In fact, it is strange to say that precocious children are gifted and intelligent, and they are more intelligent than demons, but they are born with all kinds of diseases, even if they occasionally have individual health, but their hearts are higher than the sky, and their lives are thinner than paper. The fate of Zhiduo near the demon is usually to exhaust the energy and die, which seems to be the innate fate of all precocious children.

The daughter was both lucky and unlucky, fortunately she was a woman, she did not need to worry too much about the family business, and she also had a good brother with a successful career, who took very gentle care of her only sister, and pampered her, and her parents and relatives were also meticulous, and they pampered her with warm care.

Unfortunately, the headaches she was born with were frustrating at every attack, and although the family had spent a lot of money to purchase sedative painkillers to relieve it, it was only delaying the condition. There is no cure for that kind of headache, and there is no cause and root cause, so many authoritative doctors at home and abroad are helpless, and can only prescribe some painkillers and sedatives to relieve the pain of patients.

The woman in the wedding hall is undoubtedly the happiest and most beautiful, but it is a pity that the daughter does not have that blessing, although she grew up peacefully under the pampering care of her parents and relatives, but the defects deeply imprinted in her bones by God still cruelly and ruthlessly took her life.

As God's favored darling, the ultimate fate of the children is to return to their origins.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Since the early death of the children born in Xuan City one after another, all the noble families are terrified of the so-called 'blessing of the Shade Family'. They admit that the precocious child does bring good luck and prosperity to the family, but at the cost of consuming the trajectory of life bit by bit.

The rules in the family are quite strict, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is red tape. In order to avoid fierce and cruel property battles between sons-in-law and concubines, that is, so-called illegitimate children, all famous and multiplying families will prohibit the bloodline from striking.

Therefore, the noble brilliance of the family is not without reason, but all the prestige is very heavy, from the long history of the Zhong Ming Ding Food House gradually evolved into today's family family, are as always, adhering to the family style is the real way to prosperity.

Therefore, the lineage of the family can only be born by the lady of the main family who is upright and upright, and the lady who marries back from the beautiful scenery.

The lineage of the family is not prosperous, and although the precocious child can shed the shadow and shine on the blessings of the whole family, the price paid for this is too cruel and heavy. If the lineage dies early or too early, it will be more difficult for future offspring to reproduce.

For the talented but thinner than paper of the early Hui lineage, the clansmen in the family are sad and fearful. If the price of a prosperous family requires the sacrifice of an excellent lineage, then after the bloodline withers, the glorious family will still fall apart and gradually decline.

The people of the side branches rarely have children with extraordinary talents, and naturally they cannot be compared with the well-bred and gifted lineage. Besides, even if it is a side branch, it is still a relative with the lineage who is implicated by blood, watching the outstanding children in the family gradually die out, which clansman will feel better?

In the final analysis, it is not so much that the precocious child is 'a blessing that shelters the whole family', but rather that it is 'a tool to sacrifice the whole family with his life'.

Now Nan Zheng stared at Yun Luan, the woman's beautiful and flawless side face lines were soft and graceful, but Yun Luan after closing her eyes and resting was obviously too worried, and she couldn't calm down when she closed her eyes and rested, so the hanging butterfly wings trembled gently, swaying in the pale gold light with a confused dark silhouette.

Recalling the excellent bloodlines that died early and died early, Nanzheng's eyes dimmed. Yun Luan's current appearance looks too tired and haggard, not to mention that as a descendant of early wisdom, she must not work too hard, otherwise she will only gradually consume her mental strength until she decays and dies.

It is difficult to raise and retain the child of early wisdom, Nan Zheng stared at Yun Luan and showed a deeply tired face, only to feel as if his heart was repeatedly torn and rubbed by an invisible hand. He really wanted to admonish some Yunluan, but he felt that he didn't have that qualification...... The qualification to be able to get close to Yunluan.

The butterfly-like gorgeous long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Yun Luan closed her eyes and suddenly whispered: "Headache ......" Then her expression was quite painful, and she raised her arm and rubbed the position of her temples a little impatiently.

"Does it hurt? Dr. Nan, what is Miss Yun's headache ......? When Nan Zheng heard this, he suddenly felt his heart being pinched up, and then hung high in the air. He stood up and looked down at Yun Luan's painful frowning eyebrows, and looked at Nan Mo who was standing beside him anxiously.

Vaguely, he had a hunch that Yun Luan's headache was the intractable illness that the young lady suffered from back then. At first, the symptoms of headache can be tolerated by gritting your teeth, but as time goes by, the pain becomes more and more intense and unbearable with each episode.

In response to Nan Zheng's inquiry, Nan Mo just raised his index finger expressionlessly, and then stood in the middle of his lips.

Hush---

It's a well-known, but unspoken, secret.

Seeing Nan Mo's gestures and gradually darkening eyes, Nan Zheng only felt that his heart was instantly cold. He lowered his eyes to look at Yun Luan, who was lying on his back on the leather chair and frowning because of the pain, gritting his teeth and enduring it, facing for the first time the torture and suffering that the precocious child was born with.

"It hurts, it hurts...... Don't give me medicine yet, don't give me medicine yet......" The intense and unbearable pain swept through Yun Luan's mind one after another like a wave, she closed her eyes tightly, and while stubbornly enduring the severe pain, she held Nan Mo's hand tightly with her intuition.

The face as warm as jade was against the light, as if the jade white rice paper was impregnated with a layer of light ink. Nan Mo's eyes trembled slightly, and he held Yun Luan's soft hand that was holding his fingers: "Yun Luan, I can promise you this time, but next time...... I'm not going to let you temper your willpower anymore. ”

Before the words fell, Nan Mo turned his face and raised his eyes to look out the window, and a tear slipped down quickly and silently.

Yun Luan gritted her teeth and endured the attack of severe pain, she barely opened a gap in her beautiful eyes after a wave of pain swept away, and after a groggy glance at Nan Zheng and Nan Mo on her side, she whispered intermittently: "Hmm...... Wait for the pain to pass, and then give it to me...... Give me the medicine. ”

Nan Mo didn't say anything more when he heard this, but carefully grasped Yun Luan's soft cana, which was gradually cold because of the pain, and quietly warmed it with his body temperature.

Why didn't you give her analgesics, but promised her to use them at the end? Nan Zheng clenched the hands that fell to his sides, and looked at Nan Mo's backlit and slightly dim side face with an unkind and questioning gaze.

At this moment, he hated himself so much that he was powerless now.

Sensing Nan Zheng's unkind gaze that hid anger and doubts, Nan Mo turned his head, picked up an empty medicine bottle from the table with a neat movement, and then threw it at Nan Zheng lightly. After Nan Zheng accurately took the empty medicine bottle thrown at him, he lowered his eyes and carefully browsed the label instructions attached to the bottle.

His gaze stayed for a long time under the column of side effects, this bottle of medicine is used to calm the pain relieve, because the content of pain relief is too large, it will have a lot of burden and side effects on the human kidneys, so the above doctor's instructions are specially marked not to take it too frequently and in large amounts.

Now the empty medicine bottle in Nan Zheng's hand has a standard specification of 150 pills, and only two pills can be taken when the pain attacks, which means that Yun Luan's headache symptoms have been intermittently more than seventy times, and this calculation result is only the dosage of one bottle of medicine, and does not represent all the remaining empty medicine bottles.

Just a bottle of medicine means that Yun Luan's headache has been attacked more than 70 times, and each attack will produce severe pain, which is unbearable, how has Yun Luan endured all these years?

Nan Zheng clenched the empty medicine bottle in his palm tightly, and stared at Yun Luan, who was suffering with reddish eyes. I saw Yun Luan's slender and tall figure curled up into a shrimp at this moment, curled up tightly in the wide and soft leather chair like a wounded little beast, and the bones on his back were highlighted through the thin clothes one by one, looking very thin and thin.

Which of the daughters in Xuan City is not round and jade, plump and healthy? Yun Luan, as the supreme and noble eldest lady of the Yun clan, was so thin and thin because of the torture of illness.

Wisps of soft breeze gently brushed Yunluan's black hair along the open window, and the ink hair scattered outside the braid was messy and lingering. Nan Zheng clenched the empty medicine bottle in his palm, trembling and stretched out his other arm to hold Yun Luan's wrist that was anxiously rubbing his temple.

When he had a splitting headache, he pressed his temples anxiously and hard, which only aggravated the pain more and more, Nan Zheng pursed his thin pale lips and gripped Yun Luan's wrist with one hand to prevent the other party from continuing to rub his temples.

Fortunately, Yunluan did not resist, and she was confused by the pain, and she curled up in the leather chair weakly and painfully, one wrist was firmly held in the palm of Nan Zheng's palm. In a daze, Yun Luan suddenly felt that Nan Zheng's palm was very warm, and the warm feeling made her hand, which was cold because of the pain, gradually warm up.

Yun Luan subconsciously withdrew his other hand from Nan Mo's palm, and then looked at Nan Zheng with a slightly distracted gaze, and gently placed the other cold soft wattle on the back of Nan Zheng's wide hand.

Nan Mo stared down at his empty palm, hooked his lips and smiled mockingly.

She --- not her own after all.

The delicate and moist touch soaked in Nan Zheng's flesh and blood through the skin on the back of his hand, and he watched Yun Luan's movements a little dazed, only to feel that his mind was instantly chaotic. As if sensing that the source of warmth under his hands was a little stiff, Yun Luan pursed his lips dissatisfied, and then stuffed his hand into Nan Zheng's palm.

Her movements are simple and straightforward, and she exudes a delicate and lovely charm. Nan Zheng subconsciously held Yun Luan's cold soft water, and the palm that could only be regarded as warm was under Yun Luan's skin, and it gradually became hot.

Nan Zheng, who had a light red spread on the tips of his ears, was a little helpless and held the soft wattle in his palm, and Yun Luan was tantamount to a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water in his heart. But such an unattainable existence, today he will take the initiative to put his hand in his palm.

Just as Nan Zheng's thoughts were chaotic, Nan Mo unceremoniously smashed all kinds of delusions in his mind: "Miss Yun will be cold when she has a headache, so why don't you hold her hands, instead of standing there and thinking nonsense, why don't you quickly cover the other hand?" ”

Nan Zheng frowned in astonishment when he heard this, it turned out that it was because he felt cold, so he took the initiative to put his hands in his palms? He stared at Yun Luan's pale and haggard face, and the pity in his heart became deeper and deeper, although he was just greedy for his body temperature, but to have this moment today, this life is enough.

Thinking about this, Nan Zheng sat on the stool on the side, and his broad palm completely wrapped the softness of Yunluan in the warm and gradually hot palm. Yun Luan curled up quietly in the leather chair, while she endured the wave of pain, Nan Zheng was also suffering in her heart.

Worries, fears, anxiety, restlessness, irritability, and other emotions come one after another.

Recalling the fate of the young lady who died early because of brain death and Fanghua in the end, Nan Zheng's gaze became darker and darker, and the woman in front of her was undoubtedly bright and dazzling, she had too much preference from God, but she also suffered a lot of unforgettable pain.

Nan Zheng extremely didn't want Yun Luan to end up with such a fate of Fang Hua's early death, but he didn't know how to save Yun Luan's fading life. The feeling of being heartfelt but powerless really disgusted and frightened, and he held Yunluan's cold soft water tightly, for fear that the person in front of him would suddenly disappear after letting go of his hand.

Fate, fate, fucking fate!

Junyi's extraordinary face was impregnated with the same painful look as Yun Luan, Nan Zheng hated himself who was powerless now, knowing that Yun Luan's illness was the same as that of the person who died young, but he had no way to solve it.

The first heartbeat in my life was because of Yunluan.

I fell in love at first sight for the first time in my life because of Yunluan.

The first pain and confusion in my life was also because of Yunluan.

Countless firsts were all because of Yun Luan, but the woman in front of him didn't seem to have enough life to be by her side. Every time Nan Zheng thought of this, he felt a heart-rending pain in his chest, and his whole heart felt soreness due to the intricate emotions such as worry and panic.

Nan Zheng's gaze stayed on Yun Luan's pale and haggard face for a long time, although he was haggard and tired, Yun Luan was still beautiful and dazzling, and his gorgeous and unparalleled face was enough to make people feel thrilled at just one glance.

It's an extremely offensive aesthetic.

The beauty of the legendary disaster to the country and the people is probably nothing more than that.

But what Nanzheng prefers is not Yun Luan's beauty, no matter how beautiful the country is, the beauty that brings disaster to the country and the people, and makes the world chase after the beauty, in his eyes, it is just a pink skeleton. The face will gradually change with the passage of time, but the inner soul and the elegance engraved in the bones will remain forever.

He loves Yunluan, who is arrogant and lonely, but he still retains a kind and soft heart.

On the battlefield of the free fighting competition, Yun Luan obviously had countless opportunities to defeat Li Jie who was in a state of rage with serious injuries, but in order to avoid hurting Li Jie, Yun Luan finally chose to fight a war of attrition, and in order to avoid accidentally injuring Li Jie, she would be injured by Li Jie many times.

Although there are some minor injuries and collisions that are not light or serious, those are all based on Yun Luan's extraordinary strength, if she makes a slight mistake, then Li Jie will inevitably seriously injure Yun Luan. What's more, Li Jie, who fell into a rage, had no reason and mercy, and in the face of another bloodthirsty and violent Li Jie, Yun Luan still chose to avoid it.

Maybe others don't understand what Yun Luan did, but Nanzheng does.

Yun Luan didn't like to see bloodshed and injuries, so she chose to abandon the extremely gorgeous, but also extremely dangerous black and gold blood-tendon whip. The ornate long whip made of precious and rare blood tendons was so powerful that a single whip could make a person's wound visible to the bone.

As the eldest son born in a prestigious family, Nan Zheng can be said to be well-informed, such a precious and gorgeous long whip may not be known to others about its value and power, only when it is a delicate and luxurious ornament, but Nan Zheng clearly knows the power contained in the long whip.

Yun Luan chose to give up and avoid, rather than control and harm.

The soft and flowing ribbon is a pleasing ornament, but in Yun Luan's hands, it can be turned into a sharp weapon in an instant, and it can also be stretched and contracted freely, coming and going freely. Nan Zheng knew in his heart that this was the power brought by cultivating the inner kung fu, but Yun Luan did not rely on his extraordinary strength, but wantonly suppressed him and Li Jie.

Instead, she chose to avoid and point.

The sharp ribbon after injecting internal force is just a deterrent, most of the time Yun Luan controls the ribbon in his hand to fight with Nan Zheng and Li Jie, and does not hurt them with the sharp ribbon, but chooses to simply control and entangle to tie up their attacks.

Although Yun Luan didn't say anything, it didn't mean that Nan Zheng didn't know anything.

The queen, who is beautiful on the surface but cold and arrogant, is actually not as inaccessible as it seems on the surface, as if it is as far away as a cloud and a mountain cliff.

This is a pure heart that is arrogant and lonely on the surface, but in fact it is still soft and kind on the inside.

It is like a hibiscus that breaks through the water, and it is also like a flower tree standing in the snow.