herself, not her Nangong Luojing."

"There are some things that you can't decide for a fool, maybe I'm sick and I deserve this disaster, how can I blame you" It's herself who doesn't care for her body, how can she blame anyone.

A faint voice slowly overflowed from the woman's lips, rippling in this huge dormitory, and falling on the ears of Feng Yihan, who was standing in the dark.

Through the light-colored gauze tent, the woman's thin and delicate body came into view, this voice did not complain, gentle as a light feather, but to his ears, but like a thousand pounds of stones smashed heavily on his heart, the pain of the cone is self-evident.

Pressing the pain in the palm of his hand, he stared weakly at the soft face against the soft light, and his eyes were not very pity.

What she said had endless helplessness and endless exhaustion.

A sarcastic smile tugged at his lips, and he knew that what she said was unpredictable was because she had a grudge in her heart, and that resentment was due to him.

"Princess"

After a long time, a soft voice not far away rose up, pulling back the man's thoughts, he stood silently in the dark, there was no trace of emotion on his handsome face, except for the color of the phoenix eyes, which were all barren.

"Hmm" Nangong Luo Jing tucked his messy hair to hide his distraction just now.

"Princess Wind Guarding Him" Yan'er squeaked, she knew that it was because of the Wind Guard that the relationship between Feng Yihan and Nangong Luo Jing became so stiff.

But she still had to mention, several days have passed, the wind guard was injured, and was locked up in the prison by the king, she heard that the prison is an extremely cold and damp place, if it is an ordinary person, it may be able to survive for a few days, but the current situation is that the man is seriously injured, in the extremely cold place, it is really not very worrying.

As soon as the words fell, the trace of anger that had just been dyed in Nangong Luo Jing's eyes suddenly dimmed a little.

"What's wrong with him?" her voice trembled as she spoke of him.

Yan'er's face was a little bitter, but she didn't realize the four words that appeared in her heart: life and death were uncertain, she just shook her head and said, "Yan'er doesn't know"

After waiting for a while, Nangong Luo Jing still didn't speak, but his eyes faded, and he looked at the place where the bright candle overflowed in a daze.

"Gong" didn't make a sound, and was covered up by a bitter voice full of loneliness, "He refused to let him go, knowing that he was kind to me, and he refused to let him go" She explained, more than once, the guard, the guard of the country, her guard, over and over again, but he always turned a deaf ear, ruthlessly condemned him as an assassin, and sent him to prison, what is this meaning, what is this meaning, what is this meaning?