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Quietly opening the gap in the door, Feng Qingyan first looked out, and she saw a person standing at the door of the next room with his back to him, and his figure should be a cousin.

After a while, a person walked out of it, and a faint light came out of the room, reflecting on his face, and Feng Qingyan could see his appearance clearly, it was his brother.

Feng Qingyue was about to explain something to the cousin, but his eyes suddenly glanced at Feng Qingyan's side, Feng Qingyan was startled, and hurriedly hid himself behind the door.

Brother, don't see her!

The clock ticked by, and the night was quiet, quiet enough that she could hear her own heartbeat.

"Don't go and rest, don't look at him." The sound of the wind coming from outside.

"But Childe, no one is watching, what if something happens?" This time it was a puzzled voice.

"He's awake and he's okay now."

"How could I possibly let something happen to my brother-in-law?"

The last sentence deliberately raised the volume, and Feng Qingyan always felt that this was what her brother said to her......

The cousin went into the room, turned off the lights, came out and closed the door, and then left with the wind clearing.

Feng Qingyan quietly looked through the crack in the door, saw their departing backs, and then turned the corner and disappeared.

After making sure that there was no one outside, Feng Qingyan gently opened the door, and the cold wind poured in at once, blowing on her body and making her shiver, but because she was holding a burning lamp in her hand, she still felt a trace of warmth.

When she pushed open the door of the next room, she quickly walked in for fear that the cold wind would blow in and affect the darkness of the night, and then quickly closed the door.

Her movements were very light, and she walked in step by step, trying not to make too much noise, and her eyes fell on the man lying on the bed in front of her.

She walked to the edge of the bed, put the burning lamp in her hand on the table next to her, and then slowly squatted down to look at the man lying on the bed in front of her.

His face was slightly pale, there was not much blood between his lips, and his usual peach blossom eyes were quietly closed at the moment, quiet and peaceful, less unruly.

She raised her hand, and her slender fingertips gently brushed his eyebrows, from top to bottom, through the faint light of the scorching lamp, little by little, tracing his outline.

Suddenly, the man on the bed opened a pair of eyes, and a weak smile bloomed under her fingertips, like a flower that would wither in the next second, and it was the beauty of the flower that she couldn't keep, which made her more desperately afraid of losing.

"Yun Shen ......" She couldn't help but want to cry, her voice choked, but she lowered her head again, not daring to let him see it.

This man, no matter how badly injured, was happy when he saw her, and it was this joy that made her cry and made her unable to hold back the sourness in her nose.

Even if he behaved like an ordinary patient, silent or expressionless when he first woke up, she could accept it, but he was laughing, obviously hurt so badly, but he could still laugh when he saw her.

"Yan'er ......" Ye Yunshen slowly stretched out his hand from the quilt, raised his hand to brush her cheek, and gently wiped her tears with his fingertips, gentle and distressed.

"Are you alright...... That's it. His words were weak and weak, but they inexplicably reassured Feng Qingyan.

"Next time you treat me like this to me, then I'd rather I die of poison than you care."

The more she spoke, the more sad she became, but she didn't dare to really cry out loud, so she could only sobbed quietly.

Seeing Ye Yunshen's appearance, she said that it was false that she was not distressed, this man was above 10,000 people under one person before, and he was the pride of the entire Nanyue country, he had his own uninhibited and unrestrained chic, but since he was with her, he had repeatedly taken risks for her, abandoned everything he had, the power and wealth that belonged to him, and now he was lying on this bed weakly because of her.

She even hoped he wouldn't be so nice to her.

"Na Yan'er, what do you want me to do?" He smiled helplessly: "Do you know, you are my life, if my life is broken, how can I live?" ”

She kept crying and didn't know what to say, so it seemed that she could feel better, but Yeyunshen couldn't stand her tears, and the more she looked at it, the more distressed she became.

"You must be cold when you wear so little, come to my bed, lest you catch a cold again." He lifted a corner of the quilt with his hand and squeezed it himself.

In fact, there are scorching lights, and the temperature in this room is still quite high compared to the outside, at least it won't be cold, and the words of the night clouds are obviously making excuses.

But the thing I love you most in this world is that I know that you are making excuses, but I still cooperate with you stupidly.

Yeyun was deeply injured internally, and there were no wounds on his body, so as soon as Feng Qingyan lay down on his side, he reached out and hugged him without any scruples, his little face rubbing against his strong chest, and tears were stained on his clothes.

Ye Yunshen was helpless, and reached out to cover her with the quilt.

"Yunshen, I love you."

Simple but frivolous and even with a hint of solemnity, the two words fell in Yeyunshen's ears, making him stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he suddenly smiled and said, "Yan'er, I love you too." ”

He lowered his head and slowly dropped a kiss between her foreheads, holding her hands a little tighter.

She buried herself deep in his arms, feeling the breath that belonged to him, so that she could feel at ease.

In the past, she always felt that love was too heavy, she didn't deserve to say, she liked it too frivolous, and it didn't seem to be enough, but now she said this heavy word in person, then she was ready to be determined to accompany him in this life.

May none of us regret it in the future.

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Time flickered, another day passed, Feng Qingyan had been allowed to get out of bed and walk, but Ye Yunshen was not good, his injuries needed to be recuperated.

The demons in the three states of the Netherworld have been raging, and the ghost clan has not been in any danger these days, but I heard that the various immortal cultivation sects seem to be moving again, and no one told Feng Qingyan about the specifics, and they all said that they would let her recuperate first.

Feng Qingyan had no choice but to respond, but he also explained to Nuan Zhi, if there was something, he must tell her.

And that night, in the cell of the Huaizhou City Lord's Mansion, several jailers guarding the prisoners felt sleepy at the same time, and then they couldn't hold back and fell to the ground.

With slow steps, someone quietly walked into the cell, and it was a man dressed in black, with a cloak and a hat, and a black mask on his face, covering himself tightly.

The man was like a ghost, and his steps were obviously not fast, but he could always suddenly appear from the same place not far in front of him, all the way as if he had entered a no-man's land.

A short time later, he stood outside a cell, and the eyes under his mask looked at someone in the cell, who was lying on a haystack with a fairly thick gray quilt with his back to him.

"City Lord Zhao, I know you're still awake."