When An Yang was about to look up to see who it was, her broad palm pressed against the back of her head.

"It's frozen."

The hoarse and low figure came, making An Yang's body tremble emittingly.

"I didn't! I'm going to say goodbye, let me go, let me go! ”

The sick man suddenly screamed in fright, tore through the mist, and stabbed straight into Chang Ruosheng's ear.

"I know."

An Yang's violent reaction made the muscles of Chang Ruosheng's whole body tense, he hugged the struggling An Yang, and roared urgently: "I know everything you say." I don't blame you, you should, you should! ”

But the man in his arms seemed to not hear what he said, and pushed him like crazy, using all his strength.

"I'll be good in the future! Won't see anyone again, no! ”

"I'll be obedient!"

At this moment, Chang Ruosheng clearly felt an indescribable heartache, which overwhelmingly hit him, darkening the scenery in front of him.

The fear of sudden blindness made him open his mouth wide with difficulty.

At the same time, the power of pushing in his arms suddenly disappeared, his heart was hit hard, and he didn't care about being uncomfortable, he picked up An Yang horizontally, and stumbled into the middle palace.

Chang Ruosheng gasped in pain, leaning his back on the thick starwood.

The scenery in front of me has gradually regained its vividness, but all the panic comes from the heart.

Through his fingers, his gaze looked timidly at the bed.

The imperial doctor was treating Anyang, and the man who had fallen into a coma had his cheeks red from the cold.

"I didn't, I'm not ......"

The low voice of pleading could make the veins in his body throb with a throbbing pain.

Obviously, his goal has been achieved, Feng Zhaoyuan retreated knowing the difficulty, and it is impossible to have anything to do with Anyang again.

But why, is he so uncomfortable......

Leaving the middle palace as if escaping, staying in a suffocating environment, he had no way to calm his mind.

The candles in the imperial study burned all night, and Chang Ruosheng sat on the chair in a daze, his eyes red.

In order to get Yuan Chengcheng, he made the right decision.

He...... Never miss out!

When he heard the news that Yang Desheng had awakened from Anyang outside the door, he rushed out of the door almost without thinking.

He didn't want to know why he was so impatient, why he was so anxious, he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't dare to ......

But when he really reached the door, his steps stopped.

Obviously, as long as he takes a step, he can know if Anyang is safe and sound, but ...... All impulses and courage disappeared inexplicably at this moment.

After struggling for a long time, he frowned resignedly, and stepped in with a green face.

He had imagined countless possibilities that An Yang hated him or was afraid of him, but he didn't expect that when he really saw that person, the other party was sitting quietly on the bed, his lowered eyebrows and eyes were calm and serene, as if nothing had happened.

He snatched the medicine from the imperial doctor's hand and squeezed to the side of the bed.

"Are you feeling better?"

He softened his voice as much as he could, blowing the potion from the porcelain spoon.

An Yang nodded slowly, not looking up at him.

A pair of bloodless hands, holding the futon as if to draw warmth from it.

"You fainted yesterday with a cold, and you must have been very uncomfortable. However, the medicine still needs to be drunk. ”

The two sentences slipped out of his mouth, and Chang Ruosheng himself was startled.

Staring at the rich medicinal color in the bowl, he remembered that he had said such things when he was in the prince's mansion with Yuan Chengcheng.