"Ling'er, do you know what you're doing?" Empress Jing glanced at Bai Yi and said hurriedly.

"The Xiao army has been defeated. I, Bai Ling, will not allow anyone to hurt her again. Bai Ling looked directly at Bai Yidao, and finally glanced at the scarred person in his arms, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Rushing out of the execution ground like a fly, Bai Ling carried her around the magnificent and complex palace.

But at this moment, the person in his arms suddenly murmured indistinctly:

"How's he doing······"

Bai Ling's heart trembled, and immediately sank, but he tried to reply gently:

"I didn't kill it."

Hearing this, Ling Ran couldn't help but shudder, and turned his face away.

A warm tear hit the back of Bai Ling's hand.

Bai Ling's body trembled, and then stopped, and no emotion could be heard in the low voice:

"Cry and cry. But the wounds on your body are very serious. I'll take you to heal first. ”

“······ No. I want to go back. Ling Ran sobbed quietly and said.

After coping with and enduring all kinds of things in this foreign country for a long time, she has long been physically and mentally exhausted······

"Actually, you can make this your home." Bai Ling looked down at her, something flickering in her eyes.

But Ling Ran didn't answer, just kept looking outside, pursed his lips, and let the tears overflow and crisscross his face.

After a long time, he spoke again:

"How did he die?"

It's him again······ So what is it that he has rescued her from the execution ground now?

Bai Ling's heart turned up again with layers of coldness, but he still replied as calmly as possible:

"Your husband was shot down by an arrow from Qingjiang Cliff. Although life and death are uncertain, they are also dead. ”

However, before he finished speaking, he felt a wet coolness coming from the back of his hand.

He looked down at Ling Ran's teary-eyed face, he thought he would be angry, but he didn't want to, seeing her so uncomfortable, his heart suddenly hurt, and even the tip of his nose was slightly sour:

"Don't cry," he held Ling Ran's hand that was already starting to ache, but he held on to that strength, moved the back of the hand closest to her face, and wiped away the tears on her face, "Your husband may have a great life, but it is not necessary that he is still alive." ”

Ling Ran held back a sob, and suddenly turned his head to him:

"Really?"

Bai Ling looked at the glittering light in her eyes, and only felt that it was the gold in the world, so he nodded at her very firmly:

"Well, so you have to get better, too."

"Hmm." Ling Ran tried to lift his aching arm, and also wiped away his tears, and suddenly despised himself a little, when did he urinate so much.

Bai Ling saw that her mood was gradually stabilizing, so she continued to move forward.

When he reached the end of the line, he looked down, but saw that Ling Ran was already asleep, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and there were scattered fog vapors hanging faintly.

He just held her in his hands, stopped, and quietly admired her sleeping face.

How I wish that time would be frozen in this moment······

Once upon a time, he stood in front of her bed, quietly listening to her breathing.

But if he had known that she would be hurt like this today, and if he had known that she had already fallen in love with that person, would he still make the same choice and leave her in that distant Xuanwang Mansion······?

The candlelight on the wall flickered gently, and he stared down at her face, forgetting the soreness on his arms, forgetting to return to the palace, only to feel that even the air was sweet now, and he was unwilling to break such a tranquility for a long time, and he was unwilling to let go of her for a long time.

In the end, perhaps feeling a trace of the coldness of the evening breeze, afraid that the people in her hands would catch a cold, Bai Ling gently put her on the only bed in the room, covered her with a quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and went to move a pile of firewood, lit it by the fire of the wall candle, and finally glanced at the figure on the bed and left.

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When Ling Ran woke up again, it was night.

After looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, which seemed to be seen somewhere, she jerked open the quilt and sat up.

Unexpectedly, this force pulled the wound, and these pinprick pains all reminded her that everything that happened yesterday was true.

So he······

A sour sensation surged up, moistening her eyes.

No, she had to believe that he was still alive······ The mind conquers all.

Thinking of this, Ling Ran wiped away the tears that were about to fall and got out of bed.

Gray and black walls, dim light, simple wall candles.

Ling Ran silently looked around, there was no other ······ here except the bed

Even the door, which did not look like a bedroom door, was not a complete board, but had been dug vertically with several long slits of varying widths.

Where the hell is this? Where did Bai Ling put her? Is it to protect her?

Ling Ran carefully looked at everything around him, only to feel that the air here had a familiar coldness,—— that even firewood could not completely dispel the coldness.

"Hey——! Anyone? She shouted at the top of her voice.

but they only hear their own echoes.

Ling Ran frowned, and was about to get out of bed, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a delicate vial next to the bed······

But even the patterns on the bottle are so familiar.

A certain string in the depths of his memories suddenly pulled, and Ling Ran was shocked, so he picked up the bottle and turned it upside down······

Looking at the pattern at the bottom of the bottle, which didn't look like a word, she suddenly understood everything.

It's Bai Ling.

A few days ago, after she experienced the fire, it was also Bai Ling who placed an identical medicine bottle on her bedside table.

Ling Ran's heart warmed slightly, but at the same time, she was a little helpless, she had already seen the intentions of this son, how could she be too small, and it would be difficult to tolerate others.