Seeing that he didn't answer, she yelled at him even more hysterically: "Are you sympathetic to me? Sympathize with me being dumped by a man? Sympathize with me being taken advantage of by my loved ones? Or sympathize with me now that I have nothing? So you're here to pity me? Is that right? ”

Nancheng Xun's face was also wet with rain, squinting his eyes and shaking his head, a bitter smile on his lips.

A trace of panic flashed through the eyes of the "...... of the Ink Palace", and he finally couldn't help but whisper in his throat.

How could he be sympathetic?

He was distressed.

She hurts, and he hurts, maybe more than her.

He has never been interested in any woman, he has never been moved, so worried, anxious.

I don't even want to look at it.

She was the only one who was genuinely in love, a long, long time ago.

It's just that she didn't know, they had already met, and they were destined for a long time.

If he had known her identity earlier, he wouldn't have let her suffer.

Seeing the grim smile on his lips and the flickering complex light in his black eyes, Mo Gongyin only felt dazzling, approached him, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "You're also laughing at me, aren't you?" Laugh at me for being stupid, laugh at me for being stupid, don't you? Have I loved him for so many years? Like him for so many years? But he kept lying to me, and he married another woman behind my back. It's not stupid, it's not stupid. ”

It's not so much that she's yelling at him, it's more like yelling at herself.

Because there had never been a moment when she was so awake.

"......." Nancheng smoked his eyes, let the rain jump into his eyes, in his mouth, in his ears, quietly listening to her cry.

Only by letting her roar out and say the pain that has settled in her heart will she be relieved.

Mo Gongyin hugged her gradually cooling body tightly as she spoke, stepped on the puddle on the ground with soft feet, scurrying step by step, splashing a string of rain columns, until finally, she slowly squatted down and murmured in pain: "I always thought that as long as I could persist in living for seven years and obediently be a captive proton, I would be able to appear in front of people in front of people in seven years, and I would no longer have to hide in Tibet." ”

"But the result? I was just my father's hidden tool for killing people in a foreign land. I finally understood that I had been unable to figure out the problem that I had been figuring out. Why am I afraid of thunder, why am I becoming like a devil when I am most vulnerable, it turns out that it is all thanks to him, he is really my good father! ”

Nancheng Xun lowered his eyes and looked at her muttering, looking in pain, his heart clenched and followed the pain, he stepped forward, squatted down and stretched out his hand to stabilize her trembling shoulders.

The arm was already drenched in the rain, and the flesh that had begun to be whipped was broken again, oozing bright red blood and staining the bandage.

His hand stroked gently, blood running down his white fingers.

Furrowed his eyebrows, leaned closer, gently hugged her into his arms, and whispered softly: "I will not imprison you, you are no longer a proton, and you will not become the devil's ......."

When she heard Nan Chengxun's words, her heart suddenly shook, and her body was a little stiff, so she let him hold it, silently, without struggling, without resisting, just letting him hold it.

The vague and irritable consciousness in his brain also suddenly woke up a little in an instant.

After yelling for a long time, my throat was very sore, and the rain was so drenched that there was not an inch of dry place on my body.

With a dizzy brain, she propped up her head, slowly raised her head to look at him, and blinked, but the rain instantly flooded her eyes again.

"Mo Palace, these are all in the past. All the truth, unbearable, the conspiracy no longer exists, you are just Mo Gong Ling now, no longer Mo Gong Yin, you don't have to carry so much. Nancheng Xun picked up her face in her arms, and she stared at him with red eyes, not for a moment, and she didn't know whether it was rain or tears, and she had already made a mess.

He only felt as if there were countless hands scratching his heart, and he raised his hand and gently wiped the water stains on her face with his fingertips.

He has always been a very calm and introverted person, but for her, he will always lose control of his emotions and heartache.

What he said did not cause a ripple in her eyes or heart. She was indifferent, and her lifeless breath suffocated his heart.

If she said too much, she wouldn't care, and after a while, he suddenly remembered something, and said in a low voice: "We still have a lot of things to do, didn't you promise the Emperor of the Northern Kingdom to personally save Bei Nianchen?" Aren't you saved? Didn't you say he was your brother? Have you forgotten? ”

"Bei Nianchen?" Mo Gongyin was stunned when he heard this, and remembered the sunny man.

How could she have forgotten that she was going to save him.

But now she is going to save her?

Nancheng Xun heard her response, his face was happy, and he helped her to stand up slowly, "That's right?" Are you not going to save your brother? It doesn't matter if you are poisoned, I will find a way to find an antidote for you and give you a solution. However, he is still waiting for you to save him, can I accompany you to save him? ”

Thinking that the rain continued like this, her body couldn't stand it even more.

Mo Gongyin looked at him in a daze, a little trance, a weak voice, and asked softly: "Why.... You're going to be so nice to me? ”

Nan Chengxun did not hesitate at all, and directly said those heavy words: "Because I love you." His eyes burned and his tone was firm.

It's as if this love has been born a long, long time ago, and now it has taken root and sprouted, and if he really wants to pull it out, he will die of pain.

Because I love you.

Because I love you.

These five words echoed in her ears deeply.

It seemed to be like a warm light, shining on her cold body, and a trace of warmth flowed into her heart.

Suddenly, his shoulders were pressed tightly again, and he said: "I believe that these things will pass, without Long Fei and me, without Mo and Nanjing, without my father, and the Emperor Taishang, have you forgotten?" He's special to you, and I'm sure he'll like you. ”

Mo Gong Yinmu blinked, listening to his words, it was like an auditory hallucination, like a dream, it was so unreal.

"Let's go and save Bei Nianchen together, okay?" Nancheng Xun softly soothed, coaxed, and hugged her in his arms, wanting to give her a trace of warmth.

She wanted to say yes! But I couldn't open my mouth, and I felt so cold.

"Ink Palace..... Promise me, will you live well? Don't torture yourself anymore, there are so many scars on your body that I feel very distressed to see, and my eyes are red every time I change clothes. It's the first time I've shed tears for a woman, and that woman is you. ”

Mo Gongyin only felt a chill on her back, sour tears, helpless, lonely leaning on his arms, clinging to his chest, only this chest still did not abandon her.

But she, her ruined body, didn't deserve to have it at all......

"Nancheng smoked ......" she pursed her lips, opened her mouth with difficulty, and whispered: "But I ........... I.... Absolutely ..... "Yu", the last word is not finished.

He suddenly lowered his head and sealed her cold lips, those two words were too heavy.

He didn't allow her to say it, never to say it.

Mo Gongyin's heartbeat stagnated, and he completely forgot to react, so he froze in his arms in a daze, unable to move.

His kiss was hot and jerky, with some predation, with some urgency, and as if he had endured it for a long time, he ravaged her lips fiercely.

Squeezing, grinding, sucking......

It seemed that he wanted to swallow her pain together, so that he could share all her pain.

It wasn't until she felt her lips about to be roughly squeezed and cracked that he finally let go of her slowly, his eyes dark and his breath slightly heavy.

All her breath was taken away by him, and she slowly knocked her eyes, her consciousness gradually dissipated, and her body went limp, and she fell into his arms.

Nancheng Xun hugged her tightly, frowned and lowered his eyes, staring at her pale, gently brushing her messy and wet hair, gently caressing her cold cheeks, with a deep pain in his eyes, pursed his lips, and whispered in her ear in pain: "Even if you really can't detoxify and can't conceive a child, I won't let go, I only need you alone in this life." ”

When the words fell, he grabbed her by the waist and picked her up horizontally and returned to the original way.

In the farm, the old couple waited outside the door for a long time, and it took a long time to see Nancheng Xun coming back with Mo Gongyin in the rain, and when they came back safely, they were also relieved, and each found a clean dress for them.

The old woman also boiled all the hot water, and waited for them to come back to wash and warm herself.

In the house, Nancheng Xun carried the unconscious Mo Gongyin into a hot water barrel, warmed her up with his own hands, changed her clothes, treated the wounds on her arms and throat, and only after everything was done did he go to change his clothes.

All night, he lay quietly next to her, quietly hugging her and sleeping all night.

In the early morning, the heavy rain outside had stopped.

It's just that the damp and heavy breath after the rain still can't be dissipated for so long.

In the house, when Mo Gongyin woke up, he was weak and had a splitting headache.

At this time, the old woman happened to push the door with a bowl of ginger soup and walked in, and when she saw that she was also awake, she couldn't help laughing and said, "You kid was really tossed last night!" It's a terrible torture for that person in your family. As he spoke, he handed her the steaming ginger soup.

The guy in her house?

Mo Gongyin was stunned, his mind was chaotic, a little blurry, and he sat up with far-fetched support, took the ginger soup, and drank it slowly.

She had no memory of what had happened last night, and she had no memory of it.

Let's drink too much!

"The mother-in-law thinks that the quarrel between the two is the head of the bed and the end of the bed. You two! No matter how you look at it, it feels like a good match, like a natural pair, a pair destined to be together. The old woman sat on the edge of the bed, looking sideways at her slightly pale face, beautiful and enchanting, no matter how she looked like a fairy, she sighed in her heart, pursed her lips and smiled, "And you are a person who is thorough and considerate to you, and your mother-in-law's vision is very accurate, he is really good to you, child!" You have to know how to cherish it! ”

This child is thin and weak, she has never seen her smile since she came here yesterday, her cold and arrogant personality, and the sadness rippling in her eyes, make her old woman look a little sad.

Mo Gongyin drank all the spicy ginger soup, and listened to the old woman's words, he couldn't help frowning, but he didn't understand much.

When the old woman saw that she had finished drinking, she got up and looked at her while cleaning up the soup bowl, and saw that she was muffled, and felt that she was angry, so she couldn't help asking, "Child, how old are you?" ”

Mo Gongyin raised his hand and rubbed his dry eyes, and replied casually: "Sixteen, seventeen years old."