It's just because of that person that there is a supreme emperor who is the father, and the imperial power is in charge, and black and white are their own judgments.

Wen Ling cried for a long time, too long, she needed to vent, she really lasted too long alone.

Wen Ling let go of Xiaolian and wiped away her tears for Xiaolian, "Xiaolian, I'm fine, you go and rest." ”

Xiaolian still wanted to ask something: "But Miss ......"

"Go ahead."

Xiaolian looked at Wen Ling a little helplessly: "Okay, miss, you also have to rest early." ”

When Xiaolian left, Wen Ling turned around and went back to the bedroom, the whole room illuminated by the candlelight was bright, but Wen Ling didn't want this kind of brightness at all, making her feel that she was exposed to the crowd and had no privacy at all.

Wen Ling waved his hand, a gust of palm wind blew out the candlelight, Wen Ling threw himself into the bed, and the white moonlight tilted into the room, just like day.

Wen Ling took out a picture scroll from under the pillow, and by the moonlight, he could clearly see the handsome face of the person in the painting, with clear facial features, indifferent expression, and the sword in his hand added a sense of loneliness.

Wen Ling stroked the scroll with his hand, and the expression of the person in the painting was still the same, this painting was torn off by Wen Ling, so it was obvious that the scroll could be repaired.

Ling Yuanchen, in this life, can't we even say that sentence? I never thought that the last time we were, we would retreat so embarrassed, in this life, we won't even have the chance to see each other again.

It's okay, I'm a person who doesn't have much time, and there is a deep feud between you and me, between you and me, it's impossible, Ling Yuanchen, I hope you will never regret it.

Wen Ling threw the scroll on the ground fiercely, and the long scroll spread out directly according to the force.

Wen Ling panicked for a while, hurriedly climbed out of bed, and hurriedly began to pick up the scroll desperately.

But the more he picked it up, the more messy it became, and it was scattered several times, Wen Ling put the scroll directly on his body, and tears "snapped" and dripped on the scroll.

Ling Yuanchen, why, why, you hurt me like this, I still can't let you go, I know that time is short, but I also want to see you for the last time, let us meet for the last time, I can not be so embarrassed.

Wen Ling sat on the ground, I don't know how long, she fell asleep directly when she was tired, she was awakened by a cold in her body.

This time, the cold poison came extremely quickly, Wen Ling only had time to protect his heart with internal force, and the feeling of cold and pain did not disappear, but became more serious.

But with little effect, Wen Ling only felt a cold rush to his head, Wen Ling used all his internal force to press, but suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out, and Wen Ling fell to the ground weakly.

After resting for a while, Wen Ling realized that no, today is not the fifteenth, and this time the cold poison is not as slow as usual, Wen Ling knows, her cold poison is no longer once a month, and her body can not support it for long.

Ancient books record that when the cold poison invades, it has become irregular, and there is no medicine stone, if the poisoned person can't survive, it is possible to be killed by pain and cold death at any time.

The last thing Wen Ling could think of was this, she had no strength and fell asleep.

Wen Ling was woken up by Xiaolian's knock on the door, after the last time Qi Hongxin suddenly broke into the door, Wen Ling instructed Xiaolian that no matter when, she would never enter the room without her permission, Xiaolian was also frightened by Wen Ling's madness and injury, so she no longer dared to enter the room at will.

Wen Ling got up from the ground in a daze, his body was already weak, but looking at the blood stains on the ground, Wen Ling still resigned himself to getting up, sitting in front of the dressing mirror, looking at his obviously sickly white face.

Wen Ling took out blush and rouge, trying to draw a trace of red on his pale and bloodless face.

Xiaolian kept shouting outside, "Miss, Miss, are you awake?" ”

Wen Ling quickly blushed himself and colored his mouth with rouge, before opening the door and walking out.

Xiaolian was relieved and said, "Miss, did you sleep well last night?" ”

"It's good, Xiaolian, is there something wrong with you looking for me in such a hurry?"

Xiaolian scratched her head embarrassedly: "It's not a big deal, it's just that the slave maid went to buy red date cake for Miss in the morning, and the slave maid thought that the red date cake was the best to eat while it was hot, so she came to find Miss." ”

Wen Ling couldn't laugh or cry, "Xiaolian, there are not many people in the house, you can sleep more if you are fine, don't worry about me all the time, if I am not there one day, what will you do?" The one I can't trust the most right now is you. ”

Xiaolian was a little angry: "Miss, don't say it's good to be there, this kind of talk is unlucky, you hurry up." ”

Xiaolian stared at Wen Ling closely, her eyes were full of uneasiness and accusation, Wen Ling was helpless, so she had to "babble" three times.

Xiaolian smiled again: "That's right, Miss, don't say anything about dying in the future, if you marry to King Wen's Mansion in the future, you will definitely live this life happily." ”

Wen Ling also smiled: "Xiaolian, you have long passed the marriageable age, or I will go to the matchmaker to find a mother-in-law to marry for you." ”

"Miss, you're here again, Xiaolian said that I will accompany Miss for the rest of my life."

"You accompany me, and you can accompany me when you get married."

"Miss, go eat red date cake, I'll clean up the room for you, don't let me get married in the future, otherwise I'll be really angry."

Xiaolian was about to bypass Wen Ling and enter the room, Wen Ling was a little panicked all of a sudden, and her voice became more anxious: "Xiaolian, you don't need to go." ”

"Miss, what's wrong? I used to clean up your room. ”

Wen Ling slowed down his tone: "Xiaolian, let's do it, you go and help me put the red date cake in the kitchen to warm up, I didn't sleep well last night, I want to go and rest again, okay?" ”

"Miss, why didn't you say it earlier if you didn't rest well, Xiaolian will help you go back to your room to rest."

"No need, Xiaolian, I can do it myself, I'll go to eat by myself when I wake up, you don't have to look for me, you know?"

When Wen Ling entered the room, Xiaolian looked at Wen Ling's back, looking confused, she always felt that something was wrong with Miss today, but she couldn't tell where it was, Xiaolian couldn't think of it, shook her head and left.

Wen Ling entered the room and looked at the blood stains on the ground, which had been solidified all night, and it took some strength to wipe it off.

Wen Ling poured all the tea on the table on the bloodstains, squatted down with a hand towel, and wiped it little by little, Wen Ling had no strength in his body, so after a while, he had already used all his strength,

When he finally finished wiping the bloodstains, Wen Ling was so tired that he threw himself on the bed, covered the quilt Wen Ling fell asleep, a rare good sleep.