In front of King Wu's mansion, the horse stopped and the people did not move.

Zhao Chen waited for a long time before softly calling out to the person behind her, who was pressing all the weight on her.

"Tick tock...", as if there were drops of water falling on the bluestone slab.

She frowned and raised her voice to shout to the house: "Someone! ”

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly grabbed and jumped off the horse and stood on the ground.

Only then did she turn around and look.

Meng Yong's black body was already soaked, clinging to his body, his gray face was expressionless, he only silently led her, and slowly walked towards the door of the mansion that was opened from the inside.

Step by step, the footprints are clearly visible.

In front of the East Chamber, Fu Zheng and Yu Zhongjing were arguing about something, and when they saw the two coming, they closed their mouths at the same time.

"You-" Fu Zheng just said a word, but was stopped by Meng Yong.

Yu Zhongjing secretly looked at Zhao Chen, his eyes full of silent "greetings".

The east door opens and closes.

The divine doctor and the imperial doctor outside the door glanced at each other, quickly turned their eyes away, brushed their sleeves and left.

Su Yan stood in front of the door, with a thick worry in his eyes.

——

There was dead silence in the room.

Meng Yong slowly let go of Zhao Chen's hand, paused in place for a moment, and then slowly raised his hand and began to undress.

Zhao Chen wrinkled his face, hesitated for a while, but still stepped forward to take the handle, and shouted again: "Bring hot water!" ”

The undershirt was already glued to him, and there was a tooth-aching sound when it was lifted.

She endured it, took it off for him while wiping, and couldn't help complaining: "You said that you are tired of being crooked?" You always say that you are afraid that I will die, and now I think you are going to die before me..."

In the dim candlelight, she chattered as before, but he no longer smiled and listened as before.

"I believed it last night." His voice was hoarse and flat.

Zhao Chen's hand froze, and he subconsciously glanced at the candle flame on the side nearby.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, he also looked over, and said softly: "I have believed it many times, thinking that you are the same as me." ”

The mist rose from the cotton towel, blurring his face and his lonely eyes.

She silently wiped his upper body clean little by little, but didn't wait for him to speak again.

"It's still the same, they all believe in themselves more." She said lightly, frowned, put her hand on his waist and paused, before slowly untying the belt and removing the wet pants.

She wiped him quickly without squinting, looked at the medicine bottle on the table, and wiped him with her hand as quickly as she could, and then bandaged it, and found the clothes to wrap him up.

"You won't tell me who the third person is, because you don't want me to disrupt your plans... I'm planning to leave Beijing, and I don't want to be at your mercy...", she limped him to the bed as she spoke.

He suddenly spoke, and his voice was so light that Zhao Chen couldn't hear it clearly.

"What?" She asked subconsciously.

He slammed her against the bed, his eyes suddenly reddened, and he paused very closely, "You can't die." ”

In those eyes, the darkness was dispelled by blood red, revealing the color of the end of the road.

Her cold hair stood on end, and her whole person tensed instantly, and she used all her strength to suppress the action of wanting to draw the knife.

Stagnation –

The blood red suddenly dissipated.

As if he had used his last strength, he slowly let go of the hand that was holding her shoulder, and half-knelt on top of her, silent for a long time.

"Chonghua—" he buried himself in the side of her neck, his voice soft but strangely paranoid, "You can't die-"

Zhao Chen's body couldn't help but tremble.

She always thought that Meng Yong was ashamed, and felt that she had replaced him in Beijing for more than ten years, and she had a lame leg... That's why I want to keep her prosperous and safe, and it is ridiculous that she should not marry a wife in the next life...

But the glance he had just now, she was too familiar—

A wolf that survived the catastrophe and protected the only surviving companion to the death.

In this world, it's all it is...

She gritted her teeth and raised her hand to caress his back.

After a while, twice, she tried her best to stabilize her voice and said, "I will live well and watch everything about you for them..."

His body gradually warmed up, and the weight he pressed down grew larger and larger, until he fell on top of her without support—

——

In the snowy Yongliang that year, a person's body did not fall, and the iron spear stood beside him.

"Master, the boss is not moving," the boy looked at in amazement.

………

When the sunlight shone into the room, Meng Yong's eyebrows frowned unconsciously, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

It catches the eye with a handful of black hair like the night.

He was stunned, his gaze shifting.

The little man was hugging his waist tightly, curled up in his arms, his eyelashes trembling with steady breathing.

His slight movements seemed to alarm the other party, and the little head arched a few times towards his chest, and then fell silent, full of trust.

Memories of last night flooded back.

His eyes softened, and he blamed himself a little, and he was quickly hidden back into the depths, but his arms were subconsciously tightened.

Zhao Chen really woke up this time, and looked up at him in a daze.

"I—" His voice rubbed like sand.

"I'm hungry." Zhao Chen interrupted him, closed his eyes and snorted twice, "But I don't want to." ”

He lowered his eyes in silence, and his heart softened.

Zhao Chenwu drilled into his arms again, muttering, "I slept so comfortably this night—"

This is the truth, and it is certain that this person's attitude towards her little life makes her finally feel at ease to sleep like this.

He suddenly turned his face away, sneezed sullenly, and looked at her again, "Why didn't you leave last night?" ”

"You're too small-minded." Zhao Chen glanced at him with disgust, and quietly hid the deep calculation in his eyes, "Don't go, there are no beauties elsewhere..."

Meng Yong's expression slowed down, and he braced his body to sit up, but he froze, and then remained motionless.

Zhao Chen glanced at him with empty eyes, and helped him back to lie down, his eyes were shining, "You tell me honestly, why did Kun Wu chase and kill you?" And the night Jia Fu died, why did you appear in the palace guards? ”

And the token that went in and out of the gates...

Meng Yong thought for a while, and still said: "I promised to fight with him and help him lure out the ghosts and mountains, so that he can clean up as soon as possible and take a break to protect Your Majesty." ”

"When did you two get together?" Zhao Chen frowned strangely, "Then why is he still chasing you?" ”

"I fought a year ago..."Meng Yong paused, looking at her with lowered eyes, "because the woman called out to her husband... Jia Fu died in prison again, and he was personally vendetta by you... It's not a chase, it's just a battle to divide the victory and defeat. ”

Zhao Chen looked back without any guilt, "You are not a warm-hearted person. ”

"Naturally, it's a deal." He replied lightly, but had no intention of continuing.

After a long time, Zhao Chen pondered and asked tentatively: "Are you with a third person... Also have a deal? ”

That's why I don't want her to get involved and mess up all this-

He struggled to lie flat and exhaled softly, "Shi'an, the enemy can also cooperate." ”

Zhao Chen was about to say something, but his ears moved slightly, and a touch of weirdness overflowed in his eyes.

A moment later, the sound of a fight suddenly sounded from outside the door.

As she listened, four big words popped up in her head.

Caught in bed -

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