Coming out of the hut, Qingfeng's words have been haunting Ke's heart. Wholehearted? He stroked the ubiquitous delicate embroidery, and every inch of his fingertips slashed, a faint ache welled up in his heart, and it gradually converged into an irrepressible urgency. Ke waved the horsewhip in his hand, and one person and one rode galloping under the moonlight.

There were more servants in the library than before, and the small courtyard was already full of people, except for Ke's room. Doctor Song also lives here, so it is convenient to take care of Hege nearby.

In Hege's house, several of the attendants were asleep on the table, Ke passed by them, the smoke cleared, and the drowsiness in the room became a little stronger.

The lotus song on the bed is still unconscious, but her face is more pretty. This is an extremely dangerous sign. The extremely beautiful face is a sign that the red vermilion poison penetrates deep into the blood, once it reaches its peak, people will wither and wither in an instant, and it will be difficult to return to the sky.

Ke stretched out his hand and took the pulse of the lotus song, which was already empty. Her body was even weaker than she had imagined, and perhaps it was the injuries she had suffered before she lost her memory that she couldn't even bear such a dose of red vermilion.

Ke picked up Hege and hugged her in his arms. Her body was limp, and her heartbeat was so faint that she could barely feel it.

Ke held the antidote in his hand, once this medicine was taken, at most two or three days, and the person could return to normal. But once she gets better, someone will follow her to find herself. It's not what it used to be, is such a dangerous decision worth it for her?

When it came to the moment, Ke hesitated.

Wholehearted? Qingfeng just told him sincerely. It seems that from childhood to adulthood, he never understood what sincerity was.

In the past, he thought that his father's love for his mother was sincere. They were always so affectionate, they only saw each other in their eyes, and even as their sons, they were often overlooked. My father liked to listen to his mother and concubine play the piano and dance, and they always held banquets in the palace, but the two of them were the only guests. As soon as the father was free, he took his mother out to gallop on horseback, leaving all the chamberlains far away, and the two of them rode together, galloping wantonly. In the palace of the mother, the reward of the father has never been broken. As long as the mother and concubine want, the father will send it. At that time, Ke had secretly made up his mind that in the future, he would also find a lady who was in love with each other, pamper her like his father, take care of her, and give her his heart to her. However, all this collapsed after all, the father and the king were the same ruthless to the mother, to him, to Qingfeng, the same ruthlessness, the same determination, and the same no room for sparing.

Murderous opportunities lurk in the court, but there is no one to protect them anymore. Xuan's mother was the maid of the concubine, and Xuan was also delivered by the concubine herself. They are best friends, but they are also the ultimate enemies. She took advantage of her mother's trust to plot all incidents, framed her mother for colluding with foreign families, seizing military power with bad intentions, and united local wealthy families to put pressure on the royal court and cut off their ties with foreign families. When they were imprisoned, she did not forget to send someone to assassinate the killer, and remembered that the first person he killed was a guard of the inner palace, and his sword was plunged straight into the man's heart, and the man died on the ground before he even had time to shout a word.

Therefore, he really doesn't understand what sincerity is, and he doesn't dare to believe it easily.

He looked at the lotus song in his arms, his face was picturesque, and he was really beautiful. Even if it weren't for the effect of red vermilion, she was a very beautiful woman. This woman likes to laugh, likes to sit and nap under the flowers and trees in the yard, likes to practice calligraphy with her cheeks next to herself, and likes to take care of herself and the library properly. She also cries, on the night of Heming Mountain, she saw that she was injured and cried pear blossom with rain, even if she was so scared that she trembled all over, she had to let go of herself at the most dangerous time and give her up to save her life.

It was a pure coincidence that I met her, but what if there was no her in this world?

The answer to this question is a little uncertain now.

In the past, there was nothing else in my life except calculation and planning, and compared with today, every minute and every second of that day was like suffering. As Qingfeng said, no matter how difficult and far the road is, there are always people waiting for you, thinking of you, and your heart will be stable. Hege is this person. Ke can't remember how many times she sat silently in front of the library by herself waiting for him to come back, how many times she washed her hands and soup for him, and how many times she accompanied him. It turns out that I enjoy getting along with this girl like this, so how can I let her go?

Ke took a deep breath, slowly fed the antidote to Hege, and gently lowered her flat, From now on, you are mine, I hope that the only sincere decision I make in this life will not be wrong. Ke stroked Hege's cheek and pressed a kiss on her forehead.