After the ram Diao Diao left the Heart Cultivation Palace, he came to Ziwei Pavilion at a slow speed. Huang Lian followed, like a quiet shadow.

The ram Diao Diao stood under the moon, his emaciated body like a butterfly resting on the petals, beautiful and pure, but also thin. He looked at the sea of flowers in a courtyard, listening to the sound of the water flowing, and his heart, which should have been quiet and peaceful, was flooded with a lot of waves.

After standing quietly for a long time, he finally couldn't help but get closer and walked into the Ziwei Pavilion.

The lights and shadows in the Ziwei Pavilion are dark, and the palace maids are busy in an orderly manner, and the pretty figures are shuttling in the light and shadow, with an unreal sense of beauty.

When the palace maids saw the ram Diao, they immediately bent their knees and saluted, saying: "The eighth prince." ”

The ram Diao said lightly: "Get up." Then he walked in the direction of the main house.

The palace ladies look at me, I look at you, but no one comes out to stop you. Occasionally, there was a whisper, and he was also admiring the Eighth Prince for being as good-looking as a heavenly immortal, as for whether it was appropriate for him to appear in Ziwei Pavilion so late, these smart palace maids would not ask.

The ram Diao Diao came all the way to the main house, pushed open the door, and saw Tang Jiaren holding a fried pigeon dangling in front of Tang Buxiu's nose, trying to wake people up.

Ram Diao couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

Tang Jiaren's eyes moved, she looked back at the ram Diao Diao, and asked in a stranger's tone: "The eighth prince is here, I don't know what you are doing?" ”

The ram Diao Diao walked into the house and closed the door, and Huang Lian naturally guarded the door, not letting anyone approach.

Ram Diao Diao walked towards Tang Jiaren, one step, two steps, three steps......

Tang Jiaren straightened her back, with a hint of imperceptible defense, and blocked in front of Tang Buxiu's bed, guessing in her heart what he was going to say and do.

Ram Diao Diao felt a pain in his heart, stood still in front of Tang Jiaren, and with a trace of grievance, he said, "I'm hungry." ”

Tang Jiaren was almost fully armed, but he didn't expect that the ram Diao Diao would say such a sentence when he opened his mouth. Tang Jiaren pinched the fried pigeon and asked unnaturally: "This, do you want to eat it?" ”

The ram nodded Diao.

Tang Jiaren handed the pigeon to the ram Diao Diao, but he did not stretch out his hand, but bent down, took a bite of meat from Tang Jiaren's hand, chewed and swallowed, showed a satisfied look, opened his mouth, and said, "I want to." ”

Tang Jiaren directly stuffed the pigeon into his mouth and said, "Eat it yourself!" ”

Ram Diao Diao saw that Tang Jiaren was finally willing to lose his temper, and his heart, which had been lifting, began to slowly let go. He took off the pigeon that had bitten into his mouth, tore off a leg and put it in his mouth to chew, and asked in a muffled voice: "Angry with me?" ”

Tang Jiaren nodded and said bluntly: "I am angry with the ram Diao, but I don't dare to be angry with the eighth prince." ”

Ram Diao Diao said: "Whether it is Ram Diao Diao or the Eighth Prince, you can be angry with him, but you must ignore him." ”

Tang Jiaren said unhappily: "It's you who have been ignoring me!" ”

The ram Diao Diao smiled brightly at Tang Jiaren and said, "I'm also afraid that you will ignore me."

Tang Jiaren felt that all his anger seemed to be smashed into the cotton at once, and it was difficult to get up again and stand up again. She simply sat on the edge of the bed and said, "You're really bad!" It's so deeply hidden, and there's no clue at all. ”

The ram Diao Diao also sat on the edge of the bed, smiled, and said, "Beauty, this is just a story, whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with the ending." ”

Tang Jiaren felt more and more that the eighth prince in front of him was mysterious and unpredictable, and it was not the same as the simple ram Diao Diao at the beginning. Tang Jiaren had the heart to say a few words about her feelings, but she felt that it was useless to say more. The change of people may be because of a certain thing or a certain person, but it is definitely not something that can be changed or corrected in a few words. She thinks that the ram Diao Diao in the past has a pure heart, but in addition to Garriga, she and the ram Diao Diao have only been together for a year. For the rest of the time, she didn't know what the ram Diao was doing, thinking, or doing.

Perhaps, it is not the ram Diao Diao who has become the eighth prince, but the emotions of the eighth prince include a ram Diao Diao.

Tang Jiaren felt that she was a little confused when she said this, and even almost confused herself. However, all in all, the eighth prince in front of him is really a bit mysterious.

Tang Jiaren secretly looked at the ram Diao, wondering if this person was the one he knew.

The ram Diao Diao let Tang Jiaren look at it, and after eating the whole fried pigeon seriously, he put the small bones neatly in the palm of his hand, and said, "You pinch my face to see if I am real or fake?" ”

Tang Jiaren retracted his gaze and said, "Go back, I'm going to rest." ”

Ram Diao felt a dull pain in his chest, and immediately held it with his hand and pressed it down hard.

Tang Jiaren was startled, and immediately hugged the ram Diao Diao and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The ram's face was very bad, a little frighteningly white, and there was sweat the size of a bean rolling down his forehead, and he looked very painful.

Tang Jiaren was so anxious that she asked, "What's wrong with you?" Can you speak? Do you want me to call a doctor? ”

Ram Diao grabbed Tang Jiaren's hand, squeezed out a miserable smile, and said, "You are still ...... Care...... It's mine. ”

Tang Jiaren instantly had the urge to beat the ram Diao! It's all at this time, and if you still say such meaningless words, isn't it sick?

Tang Jiaren asked directly: "I have blood, can I give you some?" She asked this very sincerely, without the slightest hint of temptation.

The ram Diao Diao was slightly stunned, and he clenched Tang Jiaren's hand tightly, obviously struggling fiercely.

When Tang Jiaren saw this, he knew that he needed it.

Without saying a word, she took out the small deerskin package hidden in her waist, and pinched out a needle from it, which was about to puncture her finger.

The ram grabbed her wrist from the needle.

Tang Jiaren looked at the ram's Diao eyes.

The ram said, "I thought it was ...... You will fetch me some decanate water. ”

When the words landed, both of them were red-faced.

Tang Jiaren withdrew his hand and twisted it for a long time before asking, "How do you know?" ”

The ram replied, "I'm a doctor." ”

Tang Jiaren asked curiously: "Isn't it all human blood, how can you distinguish the difference?" ”

The ram Diao replied: "There are some differences in the blood from different positions. ”

Tang Jiaren asked, "Are you still in pain?" ”

Ram Diao Diao nodded and said, "It hurts, but it's much better." ”

Tang Jiaren asked: "Are you going to commit a ** disease?" ”

Ram Diao Diao only replied with two words: "No problem." ”

Tang Jiaren put her hand on the shoulder of the ram Diao, and said, "I am willing to give you blood, extremely seriously, and I will not participate in the fake." ”

The ram's breathing was chaotic, and his inner timidity for illness and desire for health began to fight between ghosts and gods, just like hell and heaven, and the sky fell apart and the wind and clouds changed color.