If the war emperor can't wake up, the country will start to be chaotic.

She wanted to make sure how Zhan Yu's body was now, so she stretched out her hand to probe his pulse, and calmed down to feel his pulse, the pulse was too heavy, and there seemed to be no sign of waking up, and she didn't know what kind of way that fairy Daozi had to rejuvenate herself.

She was about to withdraw her hand, but the man on the bed suddenly became excited.

As if she had a dream, her body struggled on the bed, stretched out her hand and grabbed it indiscriminately, and she screamed in panic, she didn't listen carefully, and the man shouted a few more mournful cries: "Eleven, eleven, eleven......"

One is sadder than the other, and the other is sadder than the other.

She was immediately stunned, forgetting to withdraw her hand, and the man struggled to wave his hands, as if sensing her beside him, and reached out to her, and immediately grabbed her hand before he could take it back.

Grabbing her hand, the man seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, dragged her hand and held her in his arms, rubbing her hand with his own face, closing his eyes, but showing a very satisfied expression on his face.

But in the midst of this satisfaction, there is sorrow.

The man muttered to himself, "Eleven, eleven ......"

His voice was very hoarse, only a little more sad, one by one sounded in Qiuyi's ears, and he was heard to say extremely sadly: "Eleven, don't you blame me, you are finally willing to come back......"

In his sleep, he dreamed that she was back, and he didn't even think he was dreaming, and what he was holding like this was his eleven.

Holding her hand, full of affection.

Qiu Yinong looked at the man's sad face that almost cried, and suddenly didn't know what to say!!

It's like watching a play, and she is not the person in this play at all, she is just watching other people's plays, and the joys and sorrows in it are not her concerns, as long as she keeps a calm mood and watches the play, she can.

At this moment, she is not Zhao Zishi!!

The man didn't get a response, he seemed to be very anxious, and once again he grabbed her hand tightly and said eagerly, "Eleven, you are about to say that you forgive me!" ”

In Zhan Yu's heart, but anything can become a thing of the past, but Zhao Zishi will not become a thing of the past.

He thought that she could be resurrected, and now that it was impossible, he wanted her forgiveness even more.

No one knows, in those midnight dreams, in his dreams, I don't know how many times I had dreams about Zhao Zishi, but every time, it was bloody and desperate, she always looked at him and told him that she hated him so much!!

So over the years, his despair has been very deep.

He is a high emperor, everyone can see his brilliance and his majesty, but few people will care about what he wants, his mood, what it looks like.

Emperor, born lonely!!

Autumn is as thick as a fish in the throat, I feel that there are thousands of sharp arrows inserted into the chest, I feel disgusting and sad, in a very old sentence, if you know today, why bother in the beginning!!

No matter what the reason, it cannot be forgiven!!

"No, I won't forgive you!!"

She leaned down and spoke clearly in his ear, almost gritting her teeth, coming out of her chest with heart-rending hatred.