Baili and Gui sympathized with Ah Rong from the bottom of her heart, the taste of that medicine, she had tasted it before, it was really not good.

But Baili and Gui didn't say it, just sat on the chair brought by Nanning with a cold face, waiting for Ah Rong to wake up.

When Ah Rong woke up, tell her what she saw.

At such times, her heart is extraordinarily calm, as if nothing can make a wave.

Maybe it's because of the countless joys and sorrows in the first half of her life, so her current temperament is so indifferent.

Everyone in the world thinks she is ruthless, but in fact, she just experienced the cruelty of the world early, and her heart has long been numb, but there are always two people who make her unable to forget her identity and position.

One is Yu Ling'er, who gave birth to her and raised her, taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, taught her martial arts, taught her self-preservation, and taught her how to work in scheming.

One is Qingluo, he only taught her how to be good to a person.

Qingluo.

Now it's her husband.

A husband who only knows her.

……

As soon as Ah Rong's consciousness cleared up a little, the heart-devouring pain came from the mouth of her heart, and one after another, it spread to all her limbs, the pain made her break out in a cold sweat, and the moans overflowing from her mouth became intermittent.

I don't know why in my throat and mouth, it's bitter and tight.

Uncomfortable.

She wanted to pass out and not be free from these sins.

But the consciousness was uncontrollable, more and more awake, and the pain in the chest became clearer.

Ah Rong knew that it was inevitable to wake up and bear the pain, so he opened his eyes with great effort, although his eyes were blurry, but he could vaguely see the outline of the person.

"Master......"

Just saying these two words, Ah Rong almost used up his strength, but even so, these two words were almost inaudible.

"Ah Rong, it's good to wake up."

What a fart.

Ah Rong thought.

The pain is dying.

The beads of sweat on Ah Rong's face slid down, and his small face was like ashes.

"Ah Rong, who did you meet today?"

"Thorn... Guest..."

Ah Rong said two words with difficulty.

She originally wanted to say that she saw Yin Jiuqi and Qingluo.

However, if Baili and Gui knew that Qingluo was still alive, with Baili and Gui's temperament, I am afraid that there would be some chaos.

This is the only thing she can think about in her messy brain.

At the mouth of the heart, it seemed that there were thousands of insects gnawing at it, but the consciousness was too clear, and the pain became clearer.

She hated to die.

If it were someone else, he might really die.

But she can't die.

Nowadays, it can be said that life and death cannot be done.

Ah Rong closed his eyes and swallowed his saliva hard, "Red...... Stab... Assassin ......"

Ah Rong only hopes that she is not wrong in her calculations.

Redcoat.

The Qingluo she saw was wearing a red dress.

If Qingluolai hadn't been discovered, Baili and Gui wouldn't have come back so soon.

It was impossible to wake her up in such a hurry.

She naturally knows the ability to return to a hundred miles.

At least, it's far clearer than Ah Ying.

"Is it just an assassin?"

Baili and Gui saw that Ah Rong couldn't hold it anymore, so he raised his hand and knocked Ah Rong unconscious.

And this sentence is Baili and Gui asked to listen to himself.

What is she still looking forward to?

Qingluo is dead.

The assassin, perhaps really, only met Ah Rong by coincidence.

The painting was deliberately sent by the Assassin in an attempt to disturb her mind.

As it turned out, the Assassin's purpose had indeed been achieved.

That painting was enough to make her mind flutter!

"Go and ask Shingo to come."

Baili and Gui Dingding looked at Ah Rong for a while before he came back to his senses and said.

She didn't save people because she couldn't save the people she wanted to save.

……

The moon is gone

In the delicate and spacious room, it is warm and makes people sleepy.

Tang Yunxi leaned on the pillow, with a brocade on his body, sitting on the couch, holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, his eyes swept over the three or two lines of words on it, the handwriting was beautiful, and it was very pleasing to the eye.

It's just that he has read this content no less than ten times, and he has memorized what was written on the paper.