Time was passing little by little, but Sima Jing kept his head down and covered his chest. I don't know how long it took, Anyang even felt a little hopeless.

Sima Jing suddenly raised his head: "Yang'er, even if I agree to give you a letter of resignation, I'm afraid it won't work." ”

"You agree?" Anyang's eyes flashed with tears of surprise. After getting the letter of resignation, she really didn't know where to go. She suddenly found that she didn't even have a home, and she was a little depressed.

It's a pity that she thinks too much, Sima Jing doesn't mean that at all.

"You can't divorce your wife casually, don't you know?" Sima Jing suddenly seemed to be the last straw he caught, and there was joy in his eyes.

"Why not? I just learned the day before yesterday that the emperor also demoted his marriage princess to a concubine. The princess committed suicide. ”

An Yang remembered the news she got when she chatted with Zhong Shu, and she was excited for a while. Although she felt a little sorry for the hapless woman.

A layer of mist appeared in Sima Jing's eyes staring at An Yang: "Do you want to leave so much?" Do you have to go? His voice was hoarse.

An Yang quickly turned his face away, avoiding his aggressive gaze, but still nodded firmly.

"Anyang, you are so ruthless!" Sima Jing didn't know how to say these words, and his voice was extremely ugly and hoarse.

A wry smile crossed An Yang's face: "Am I ruthless?" If I'm stupid or crippled again. Will you still keep it like this? ”

After a long period of silence, Sima Jun suddenly spoke: "Okay! If you must, I'll write it to you. Anyway, you picked up this life. "His voice is muffled and dull, he is a person who is not good at words, let him say rhetoric, he can't do it.

An Yang didn't react for a while, she looked over with wide eyes and confusion.

I saw Sima Jing staggering and dragging heavy footsteps over. He sat opposite Anyang, his face was pale, and his lips were bitten bloodless by him.

He trembled and picked up the pen on the pen stand, shifted the angle of the rice paper that Anyang had already laid out, and dipped it in the ink that Anyang had just grinded.

His hands trembled so much that he simply held the wolf with both hands. It's a pity that I still can't shake it, and the ink drops fall onto the rice paper, blurring the big ink flowers.

An Yang was dumbfounded, she was so nervous that she even forgot to breathe. This kind of Sima Jing is really scary to look at.

Xiao Dezi saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly walked over.

Sima Jing trembled and barely wrote half of his life on the paper, but he really couldn't hold the pen, and the shaking pen completely ruined the good paper.

An Yang was frightened by his appearance. With his mouth wide open but he couldn't say a word, he just looked at him in a daze.

Sima Jing's eyes were blood-red, and the glittering water made it impossible for him to see the paper under his hand. He suddenly used force in his hand, aimed the pen directly at the heart, and stabbed it hard.

Fortunately, Xiao Dezi was prepared and grabbed it. But there was still a small section that pierced the clothes, and blood dripped down the barrel of the pen.

Anyang's tears burst out like a torrent in an instant, no matter how much she wanted to leave, she couldn't be ruthless at the moment. An Yang's entire body pounced on Sima Jing across the table.

"Fool! Why are you doing this? It's long overdue to let go, why just refuse? I don't even want to worry about past grievances. Why do you want to do this? Why? Although An Yang couldn't hold him completely, he could still feel his cold body slowly softening.

Xiao Dezi snatched the bloody brush and threw it out, picking up Sima Jing, who was paralyzed into mud, and strode back to the soft couch.

Rummaging through the gold sore medicine he had brought with him. Sima Jing suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood at this moment, and he completely fainted.

An Yang slumped in that chair, and she couldn't lift any strength anymore. Was her life really ruined like this?

When she truly loved him, he turned around. When she gave up and was ready to leave, he was entangled again.

The future was dark, and she couldn't see any light.

Fortunately, Sima Jing's injury was not serious, Xiao Dezi bandaged it briefly, and asked people to help Anyang go back to rest.

An Jiayin kept wiping her tears next to her, what could she say? The man she loved deeply actually had another woman hidden in his heart. She didn't know if she should stay or not.

The tragedy of the three people is because he can't think about it. An Yang sighed helplessly, dragging his weak legs and being slowly moved out of Jing Tingxuan by the little eunuch.

It's March, and although the temperature is not high, the sun is just right outside. Anyang had no intention of appreciating this rare sunset, her heart was as cold as a snow-capped mountain.

Liu Yan, who was waiting outside, hurriedly stepped forward to pick up Anyang and helped her back to Danyang Garden.

Calm as willow smoke, although she saw that Anyang's complexion and emotions were abnormal, she didn't ask anything.

After entering the house, he was busy helping Anyang take off his skirt and take off his shoes. After she helped Anyang lie down, she turned around and went out to instruct her subordinates to prepare bath water.

What Anyang needs at this moment is indeed a good rest for a while. Being able to take a comfortable hot bath is naturally the most soothing for your emotions.

Fortunately, Dongfang Ran didn't come this night, otherwise Anyang wouldn't know how to face him.

She and Dongfang Ran have been subjected to too many rumors. Anyang really wants to get rid of such an embarrassing identity. And judging from the current situation, I am afraid that the letter of resignation is not so easy to get.

Anyang was a little drowsy in the warm bathtub, and Liu Yan never dared to leave. She always felt a little bad when she looked at Anyang like this.

Sure enough, on the second day, Anyang launched a high fever. The little face was burned red, but the lips were very pale. She coughed one after another, which made people feel distressed to hear.

The illness came like a mountain, and although he was a doctor, he could not quickly cure the sudden serious illness.

As the saying goes: heart disease also has to be treated! It's a pity that she can't refine her heart medicine.

Sima Jing and An Yang fell ill at the same time, and the news soon spread. On weekdays, the Jingwang Mansion is full of people, but today it is full of people. Waves of visiting guests broke through the threshold of the palace.

The first to come was not Dongfang Ran, but Sima Jun. This peacock is not here to visit the sick, but to see the joke.

"Oops! Princess Jing, I didn't expect you to have today. Yesterday was so arrogant, and today it is like a frosted eggplant, wilting. Hahahaha! Retribution, retribution. ”

An Yang, whose face was flushed, was already weak in qi and blood, and he was so angry that he couldn't stop coughing.

An Yang was helpless against this madman on the bed in his coat, so he had to wave his hand and let Mingyue blast people out.

It's a pity that this guy just refuses to leave, and Mingyue can't do anything about him. This beating is not a scolding, so I have to push and drag it outside. Mingyue was so anxious that she stomped her feet, and Dongfang Ran had already rushed in.

At a glance, he saw Sima Jun, who was hiding from Mingyue, grabbed it, and carried it out with his collar.

"Who let you in? Don't get out of here! Dongfang Ran watched this peacock jumping up and down in Anyang's room, where did he still have a good face.

Fortunately, he didn't know that this guy was kicked out of the inner room by Mingyue, otherwise he would have to be beaten into a pig's head.

As soon as Sima Jun saw Dongfang Ran, his eyes immediately lit up with stars. Even though the collar was being carried, it was also close contact. I was so excited that I almost squeezed out the snot bubbles, and I didn't feel disgusted at all.

As soon as Dongfang Ran put him down, this guy stuck it back like a dog skin plaster. Looking at Sima Jun, who was wagging his tail and begging for mercy like a pug, Dongfang Ran raised his hand to beat people but didn't fight after all.

He glared at Sima Jun fiercely: "Stay here obediently, don't follow up." ”

Sima Jun saw that Dongfang Ran was no longer rushing him, and hurriedly nodded: "Must be good, must be good!" "Full of flattery.

Looking at this peacock that attracts bees and butterflies, Dongfang Ran has a headache. Originally, he was also a cynical master, and he didn't want to meet him before he found out that his former self was so annoying.

Let him go! Dongfang Ran said secretly in his heart, turned around and entered the inner room. Sima Jun watched Dongfang Burn enter, and was so anxious that he circled outside.

I want to follow up, but I'm afraid of upsetting the "beauty". He scratched his ears and cheeks outside, but Mingyue was so angry that he wanted to kill him with a punch.

"Prince Jing is still in a coma, aren't you going to take a look?" Mingyue began to flirt with people, but this guy was really good-looking, and Mingyue couldn't help but secretly look at him with her eyes.

"He's not dead yet. What's there to see. Don't go, don't go! "Where is this guy willing to leave here, for fear that a sweetheart who doesn't pay attention to him will run away.

Dongfang Ran walked into the inner room and looked at An Yang lying on the bed, the originally pink and tender little face was burned as if it had been coated with the most gorgeous rouge. His lips were indeed pale and bloodless, and a little chapped. Due to the constant coughing, the philtrum is actually a little blue.

This can make Dongfang Ran's heart feel distressed. Hurriedly took three steps and two steps to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and held An Yang's hot little hand tightly.

"It's only been a night apart, how can you make yourself like this?" He stretched out a hand and probed An Yang's forehead, it was hot.

"Have you taken the potion?" His handsome face was full of worry.

"I've eaten it! Ahem! I'm fine. Anyang couldn't help but cough again.

Dongfang Ran pulled her little hand and didn't know what to do. It's the first time I've seen her sick since I met Anyang. She used to be so hard, nervous and tired, she was fine, what's wrong today?

"Is something wrong? How could you suddenly get so sick? ”

An Yang was just about to speak, when Mingyue walked in with a curtain, "It's not that King Jing yet, I don't know what they talked about yesterday, the girl came back and got sick." ”

An Yang frowned, she didn't plan to tell Dongfang Ran what happened yesterday. With his violent temper, knowing the good things Sima Jing did yesterday, he didn't kill him directly.

"Don't listen to Mingyue's nonsense. It's that I've been too tired lately and haven't rested well. An Yang barely squeezed out a smile, but that smile was really ugly than crying.

Dongfang Ran looked at Anyang like this, and his heart was even more puzzled. He got up and planned to go to Sima Jing to ask what was going on.

"Master! Where are you going? Mingyue saw that Dongfang Ran was leaving, so she stopped him.

"Where else can I go? Of course, I went to find King Jing. Dongfang Ran said and walked out.

"Come back! Don't go! cough, cough, cough, cough ......" An Yang was so anxious that he wanted to get up, and his sullen heart was touched, and he couldn't stop coughing.

Dongfang Ran hurriedly turned around and returned to the bedside, he grabbed An Yang's outstretched arm, "It's all coughing like this, isn't the medicine bad?" Mingyue, you hurry back and get that thousand-year-old ginseng. ”

An Yang frowned, Dongfang Ran just caught the place where he was dragged by Sima Jing yesterday, and it was already bruised.

Dongfang Ran thought that Anyang was coughing uncomfortably, but he didn't notice anything unusual. His nervousness made An Yang's heart even more uncomfortable. An Yang looked at Dongfang Ran, his eyes were full of tears, and he wanted to say sorry to him. She couldn't get out of who she was.

She quietly wiped her eyes, and looked past Dongfang Ran to Mingyue, who was about to turn away.

"Mingyue, don't go. There is no shortage of medicinal materials in Jingwangfu, and my illness is that the internal fire is too strong and cannot be replenished. ”

"Internal fire? Why is there an internal fire? A trace of doubt flashed in Dongfang Ran's eyes, "Sima Jing is also sick?" He got the news that both of them were sick.

He seemed to have guessed the answer, and suddenly his heart seemed to be blocked by a big rock, and he panicked.

"King Jing hasn't woken up yet. The girl was sick and made a decoction for him just now! I'm sick like this, and I still have to take care of him. The girl suddenly fell ill and he didn't kill her! Mingyue, who was outspoken, complained dissatisfied.

Dongfang Ran glanced at An Yang, his face full of pain. He didn't want to ask any more, what else didn't he understand? He got up and walked to the window, pushed it open and let the cold wind outside take away the boredom in his heart.

Dongfang Ran wanted to let the wind in like this, but he was afraid that Anyang would freeze, so he had to close the window again.