Disgusted to look at Nangong Tian's face, the inexplicable coldness made her unconsciously have a question, her eyelashes fluttered lightly, and the corners of her lips pouted with an intoxicated smile: "Are you really sick?"

Nangong tilted his eyes and looked at him a little familiarly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at him suspiciously: "Scolding?" Did he look like he was sick?

Thinking about it, Nangong rubbed his nose, and sure enough, he was born with a good face, and his movements of rubbing his nose were different from those of us 'mortals'.

He waved his hand, very innocent: "No," he looked very small.

"I want to ask you a question." Disgusted with life, he cautiously approached Nangong Tilt, holding the possibility of being frostbitten, very careful.

"Hmm!" Nangong Tilt's nasal voice is still very strong, but he feels that he is questioning in disgust.

"Isn't this person with a fever hot everywhere, and strangely irritable, and he can't understand human speech." The disgust added: "Is it that you can't understand people's words, but it will only appear when the burning is very serious."

Nangong Tian didn't speak, and put down his hands in disgust.

"Are you scolding me for being sick?" Nangong was cold, and he smiled a little meaningfully.

"You lied to me, I was so happy to be sick, and there was cold air from time to time." It's weird and scary, Nangong Tilt is not an ordinary person, he still laughs when he is sick, and he laughs beautifully.

Nangong poured back his smile, his eyes pure and calm: "Fool!"

The body was hot, Nangong leaned up to warm it, and Nangong tilted his shoulders hard, and her chin hurt when she was tired of giving birth, and her double chin that was pressed by him came out.

He patted him on the back: "Didn't you want me to stay away from you?"

"Aren't you afraid of infecting me?"

The disgusted hand gradually swiped towards his waist, and he thought about a lot of things in his heart, including the fact that Nangong was a killer, and he didn't speak.

"You are my wife, just take care of me, and tease me, what's wrong with hugging me."

This is very meaningful.

Are you my wife? What an ambiguous relationship.

If you don't take care of me, you still tease me? looks abrupt, and her tone reveals that she doesn't care about him at all, and indirectly says that he is a little coquettish.

What's wrong with hugging it? What else does he mean to do?

I don't know when my logic is so strong, and I have more and more girlish hearts, and I feel that the more I live, the more I go back.

Just thought about Nangong Tian's illness a lot, and just lying on the shoulder of the disgusting student, he coughed many times, his breathing was nasal, and his body was slightly cool with a bit of Microsoft heat in the past.

Disgusted touched Nangong tilt's head, but accidentally touched his lips, extremely thin, very three-dimensional, very hot, not easy to touch, as if Nangong tilted her hand tip.

Bang, a tall body is down, and the disgust is pressed underneath, a little breathless.

Nangong Tan really fell ill, tired of being full of thoughts, she thought that he was a saint and would not fall easily.

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Disgusted with life and kept watch by the bed in Nangong all night, she told Li'er to boil the medicine, and this boil lasted until dawn, and the smell of medicine in the whole bedroom was tangy.

Nangong is sick and everyone in the palace knows about it.

During this period, Li'er also told her to rest, and she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, but as soon as she was about to fall asleep, she was awakened.

Conscience told himself that Nangong Tilt was his brother's killer, even if his brother was at fault, Nangong Tilt couldn't kill anyone, and colluded with Zhang Qingqing and them to bring disaster to the dynasty, which was to put the seven boudoirs into a desperate situation.

And she, don't be soft-hearted anymore.

Who can know her pain, know the misanthropy of the truth, how contradictory?

Nangong Tian's body was still so weak, his eyes were closed, and the ash hit his eyelashes, lining him so cold.

It's a pity that the dagger can't be retrieved in the secret room, and it can't solve you with your things.

But disgust can use Nangong to pour her own sword, inside the bed is his sword, disgusted with her firm eyes, she easily pulled out the blade.

But Nangong is good-looking, his skin is so delicate and smooth, his clothes are open at will, the flesh on his chest is well-proportioned, there is no flaw at all, and he is disgusted with the blade of the sword downward, approaching Nangong Tian's chest little by little......

A pair of strong hands vigorously held the disgusting hand and followed, without the intention of stopping, and in the end, the heart was like ashes and the sword was broken.

Even if he was holding on to the edge of the table, his strength was too great, and his elbow with the medicine bowl on it and the other half of the broken sword fell to the ground, the bowl was broken, and the sound was crisp......

Disgusted with looking up at Nangong Tilt on the bed, he couldn't see him, he could only see the bloody half of the blade inserted in his ribs, his head turned over, his eyes were bright, icy like frost, there was a bit of a mocking smile, mixed with a few coughs, and he heard a little unreal helplessness in his repertoire, as if all the good was given to others in vain.

Disgusted with the blade of the sword, the look on his face was as cold as his, with a little smile: "Why do you look at me like this?" It's obvious that Nangong is doing something wrong, why is it like I'm doing something wrong.

"It's cheap, stupid, it's crazy." Disgusted with life's heart shrank, his eyes avoided Nangong Tilt, and when he heard him repeat what he had just said, Disgusted thought that she didn't have to worry about Nangong Tilt, anyway, Nangong Tilt hurt her too much, and Disgusted Mind had long been less serious.

But Nangong Tian said it many times, and at the end of the day, he added three words: "Nangong Tian, you are really cheap, stupid, and crazy."

When Nangong was scolding her, he felt very uncomfortable, but he was scolding himself, he scolded himself for being cheap, stupid, and crazy?

What kind of person is he, the elegant and noble Nangong Tian, he only has himself right in his heart, such as his appearance, his heart is also so proud, but he blames himself......

Cheap? Stupid? Lunatic?

The bitterness of laughing, the hypocrisy of laughing, at this time, she can only laugh, in fact, she wants to cry......

His hand brushed the pillow, lifted the quilt, covered his whole body, looked up silently, and at some point his chapped lips were wet with a hot stream, and suppressed the choked pause: "You are a slut like your brother, you deserve to die."