The night breeze is bleak, and the rain is dripping.

The candle flame in the room flickered a few times.

Zhao Chen froze in place, half of his face hidden in the backlight, and the hand resting on Meng Yong's lap was colder than ever.

Meng Yong didn't look down at her, and continued softly: "It's not the first time you have murderous intentions towards me, from the time you sang in the palace to the time when your father-in-law had an accident some time ago..."

"Probably I didn't tell you, I've been extremely sensitive to killing intent since I was a child..."He put one hand on her thin shoulder, leaned closer, and the thick bloody breath on his body choked her nose.

He paused for a moment, and sighed in an uncertain tone: "Chonghua, do you really want me to die so much?" ”

Silence –

Zhao Chen slowly looked up at him.

Extremely close, his eyebrows and eyes were confusing, his face was snow-white, and the depths of his misty eyes were full of coldness and darkness.

"You and I are both people who are afraid of death." The corners of her lips curled, "What don't you dare to do for your own life?" "Especially for those who feel dangerous to themselves..."

"You can tolerate me killing you again and again because you don't think I'm dangerous, you're never afraid, and you're confident that I can't kill you—" She smiled and looked up at him.

"But I'm different, I'm timid." Her fingertips caressed the wound on his chest, "I don't have your skills, and I don't have your scheming, you can sell me and kill me at any time..."

She bent her eyes and smiled, "In this situation, if you were me, what would you do?" ”

Silent dead silence –

There was a touch of self-deprecation in Meng Yong's eyes, he dodged her hand, and said lightly: "It's in the next phase, there is no relatives and no reason, so naturally you have to be more careful, Your Highness has done nothing wrong." ”

He messily wrapped the cloth towel around his body, put on his bedclothes, and flicked it casually, and the only candle in the room was extinguished.

He also lay quietly on the bed.

"It's time to rest, Your Highness, please!" In the darkness, his voice was flat and detached.

Zhao Chen, who was still squatting in front of his bed, was stunned.

Isn't it all true? It's a good conversation, why do you still say that you will turn your face...

She wrinkled her face and poked his fingers in the back, but she didn't respond at all, and she couldn't even breathe.

After thinking about it for a while, she reluctantly got up, found the fire fold in the corner of the table, lit the lamp again, and brought it to his bedside.

Then he sat on the ground with his head propped up, and looked at his back.

The sudden and approaching light made Meng Yong on the bed stiffen-

"I'll tell you a secret, but you can't laugh at me." Tiny he was half-curled under the covers.

"What's the secret?" Chonghua approached the candle flame and was about to blow it out.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull it, and after a long pause, he whispered: "I, I have a little, really only a little, a little... Afraid of the dark—"

Meng Yong closed his eyes, his tight lips unconsciously loosened, and his back, which had been tense, also eased slightly.

Zhao Chen, who was aiming at him, rolled his eyes, got up to pat the dust off his body, and climbed onto his bed.

"Hey—" she lay down, looking into his closed eyes and poking him again, "why are you still petty?" ”

Meng Yong ignored her, and wanted to turn over and turn his back, but she grabbed her.

"Ahh It's all my fault, I shouldn't draw a knife behind my back, I shouldn't take advantage of your defense..."Zhao Chen counted himself in one breath with humble eyes, "It's really heinous, and the crime deserves death..."

Meng Yong opened his eyes and looked at her, but saw that she didn't feel guilty at all, but lazily fell asleep.

He brushed away the hand she was holding, "It's a murderous person who doesn't blink an eye, so you'd better stay away!" ”

She smiled, pleasing and unbeaten, and leaned towards him, "Don't be afraid, if you want to kill me anyway, I can't resist, where you die, you will die..."

She propped her head and touched his face with a smile, "The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic." ”

Meng Yong tilted his head away and looked at her with a frown, as if he wanted to see what was going on in her head.

"Otherwise." She pulled half of the pillow and lay down, "Next time I want to kill you again, you will beat me, you want to beat me up at a time..."

Her voice grew lower, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Meng Yong listened to her tossing and turning, and interrupted: "Okay, you better go back to sleep quickly!" Save like last time! ”

Zhao Chen lifted his eyelids and looked at him, only then did he understand that he was talking about the last time she was in the same bed, and she didn't dare to sleep all night.

This man's heart is so small-

"Ahh She suddenly covered her mouth and nose, shrank back, and let out a loud sneeze.

Meng Yong exhaled helplessly, silently distributed the quilt on her body and covered her, and then turned to the other side.

Moment.

"Ahh He sneezed similarly sullenly.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep." Zhao Chen got up listlessly and pulled him, "I'll ask someone to cook ginger soup..."

But when she returned—

"Ayong, Meng Yong..." she pushed several times, but the person on the bed didn't move at all.

She was stunned, and looked strange under his nose...

Weak is weak, but there is still gas -

Her hand moved upwards to his hot forehead, her eyes flickering on and off.

After a while, she forcibly controlled her other hand that was about to move, and shouted, "Please Imperial Doctor Yu!" ”

………

"Why did you hurt so badly?" Yu Zhongjing frowned and withdrew his hand, "Internal injuries into the viscera... Typhoid fever due to blood loss..."

Zhao Chen waved his hand to interrupt him, "You said that you can still save it." ”

"It can still be saved—" Yu Zhongjing looked at her vaguely, meaning obviously.

Zhao Chen glanced at him, thought about it, and asked hesitantly, "How long will it take for his injury to heal?" ”

Yu Zhongjing said: "Judging from his current injury, even if he uses the best medicine, plus his own self-adjustment, it will take about ten days to go as usual..."

Zhao Chen thought about it and lifted Meng Yong's bedclothes, pointed to the wound on his chest, and asked, "Can you see this wound, when exactly was it left?" ”

Yu Zhongjing didn't correct the difference between the imperial doctor and the servant, and after carefully examining it, he frowned and said, "This is not a wound, it is the same weapon that was cut in one place at a different time..."

Zhao Chen was stunned, that is to say, Meng Yong and Kun Wu had more than one fight.

"The earlier ones were about four or five days ago, and the later ones were about the day before yesterday..."Yu Zhongjing's finger moved to Meng Yong's waist, "There is also this one, it should also be the day before yesterday, but the traces are not obvious..."

Zhao Chen's eyes were a little strange.

Meng Yong disappeared for the past few days, and she was actually being chased and killed by Kunwu, is it because she last time-

Time passed little by little, and Zhao Chen kept sitting on the edge of the bed staring at Meng Yong, with a slight hesitation in his eyes.

It wasn't until dawn that she stood up.

Finally, looking at Meng Yong's miserable white face, she picked up her pen and wrote a letter and handed it to Yu Zhongjing.

After a few commands in her ear, she ignored the other party's shocked expression, changed her clothes and left the house.

It's not authentic, let's talk about it later-

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