"What are you talking about me?" My mind was filled with blanks, and the news was like a pouring rain in a clear sky, dousing everything that remained in my heart. I still hope I heard it wrong, or she said it wrong.

The fingers of the red sleeves holding the medicine bowl trembled, and a few drops of the medicinal juice fell on the blue satin embroidered gold bed, slowly spreading, and turned into a strange pattern.

"The girl is pregnant, and it has been more than a month ......"

More than a month, that is, the day he got drunk? "Impossible!" shouted loudly, his voice so fierce that he was shocked.

Red Sleeves stopped talking, lowered his head and stirred the medicine spoon, and the bitter smell of medicine was driven up and drilled into his nose.

"Get out of the way, I'm getting out of bed." The pair of scripts were able to take off their shoes, but before they could stand firmly, they felt that their knees were weak, and they were about to kneel on the ground.

Before his knees touched the ground, his waist was wrapped around by a pair of strong arms, and a light breath lingered around. When he raised his eyes, it was his bottomless, dark pupils that shimmered slightly.

I said coldly, "Don't touch me." ”

He pursed his lips, as if he couldn't hear the words, and there was a cold atmosphere around him. "The doctor said, you have to get some rest."

He gave Redsleeves a look, Redsleeves understood, and brought the medicine bowl over, and he took the medicine bowl with one free hand and brought it to my lips. The shallow-mouthed bowl painted on a blue background carries a dark brown liquid, and once knew a little about medical skills, just a light smell can tell that it is a fetal drug.

I don't know where the anger came from, I raised my hand to knock over the bowl, the sound of shattering permeated the whole room, half of the medicinal juice was sprinkled on his hand, the white porcelain-like complexion was smeared with light brown, seeping into the texture, he still maintained the posture of holding the bowl from beginning to end, only half-hanging his eyelashes, hiding his emotions.

I took a step back until my leg was crooked against the edge of the bed. "Beiyu Jinchen, what exactly do you want to do? Torment me? Fool me? You see, I'm very confused and miserable now, are you happy? ”

He retracted the posture of wanting to pull me, and said lightly, "I want this child." ”

The words were light, as if it were just a command. As always, there are no emotions involved, and there is no doubt about the decision.

I walked a few steps, but my feet were still fluttering. "Listen, I will never give birth to this sin/seed."

Hearing the last two words, he frowned, anger and desolation flashed in his eyes, and he tried his best to forbear: "I don't allow you to say that about him." ”

"Oh?" The more he forbears, the more angry he gets, and the more relaxed I feel. "So, in your Beiyu Jinchen's heart, I am a tool to vent my desires, but I accidentally have a child, and you want to control me for the rest of my life?"

He grabbed my wrist with great force. The sleeve of his coat slid through, revealing a bruised kiss mark on his arm, and the anger that had gathered in his eyes gradually dissipated as his gaze touched the piece.

"Leave this child behind, and I will do whatever it takes to get them out of prison."

My heart shook violently, and I couldn't wait to raise my hand to slap him, and even now, he still wants to threaten me!

In this stalemate, the cold wind outside the window blew in, a few fallen leaves floated leisurely to the window, and Red Sleeves picked up a plain white cloak from the chair, slowly retreated, and closed the door.

The atmosphere was silent, and the inner undercurrent was surging.

I stood still, and many, many images flashed in my mind, from the first encounter, acquaintance, to killing each other, so long that it seemed like a lifetime had passed, long, painful.

"Why, why am I ......"

He relented, approached, carefully hugged me into his arms, and sighed inaudibly: "Jin'er, I want you to stay, that's all." ”

"Did you ever think about it when you destroyed my Night Pavilion?" The coldness creeps through my heart, and I will never forget those who died because of me.

He didn't speak, his posture stiffened for a moment, then he hugged him tighter.

After a long time, I heard his hoarse and deep voice: "Even if there are ten thousand reasons, you won't believe it, will you?" ”

I heard his heartbeat in my ears, calmly, one after another.

All the words seemed to be condensed at this moment, and I wanted to break free of this embrace, and my fingers unconsciously touched the short sword at his waist. Cold, biting, and intricate patterns are like inscrutable palm lines, intricate, cut and untidy.

I know that I still hate him, and no matter how much time passes, no matter what he says, the hatred will not diminish a bit.

An idea emerged from the bottom of my heart, and the curvature of the corners of my lips became more and more obvious with this thought.

"Really?" I looked up and asked him.

He pressed his chin against my forehead and printed a kiss in my hair. "Seriously."

I stood on tiptoe, hooked my left hand around his neck, and fumbled for a kiss on his lips. In simple terms, the breath is getting stronger.

He looked at me deeply, as if something was wrong but something lonely floated in it, and by the time I wanted to see it, he had closed his eyes and responded softly.

When I felt that he had really let his guard down, he quickly drew his short sword from his waist with his right hand and stabbed it hard into the heart and lungs.

I heard the sound of my clothes tearing through the flesh and flesh, and a fishy sweetness overflowed, drip down the smooth arc of his chin, dripping on the placket of his light blue clothes, and crimson flowers, blooming one after another on his chest.

He opened his eyes, motionless, and a slight smile appeared, just like the warm sun when the pavilion first met.

"I owe it to you." With each word, the blood from the wound flowed out more, until at last he snorted and couldn't hold it anymore.

He knelt on one knee along the edge of the bed, and although he was on the ground with his hands, his body was still bowed in pain.

At this moment, what I thought of was to get out of here quickly, he didn't have the ability to fight back, it was undoubtedly the best time!

The moment I turned around, I heard him say, "Jin'er, can you give me a little time, a month, and I will get them out of prison...... Ahem......"

He wanted to say more, but couldn't piece together the whole thing. The blood coughed up was mixed with the medicinal juice on the ground, and the two extremely dark colors were intertwined.

No, you can't trust him.

I don't know where I got the strength, so I rushed out of the house and ran out of the garden.

I was afraid that he would call someone, so I hurried to the stable, and prepared to steal a good horse and go on the road as soon as possible.

The stiff rope was tied so tightly that it would not be able to be untied for a while, but fortunately, there was no movement inside, and the red sleeves were not outside.

I don't know if it was my impatience that affected the horse, or something else, but it roared low.

I unconsciously protected my lower abdomen, and the cold wind of early autumn made people feel excited.

Suddenly I realized that in fact, he always knew what I wanted to do, but he deliberately didn't block it, otherwise, how could I easily stab the key with his speed......

In his mind, he replayed the shallow and helpless smile just now, and somehow, his heart felt like he had been pricked by a needle.

"Red Sleeves! Tea! Call the doctor! ”

Untied his cloak and ran back to the hut, where he was bright red.

His complexion, which had lost so much blood, was almost pale, but he leaned quietly against the bedside, silent, his pupils darkened, as if he was thinking about something far away, and the blood flowed, soaking every intricate pattern on the short sword.

He struggled to look up, and when he saw me, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly softened. Slender fingers gripped my hand, and the thin calluses on the tiger's mouth were frosted to the back of my hand.

Red Sleeves brought hemostatic medicine and gauze, and I cut his clothes, but fortunately, the wound was an inch off my heart.

Skillfully medicated him, the position of the short sword is important, and he can't act rashly, so he has to wait for the doctor to deal with it.

When the medicine was applied, a shape like an insect suddenly disappeared into the texture, I was stunned, if I was not mistaken, it should be Gu, how could there be Gu on his body?

Under the pressure of the puzzled heart, he came to treat his wounds.

was busy, he suddenly said, "Do you still hate?" ”

"Hate." Answer without thinking.

He smiled again, and the eyes of the city government darkened, "Hate or not, you will always remember me." ”

After a pause, I replied, "One month, rescue them, I promise you, give birth to this child." ”

He tilted his head sideways, and there were fine beads of sweat on the bridge of his straight nose. "Jin'er, stay."

I've never seen such a whispered plea for someone, and my heart ripples slightly.

"Miss Jin, the doctor is here!" Red Sleeves rushed in, and finally cooled my slightly hot head a lot, and I couldn't promise him, absolutely not.

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