Yan Liwu didn't expect to leave Dingyuan County so soon, although he didn't plan to live here for a long time before, and he was suddenly told that he was going to Anzhou together, which was still a little surprising.

Before leaving, Yan Liwu went to Dingyuan Wangfu to diagnose Wen Mohong, to her delight, Wen Mohong's symptoms recovered better than she expected, under Bi Xiao's unremitting massage exercise, Wen Mohong's fingers that had been disabled for many years were gradually able to move, although they couldn't grasp things yet, at least it was no problem to follow the sound to point in a certain direction.

Perhaps aware of his own changes and giving birth to some hope in his heart, Wen Mohong's face was a little brighter and a little less depressed, and when Yan Liwu left, Wen Mohong's throat slowly improved and squeezed out a few hoarse and strange tones, Bi Xiao said that he was thanking Yan Liwu.

Yan Liwu was full of emotion, she hoped that Wen Mohong could recover his health, walk, talk, and smile like ordinary people, so that he and Bi Xiao could have a beautiful marriage, and from then on they would be happily dependent on each other and grow old, without having to be as adrift as she and unable to find their own home.

"It would be nice if the senior brother could marry her into the door, the two of them are really a match made in heaven."

In order to continue to take care of Wen Mohong, who has improved, Bi Xiao did not go to Anzhou with Wen Moqing, looking at the back of the two leaving side by side, she felt a little anxious, but she also understood that in addition to the two of them first having to tell each other their hearts and go together, they also had to pass the level of King Dingyuan, and even Wen Mohong, who couldn't see and couldn't move but had an unusually sensitive sense of hearing.

With a long sigh and shaking her head, Bi Xiao suddenly felt a touch of warmth on the back of her hand moving slowly, and lowered her head in surprise, it was actually Wen Mohong who stretched out his fingers and laboriously swiped on the back of her hand.

"Mo Hong?" Gasping and turning over her palm, Bi Xiao put her palm close to Wen Mohong's fingertips and tried to stretch it out, and it took a long time to understand what Wen Mohong was drawing on her palm.

That's a "green" word.

The heart of ecstasy is lifted high, and the joy is still there, but it is filled with seven points of anxiety.

"Mo Hong, you...... Do you know who she is? Bi Xiao probed as carefully as she could.

Wen Mohong nodded stiffly.

Yan Liwu and Wen Moqing always couldn't help but quarrel when they were together, Bi Xiao had always been worried that Wen Mohong would think of King Qinglian when he heard Yan Liwu's voice, but he didn't expect that the worry would come true, and Wen Mohong was still aware of it.

Bi Xiao had a palpitation.

Does this prove that Yan Liwu is really the Qinglian King himself? After all, the possibility that two people have the same appearance and voice is really very small.

At the beginning, Wen Moqing considered that if Yan Liwu was really Qinglian King, he would teach Wen Mohong to be emotional, and for the sake of his brother, he gave up the method of using his voice to determine the authenticity of Qinglian Wang, and now, both Wen Moqing and Yan Liwu are unwilling to continue to pursue their identities, even if this kind of thought has not been spoken, both of them are subconsciously avoiding it, yes, and Bi Xiao is also very hesitant to tell Wen Moqing.

The warmth of the palm fell again to wake up Bi Xiao to ponder, only to see Wen Mohong show a strange expression, and write two words in her palm.

No.

Bi Xiao was stunned: "Isn't it?" Are you trying to say that she is not the King of Qinglian? ”

Wen Mohong's expression was hesitant, he nodded and shook his head, as if he was not sure of his mind, and finally he was a little anxious, with a hoarse sound in his throat, shaking his head and writing the last two words.

No, hate.

The years have passed, and the past friends have all started a family, married wives and had children, but Wen Moshu, who should have taken on the responsibility of the family and country as the son of the world, collapsed in the chair and did not see the light of day. Bi Xiao is a sound person, she can't put herself in Wen Mohong's shoes, she can't empathize, and Wen Mohong can't express her thoughts clearly and accurately, so what the simple word "don't hate" means, Bi Xiao can't guess.

It is not the Qinglian King who is the sorrow of the words, so he feels that there is no need to resent? Or did Wen Mohong know that the woman who diagnosed him was the King of Qinglian, but she was also the beloved of her younger brother, so she was willing to give up that bitter hatred? Or has his resentment been exhausted by years of illness, and he no longer has the strength to hate?

There is no way to guess what the answer is, but Bi Xiao clearly understands one thing, that is, Wen Mohong has not given up on life, he is stepping out of the shadows step by step, little by little—otherwise, how could he hold her palm with that weak hand, and how could he show her a smile in the silent and dim room?

Bi Xiao tightly clenched the slightly cool palm, squatted in front of Wen Mohong, who was slumped, and pillowed his head on his lap.

It doesn't matter who is who, who is wrong and who is right, as long as he is alive, her world is a good place.

Yan Liwu and Wen Moqing were in too much of a hurry, and unfortunately missed the joyful and moving scene in the Dingyuan Palace, but despite this, Wen Moqing still complained to Zhong Yue a little irritably and walked a step late, so that when he was about to leave the city gate, he collided with the carriage coming from the imperial capital.

Wen Moqing doesn't like to ride in the carriage, first, she is uncomfortable in it, and secondly, she thinks that the carriage is too slow and delays time. However, he forgot to consider the advantage of the carriage - others could not see who was sitting in the carriage, but the people in the carriage could see the outside clearly through the narrow gap in the window, so when Wen Moshu's shout sounded behind him, Wen Moqing suddenly had an impulse to dismantle the carriage that had just staggered by, and even more wanted to bring a veil to Yan Liwu, or simply hide her in his arms so that others could no longer see her.

Originally, Yan Liwu and the others had missed the carriage that Wen Moshu was riding, and Yan Liwu did not find out who the people in the car were, it was Wen Moshu who inadvertently saw the familiar figure that he thought about day and night, and jumped out of the carriage regardless of some, and shouted hoarsely while running and chasing, so that several people stopped their horses and looked back together.

At that moment, the mixed tastes in my heart were indescribable, and I only felt that my brain exploded with a bang, and I lost my reaction in an instant.

She can force a smile and pretend to be indifferent, she can tell Wen Moqing categorically that she will not return to Wen Moshu's side, and she can keep reminding herself to be decisive and firm again and again, but when the familiar voice resounded in her ears again, when the lingering figure precipitated in her heart appeared again, all the disguises were destroyed and disappeared.

I want to see him, I want to ask him why, I want to tell him how much my heart hurts.

Wen Moshu's health is very bad, and for ordinary people, running in dozens of easy steps is almost fatal to him, and no one has ever seen a dignified son behave so disregarding his image. Fortunately, Yan Liwu stopped in time, turned around, and rushed to Wen Moshu's side when he was exhausted and almost stumbled down, which did not make Wen Moshu the first prince in the history of Dayuan to run to death, nor did it let Yan Liwu's almost unbearable tears come out of his eyes.

Seeing him desperate, her heart hurt more than it was torn.

Feelings are most afraid of meeting, and when they meet, they will be shaken.

Wen Moqing sat upright and looked coldly at the embarrassed Wen Moshu, his eyes swept over the words who were tightly supporting him next to him, and he was a little helpless, Tima approached the two, dropped a light and tasteless sentence and walked away.

"I'll wait for you in front, and if you don't come in half an hour, I'll go by myself."

He hesitated for a moment and nodded stiffly.

Ye Ling Xi originally planned to go to Anzhou with Bi Xiao and Yan Liwu, but at this time, he saw Wen Moshu halfway, and he couldn't grasp Yan Li's worries for a while, sighed "You look at it yourself" and then rode away, not far away.

The itinerary that has been planned has been disrupted due to Wen Moshu's unexpected appearance from the beginning, and Yan Liwu felt guilty about Wen Moqing and Ye Ling Xi, and he lowered his head for a long time without saying a word.

She is the one who wants to escape, there is nothing to say, Wen Moshu can't keep silent, and he can't bear the sweet blood in his mouth and whisper: "Liwu, go back with me, the marriage has been dealt with, and the emperor has no intention of pursuing you." I know I've done something to make you sad, and I'm going to do my best to make amends, and there's many, many things I want to say to you......"

"I also have a lot to say to Your Highness, but not now, not in the palace." Yan Liwu took a deep breath, and when he met Wen Moshu's eyes, there was silence in his eyes, "After leaving the palace, I thought about it a lot, and I understood more and more why Prince Chu had such advice in the first place. It's not that I don't like His Highness, it's just that this liking is different from His Highness's liking for me, and there are too many factors that even I can't pick and choose. I know it's too much, but I really want to go out for a walk, take a break, and wait until I'm calm down to think about the issues that I don't understand yet. ”

Yan Liwu didn't say anything to death, only said that he wanted to leave for a while, as for when he would come back and whether he would come back, all of them were unknown. Wen Moshu wanted to ask further, but he understood the stubbornness of Yan Li, and he didn't want to fight with her stubbornness, which would only hurt both sides.

"It's okay, you have indeed suffered a lot of grievances in the palace during this time, and I was negligent." Wen Moshu smiled slightly, as if inadvertently looking at the direction of Wen Moqing's departure. After a while, Wen Moshu, who was out of breath, was finally able to stand up straight, and his smile was a little brighter but still unnatural: "Although I don't know where you are going to relax, it should be no problem to have a son here, and no one is more suitable to be a good guard than him." If it's convenient, remember to write back, anyway, I'll still be worried if you're not around, okay? ”

Yan Li smiled sadly, nodded slightly, and the faint smile on his slightly pale cheeks was even more difficult than Wen Moshu.

She wanted to tell Wen Moshu that she would not return to the cold palace, but she didn't have that courage, she was afraid to see Wen Moshu's disappointed look, it was a torture that was more painful than stabbing a wound in her heart.

Perhaps, when she becomes stronger, she will have the courage to speak, right?

"Your Highness has to take care of yourself, don't run around like this, you must listen to the words of the senior medical officer and Master Chu, don't work too hard, ...... like this" Yan Li choked suddenly, don't turn your head and take a deep breath, desperately let yourself smile brightly, "Your Highness is safe and sound, so that I can rest assured." ”

If this is the last parting, Yan Li's worries leave Wen Moshu with a smiling face, not tears dried by the wind, just like the image he cast in her heart, always so warm and soft, even in the deepest and coldest night, it can bring a ray of light.

The season has entered summer, and the perennial wind in Dingyuan County has swept the sky, and a few green silks have not fallen, and they are swept into their arms by Wen Moshu's sudden embrace.

The words are really clear, and he whispers softly in his ears, which is so gentle that it is heartbreaking.

"I'll wait for you, no matter how long until I die. Leave the worries, remember what I said, I Wen Moshu will only marry you alone in this life. ”