The Love Bell Tower is not high, there are only two floors, the first floor is used as a study and a painting room, and there is also a guqin pipa. And the second floor basically belongs to Lan Jing'an's private territory, and the inside is completely arranged according to her preferences. In addition to placing a large number of rare books and ancient scrolls collected by Yuwen Moyuan for her, a low couch smoker was also placed.

Yuwen Moyuan missed the time when he and Lan Jing'an met in Bide Building, so he specially ordered someone to lay wolf skin mats on the second floor of the bedroom and the Love Bell Tower, and placed a small table and chessboard respectively, so that Lan Jing'an could play with him at any time. It can be said that in the entire Mulan Garden, Lan Jing'an's favorite place is the second floor of the Love Bell Tower, where he often waits for him.

The second floor was silent, but the lights were still bright. Yuwen Moyuan entered the room lightly and saw Lan Jing'an curled up on a low couch asleep. She clumped like a shrimp, frowning, and her sleeping expression was a little panicked. Yuwen Moyuan saw her like this, and his heart was sour, knowing that he really scared her last night.

When she first woke up from a coma, she also didn't sleep well, and she always looked panicked. It wasn't until the two of them got acquainted that she would unconsciously let go of her hands and feet in her sleep, and she would fall asleep. Now, she seems to be back to her old form, even worse than before.

After listening to Imperial Physician Wang's words, Yuwen Moyuan had already guessed that she might have been too suspicious before, and judging from her performance, there should be no other man who had ever approached her. Eighty percent is because she loves horseback riding, and even went to the front line in person, Yuan Hong fell early. He kept making excuses for her in his heart and forgave her.

Yuwen Moyuan sat on the edge of the couch, thinking of the pitiful appearance of her who had been used to her yesterday, and only pity for her was left in his heart. Only then did he begin to regret why he didn't resist the urge last night and make it clear to her. He had waited for her for so long, seeing that she was about to accept him completely, and now he had let a moment of anger ruin him. He couldn't help but sigh.

Lan Jing'an slept very lightly this night, and she had just dreamed that she seemed to have fallen into the abyss when she heard a sigh. Frightened, she woke up with a thrill. She raised her eyes and saw Yuwen Moyuan sitting on the edge of the couch looking at herself affectionately, trembling, holding the brocade and shrinking into the couch, until her back was against the wall, there was no way to retreat, sitting by the wall and looking at him vigilantly, for fear that he would pounce again.

Yuwen Moyuan knew that she was really injured this time, not only physically, but also emotionally lost trust in him. He sat motionless and didn't dare to move, and apologized to her tenderly: "Lan'er, I'm sorry." Last night, I was greedy for a cup, and I drank too much at once, and I didn't know how to do that kind of thing that was not on the table. Don't be afraid, I swear, from now on, I will never hurt you again, otherwise I will not die a good death. ”

Lan Jing'an didn't believe in him at all before, but when he heard him swear a poisonous oath, he was somewhat forgiving in his heart. She opened her mouth in a hoarse voice: "Junzhu, don't come here, I'm afraid." I want to sleep here alone tonight, and you can go back to the yard yourself. ”

Yuwen Moyuan was ready to be scolded by her, or even punched and kicked, but she seemed to have only fear left.

Fortunately, she was still willing to call his name, and it seemed that although she hated him for using force last night, she didn't notice anything, and still recognized herself as her husband.

Yuwen Moyuan knew that if he really left now, he was afraid that he would not want to be in the same room with Lan Jing'an in the future. He lowered his body, lowered his eyes, and pleaded with her pitifully: "Lan'er, I know you hate me in your heart. I hate myself too. But I really never wanted to hurt you, you are more important to me than anything else. I don't beg you to forgive me now, but can you please not take me back to the yard. Without you by my side for the night, I would have been sleepless all night. I promise that if you don't agree, I'll never touch you, so let me sleep on a mat on the ground, okay? ”

Lan Jing'an looked at a powerful and proud person on weekdays, pleading with herself so lowly, and felt a little uncomfortable, but she still shook her head silently.

Lan Jing'an couldn't help but think about it, could it be that he was so terrifying when he had sex with him before? Why are you so afraid of him? But after thinking about it for a long time, no memories came flooding up, and she desperately tried to remember how she married him, and there was a blank again. Her head ached violently as she tried to recall, causing her to fall to her knees on the bed, clutching her head and moaning in pain.

Yuwen Moyuan knew that her headache had flared up again, so he quickly took her hand down, kneaded her Hegu acupoint, and put her head on his lap, and gently pressed the Baihui acupoint on the top of her head for her. These were all taught to him by Imperial Physician Wang, who knew that Yuwen Moyuan didn't want to dissolve the blood stasis in the back of Lan Jing'an's brain, but he was reluctant to let her have an unbearable headache, so he had to teach him a set of massage methods. Let Lan Jing'an relieve the pain a little when the headache attacks.

When Lan Jing'an had a headache, the feeling that life was worse than death made her forget everything around her, and only endless pain entangled her. It is precisely because of this that she is a little afraid to recall the past. Unexpectedly, this time the headache was more intense than before, and her sweat mixed with tears flowed down uncontrollably, wetting Yuwen Moyuan's robe under her head.

She breathed heavily, warning herself not to think about anything now. After a while, the headache slowly subsided. Only then did Lan Jingan realize that he was pillowed on Yuwen Moyuan's lap, and his two hands were still rubbing on the acupuncture points on the top of his head and on his hands.

Yuwen Moyuan's face was also pale with fright, he knew that she had a headache, but this time it seemed to be particularly powerful. Even though Imperial Physician Wang said that there would be no problems after the headache, he was still worried. No one knows the guilt in his heart, it was he who let her suffer so much in order to keep her by his side. He closed his thin lips tightly, hoping that his massage would shorten her pain.

Lan Jing'an felt better, and wanted to get up and shrink back to the wall. Yuwen Moyuan hugged her gently and buried her head in his chest. She felt his body seem to tremble slightly, and his muffled voice reached her ears: "Lan'er, I'm sorry. ”

Lan Jing'an heard the choking in his voice and was in a trance. Did he cry? The man who was usually gentle to her and tough on the outside actually hugged her and cried?

After a moment of silence, Lan Jing'an broke free from Yuwen Moyuan's arms. His tears were gone, but the red in his eyes couldn't fool her. Junzhu was like a child who had made a mistake, sitting honestly on the side, half-bowing his head, his expression full of frustration and sadness.

Lan Jing'an's heart suddenly softened, although he still hated what he did yesterday, he was no longer so repulsive to him. She hesitated and whispered: "Then you sleep underground, don't come up." ”

Yuwen Moyuan looked up at her in disbelief, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of joy. Did she forgive him? She really forgave him! Yuwen Moyuan nodded hurriedly, and hurriedly agreed: "As long as you don't drive me away, I will be honest underground tonight." ”

Lan Jing'an didn't want to deal with him anymore, turned his head and hugged the brocade and lay back on the inside of the low couch, leaning against the wall, with his back to Yuwen Moyuan, and closed his eyes.

The Love Bell Tower was not originally used as a place to sleep, and there was such a low couch and brocade for the convenience of Lan Jing'an to rest during the day. Now that Lan Jing'an is sleeping on the bed with Jin Ji in his arms, Yuwen Moyuan can only sleep on the wolf skin cushion and make up for the night. But even then he didn't want to go out of this room, as long as she could be in the same room with him, he still had a chance to slowly coax her.

Lan Jing'an didn't let Yuwen Moyuan put out the lights, and he didn't dare to move. The two of them fell asleep on the couch and on the ground.