The next day, the sky was gray, like a light gray veil. If you look through the light veil, it is a clear sky, a wide enough world.

The warm sun was obscured by dark clouds, and there were only large patches of darkness. It was as if it was about to rain, the weather was cool, and the mood was extremely irritable.

I don't know if it's the passing of this spring, or the anticipation of the next spring. It's just that the sun is always after the wind and rain, and the bright red of spring will eventually come.

He Yan's lip flap is chapped, like carved folds, thinking that there is too much dehydration. She slowly squeezed a few words out of her mouth, but she couldn't find out. Her voice was like a gossamer, wisps, but it couldn't reach her ears, it could only tickle people's ears, and they couldn't help but approach her.

"Water... Water · · Water"

Lin Feng's eyelids moved, and there was a familiar whisper in his ears, and he wanted to rub his eyes lightly with his hand, but there was a sense of soreness. His eyes grew clearer, and he turned to look at her.

She was quiet, as if the whispers in her ears didn't exist. His empty hand subconsciously drew her eyebrows, and he had always known that she was good-looking, since the first time he saw her.

His thoughts led him to a scene in the temple, and he unconsciously stiffened his hands, no longer depicting, trying to withdraw them. The person in his arms seemed to be aware of it, and his hand was around his hand.

He couldn't stop being happy in his heart, not just the joy of waking up and seeing her.

She is just a habitual action, looking for something to rely on, she has been insecure since she was a child, even if her mind is open, it is no longer the same, and this habit cannot be easily changed.

One of her small actions caused Lin Feng to feel like a child getting a piece of candy. His eyebrows and eyes are warm, and his smile is full of tenderness, but he only gives one tenderness.

His eyes touched her lips, and his hand brushed it, but it was very ravine. He gently pulled out his hand, pulled the quilt over her, and went down to the bed.

He turned his head and looked at her again, straightened his clothes, and then planned to go back, but he turned back three times in one step, and his heart was full of unease.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, the man on the bed woke up slowly.

She had a splitting headache, rubbing her hair with her hands and pounding her head, trying to throw away all the messy memories in her mind. She sensed weakness and pain in her heart.

She slept so dazedly that she couldn't remember anything for a while. With both hands, she tried to prop herself up, but it was to her heart. She gritted her teeth and persisted, cold sweat oozing from her forehead and back, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

She sat up, and then began to remember, but her eyes were first attracted by the pain in her heart. All that was in his mind was a large patch of red, his bright red face, his scarlet eyes, and his blood-stained hand.

Time ticked and ticked, her blood dripping from the dagger. She never thought that the first time she hadn't seen her for a long time was so unhappy, they were on opposite sides.

She couldn't, and didn't dare to stand by his side. She was afraid, she was so afraid that he would die.

Only if she lives, he will have a glimmer of life!

At that moment, for some reason, she gave her great courage, and she rushed forward and resisted the knife for Lin Feng.

From her point of view, she shouldn't have seen him pull a dagger from his shoes, but she did. She also had time to rush forward, and when she thought about it at this moment, he really took great pains to protect her, and he also firmly knew who she was.

He dug a hole for her so that she had to jump into it and never get up again.

The prey in the pit is always better than the prey that walks around outside, and at least survives for a while. There are countless traps in the outside world, and if you take one wrong step, you will never recover.

He dug a pit for her with his own hands, and there was nothing in it, and although he could keep her peace for a while, he forgot that the prey in the pit was the same for the hunter.

Or the prey that falls into the pit unscathed will summon the hunter, and perhaps it will live shorter than the prey from the outside.

There was heat flowing in her eyes, steaming her whole person as if she was in a heat wave, wave after wave, never stopping. Her tears were dripping silently and flowing, and her throat was a little uncomfortable.

The tip of the tongue touched the lip flap, and the body trembled, as if the flesh had been ripped away alive. The tip of the tongue is swept over, and the lip flap is moisturized, and it is just a drop in the bucket to deliver water in the snow.

She tried to get out of bed, but she was helpless. As soon as her feet touched the ground, it was like stepping on cotton, and she couldn't stand steadily.

The moment her body fell, she was relieved, and the figure of that person was in her mind, presumably he was more painful than her now.

So, that's it!

The moment Lin Feng came in, he saw her two lines of tears, deeply trapped in her emotions. He had experienced the life of the barracks, but he walked silently, and the things in his hands rested gently on the table, but the corner of his eye kept glancing at her.

Her fall didn't miss his glance, and one lunged forward and hugged her.

She didn't feel the pain coming from her body, but she clearly felt the hardness behind her. Unlike the floor, there was a burst of warmth behind him. The tip of her nose lingered with a familiar smell, which made her wonder what to do.

He ignored her distractions and dragged her to the table. He pressed her to a chair with a cushion under it so that it would not make her uncomfortable.

"Ayan!" His eyes were on the bowl of porridge on the table, and he missed the time in the meditation room a little. He fed her porridge, but the two of them were open in their hearts, unlike now, both of them had their own plans in their hearts, and neither of them could be broken.

She opened her mouth obediently, and took a mouthful of porridge, but it was somewhat comfortable. His eyebrows gradually stretched, and he scooped another mouthful of porridge, but before he could reach her, she vomited. His complexion was gray, and his whiteness was gloomy.

"Vomit--" She vomited uncontrollably, spitting out all the mouthfuls she had swallowed, leaving only bitter water.

His eyes flashed with distress, he forced a smile, and his hand was on the side of the table, taking the sour plum soup that had been prepared.

He patted her lightly, and then smoothed her breathing, and then opened his mouth, "Ayan, try it!" ”

She still had a look on her face that was uncomfortable, and she just listened obediently to his words and looked into the bowl.

In that bowl, it is red with some orange and yellow colors, but it is extremely eye-catching. Something else was levitating, like a pool of spring water floating with petals, and she only felt that her appetite was great.

She reached out and took it, and ran it to her lips. The tip of her nose was sweet and sour, and she took a sip into her mouth. The sweet and sour taste that belonged to it spread to her limbs, and she had a little more strength on her body. She drank it all, leaving only an empty bowl.

She put down the bowl and couldn't touch the temperature on her lips. She was stunned for a moment, then leaned back without moving, with a complicated look in her eyes.

He flipped over the finger that had just pressed her lip flap, and raised his hand to show her, and there was a little bit of red on his fingers, which was the trace left by the sour plum.

She hung her head and said nothing.

The two of them were silent, except for the sound of each other's breathing.

"You..."

"You..."

Coincidentally, the two opened their mouths together.

"Is he alright?"

He could naturally hear who she was asking, and the look in her eyes made it impossible to peek into it.

Her heart tightened, as if she had never known him, did not understand what he was thinking. He could easily guess what she was thinking.

"He's in prison, waiting to be questioned." His words were full of coldness, just like his present countenance.

She pursed her lips and clasped her fingernails in her palms, as if she had made a decision.

She tried to get up, but he stopped her. She knew every word in his mouth, but when they got together, it made her heart skip a beat, and she almost fell to the ground with her legs limp.

"You're not in good health, but now that you have a child, it's better to rest!"

These words exploded in her heart like a cannon battle, and the echo of "having a child" and "having a child" echoed in her ears.

I don't know what words to use to describe her mood at the moment, it's like giving you a stick to your heart first, and then giving you a sweet date.

This is really the kind that is sweet to the heart, her hand brushes her belly, and there is a small life in it.

This kid came a little by coincidence, Lin Feng muttered in his heart.

"Can you save him?" She asked in a trembling voice, though she couldn't understand why he was there that day, and why Jossi died.

She just trusts him, and he won't hurt her.

"Why don't you ask how he was there? Why did the woman in his arms die? ”

Her eyes were full of incomprehension, and the next moment her pupils dilated, full of surprise and disappointment.

"I lured him into the palace to see you, but I led him to the living hall, and I wanted to catch them all." He spoke in an extremely flat voice, as if he were talking about something inconsequential.

"However, I didn't expect that he just brought a girl."

The implication was that he believed in him too much.

Her eyes were slightly red, her head shook desperately, and she bit her lip desperately, unwilling to believe that these words had come from his mouth.

"For... Why? Her tears filled her eyes, and they were dripping down.

Although he felt a pain in his heart, his hands were clenched tightly, and he did not help her wipe her tears as before.

"Because he is the master of the Qiyuan Pavilion, he threatens the rights of the royal family!"

"Heh--that's why, he didn't choose it himself, and he didn't go toe-to-toe with you!" There was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were sour, her nose was astringent, and her throat seemed to be tightly choked.

His eyes burned as he fixed his gaze on her, and she shuddered.

"And my reason?"

"Then the one who wanted to kidnap me before was also from the palace?"

She didn't believe in her own powerful attraction, and some only had a heartbell on her wrist.

He didn't speak, she only acquiesced in his silence.

It turns out that there is a reason of her own, what should she do?

In this palace, all she can rely on is him!

"If I promise to marry you..."

He looked up at her, with a complicated look in his eyes, and for a moment the room was silent.

She brushed her stomach with her hand, looking resolute, and slowly spat out the words that made her heartbreaking, "If it's because of this child, then I..."

He gagged her mouth with his weak hand, preventing her from saying the second half of the sentence.

"What you have in your womb is my first child, take good care of your body and give me a white and chubby child."

She forced a smile, but she was satisfied.

Shen Jing, I'm sorry!