"What do you want?"

Fang Cai's vision made Li Ruiqing already know that Yi Mengchen was not very human. Since she says so, then believe her.

Because there is no better way than to trust her.

"Her injuries are not fatal, but lying like this, she will never want to wake up in this life." Yi Mengchen said, "The cost is the same, which means that it is exactly the same." ”

"Exactly the same injury?" Li Ruiqing quickly understood, and without hesitation, "Yes." ”

Yi Mengchen couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw him answer immediately. She shook her head: "No, the wound is too deep to be fatal." ”

"Yes." Li Ruiqing didn't think much about it, but still answered quickly.

This matter started because of him, if it weren't for him, Zhao Xiangling wouldn't be lying here at all. So it was up to him to end it, and he didn't complain.

"Not necessarily." Yi Mengchen said, "You misunderstood what I meant, I don't need to fight with my life." ”

"I can divide this wound into two parts, wound and blood. The price of the wound, I have already received from Xiang Wan, what you need to pay is the price of blood. ”

"Just blood?" Li Ruiqing asked.

"Yes." Yi Mengchen said, "The blood she shed is all borne by you alone. ”

"Okay." Li Ruiqing responded, "How to do it?" ”

He didn't understand the price in Yi Mengchen's mouth, but he understood that this was the current way to save Zhao Xiangling, and it was probably the best way.

Yi Mengchen raised his hand, and there were faint pale cyan clouds wandering between the cuffs of his gray robe, and occasionally a golden formation swept by.

The sleeves seem to be as light as nothing, but they are as heavy as gold when swept on the face. Li Ruiqing's eyes were dark and unconscious.

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When Zhao Xiangling woke up, he still had a faint pain in his body. She opened her eyes and immediately sat up.

Looking down, his clothes were intact, only a hole in his chest was broken. But there was no wound.

Why are there no wounds?

If it was a dream, it would not be possible to still wear this dress, let alone a tear. If it's not a dream, what about the wound? Where is the wound?

Zhao Xiangling raised his eyes, his eyes red. She looked around and saw a white dress covering the edge of her bed.

It's him. It's him!

Zhao Xiangling flipped his hand, pulled out a hairpin from his head and poked it at his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

If you want him to die, he will die!

Li Ruiqing did not react. He sat on his knees, crouched on the quilt, his brow furrowed, and his face pale.

I don't know, I thought he was the one who was injured.

Zhao Xiangling grinned and wanted to stab the hairpin into his head, but at the moment when she was about to pierce it, she stopped and did not continue.

Now that she's awake, she thought, let's see what he has to say.

"Li Ruiqing."

Raising his hand, Zhao Xiangling patted his face.

Didn't wake up.

"Li Ruiqing!"

Zhao Xiangling's hand became more intense, and his voice increased.

Li Ruiqing looked up at her at this time, saw her wake up, raised his hand to touch her head, got up and hugged her and lay down together.

As always, there is no difference.

Zhao Xiangling's eyes were dark. What does he mean by that? After giving yourself a knife, you plan to act as if nothing has happened?

What does he think he is?

"Li Ruiqing! You get up for me! Zhao Xiangling was originally quite resentful in his heart, but he was stirred up like this, and he didn't know where to throw his anger.

He slept without half an explanation, and he didn't explain half a sentence!

Raising his hand, Zhao Xiangling wanted to drag him up, but saw the transparent jade ring in his hand.

The head is very good, not ordinary.

But it wasn't hers, or rather, it wasn't hers.

It turned out that the bracelet on her hand was mixed with blood-red jade catkins, and this one, no. But the pattern on it and the style of the bracelet are exactly the same.

Except for the blood-red jade floc inside, the rest of the place has not changed at all, and it is the same as before.

The bracelet was given by Yi Mengchen, and only she knew best why it had changed. But Zhao Xiangling also had her own guesses in her heart.

She looked down and saw that the wound on her chest was gone, and she smelled the imperceptible shallow blood on Li Ruiqing's body, as well as the scent of sandalwood mixed with his original herbal aroma, and she could probably guess what was happening.

She didn't push him again, closing her eyes and curling up in a ball.

In fact, she knew that from the moment she saw Li Ruiqing, she knew that the person was not him, and it could not be him.

But she still felt angry from the bottom of her heart.

Even if it was just the same face, Zhao Xiangling never thought that Li Ruiqing would betray her.

As long as she thought of this possibility, there was a nameless fire burning in her heart.

How could Ruiqing point the tip of the knife at her? How could he betray himself?

Looking at Li Ruiqing's pale face, Zhao Xiangling raised his hand and smoothed the corners of his slightly frowned eyebrows.

How much did she like him? I like it to forget who I am and be good to someone wholeheartedly.

Wholeheartedly, forgetting what kind of situation I am in.

Wholeheartedly, even if someone stabs himself in the face, he still likes him like that.

A sarcastic smile rose at the corner of her lips, and Zhao Xiangling said to her heart, fortunately, she understands and thinks clearly now.

She still liked him.

However, I can only like it as much as I can.

With his eyes closed, Zhao Xiangling lay in his arms, as usual, relieved and calm.

It's different from usual, clear, understood, calm.

When Li Rui woke up, Zhao Xiangling was still sleeping. He was a little dizzy, knowing it was because of too much blood loss.

Half-propped up, he went to touch Zhao Xiangling's pulse. Steady, regular, not at all like the weakness after a heavy blow.

Completely relieved, he lay down, but saw that Zhao Xiangling's eyes had widened and he was looking at him with a pair of dark and deep eyes.

For a long time, she didn't speak.

A touch of coolness slowly appeared in Li Ruiqing's heart.

Zhao Xiangling's eyes, he had seen it. When he first entered the palace, she looked at herself like this, with a playful and impermanent attitude, unreasonable, and did whatever she wanted.

So now, is it going back to the beginning?

No matter how patient Li Ruiqing is, he will inevitably be stabbed by her eyes.

Half a year's hard work, is it because of that face that it has become necessary? The emperor is suspicious, is he unable to break through after all!

"Ruiqing." Zhao Xiangling's call called Li Ruiqing back to reality.

She raised her hand and gently touched Li Ruiqing's face.

After a long time, she sighed lightly, and suddenly smiled: "I knew that it wouldn't be you." ”

The sadness in Li Ruiqing's eyes quickly faded, and he didn't know whether he was happy or surprised, and he didn't know whether to be happy or happy.

It can't be you, she's always believed it wasn't her, did she?

Zhao Xiangling hugged him, buried his head in his chest, and whispered, "You don't know how sad I was at that time. ”

How sad it is, just thinking that you will betray me makes my heart hurt like a knife.

Li Ruiqing stroked her hair: "It's all over, it's okay, Xiang Zero." ”

He didn't see the shallow smile that Zhao Xiangling buried in his chest. There was no emotion in that smile.

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