Chapter Seventy-Three: What Are You Asking For?

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This is the fourth watch, and the fifth watch is at eight o'clock in the evening

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Yi Wei couldn't help but smile: "You, it's still the same as before, a greedy cat!" If you want to do anything, just set a table with delicious food! No elixir can be worth this! ”

Hearing what Yigu said, Ling'er also roughly guessed something: "What about you?" Why did he give up the blessings of the heavenly palace and run to this world where spiritual energy is scarce? "At the beginning, the withered leaves said that someone in the Heavenly Palace had already chased them down, but I didn't expect that I would encounter another one.

After Yi Wei glanced at Ling'er, he put her on the soft couch: "Let's eat, everything will be cold after a while!" Also, after eating, walk back by yourself! ”

In the face of Yi Kuo's attitude becoming so indifferent, although Ling Ye was strange, he didn't ask much. Anyway, what should have been known, sooner or later, won't it?

Silently had dinner, drank a cup of warm tea, and with the help of the maids, Ling'er stood up, but when the blood soaked the soles of her shoes again, Yikuo's eyes flashed a trace of unbearability, but in the end, he still didn't say anything, just let the maids help her away.

Along the way, Ling'er fainted to death five times, and later, even the Divine Concentration Pill had no effect, and in desperation, Yahuan had to repay Yikuo. Yiwei then asked Yahuan to carry Ling'er back to the top of the tower.

Late at night, Yikuo suddenly appeared in Ling'er's room, the lights in the room were dim, and Ling'er was lying quietly on the bed, I don't know if she was asleep or in a coma, but it was okay, at least, it didn't hurt so much. Next to her pillow were the books she had taken before, and on the small table at the head of the bed, the pair of chilling torture instruments looked particularly delicate and dazzling.

Sitting on the edge of Ling'er's bed, Yi Wei sighed lightly: "This is the first day, you are like this, what are you going to do in the next nine days?" Ling'er, stay, as long as you stay, I won't force you anymore, I won't let you change anything, no matter what you do, I will follow your wishes, okay? ”

But the person in the coma didn't answer Yi Wei's words, she just closed her eyes and lay quietly, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall in her chest, it would really make people feel that she was dead.

It wasn't until the sky began to turn white that Yikuo left Ling'er's room. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw the two maids still waiting: "...... Today, let her take a break! "There are nine days left, let her rest for one day, will she survive the remaining eight days? That kind of pain, even the gods may not be able to endure it, not to mention, now she is just a mortal.

In the morning, Yahuan came to report, saying that Ling'er had woken up, but it didn't take long for her to pass out again, so after several times, finally in the afternoon, Ling'er could barely sit up, but Yahuan held the porridge in the past, she didn't drink a sip, just half leaned on the head of the bed to rest, that look, it seems that she will still faint at any time.

Yi Wei thought for a moment and said, "Let the kitchen stew some chicken soup with ginseng, and let her drink some if it is strong!" Otherwise, ......" Yi Wei didn't say anything, and Yahuan didn't dare to say more, but took the order and hurried to the kitchen.

When it was time to hold the lamp, Ling'er woke up from her shallow sleep, and Yahuan hurriedly brought the warm chicken soup over and fed Ling'er one bite at a time. After drinking this soup, Ling'er's face was a little better, and she looked at Yahuan: "Sister, I want to play the piano, can you help me get the piano?" ”

Hearing Ling'er say this, Yahuan hesitated slightly: "Miss Ling'er, yesterday you said that you wanted to read a book, and we went to help you get the book, but the landlord punished you, if you help you get the piano again......"

Lingzhi Yahuan said this, Ling'er's eyes darkened, and she didn't ask anymore, just sat there quietly, as if she wanted to isolate the world from her. Seeing her like this, Yahuan was also helpless, so she cleaned up the dishes and gently retreated.

After a while, a cappella voice came from the room, faint, like a clear spring in the mountain, crisp and slightly lingering: "Heaven and earth are long, my heart is entangled." This life lasts, and there is nothing else to ask for. If you can't ask for it, you can't give it up. In the afterlife, there is no end. Those who know me say that I am worried. Those who do not know me say what I want. In the past, I went back, the willows are still thinking about the present, the rain and snow are falling, those who know me are worried, and those who don't know me are said to be what I want......"

A clear and shallow voice spread from the top of the tower, allowing the entire back garden to be heard. Yi Wei, who was sitting in the study, heard this singing, put down the book in his hand, walked outside, and looked at the tower in the distance: "What do I want?" Ling'er, what are you asking for? ”

On the third day, Ling'er woke up in the morning, and after the maids helped her freshen up, she leaned on the bed and quietly flipped through the book, as if the person who had been hurt so much yesterday that she lost consciousness for most of the day was not her.

After hearing the report of the maids, Yi Wei sneered: "Since she is so idle, let her come down and enjoy the snow with me!" It's cold, remember to let her wear more clothes! ”

As soon as she heard that Ling'er was going downstairs again, Yahuan's face changed, and she knelt on the ground: "Landlord, Miss Ling'er, if she walks down again, I'm afraid, I'm afraid...... I'm afraid that it will sweep away the interest of the landlord to enjoy the snow. ”

Yi Wei glanced at Yahuan with some surprise, and finally said: "That's it, put shoes on her, you ask someone to carry her down!" Let's talk about it when we get to the plum garden! ”

Ling'er, who was carried over, had no expression on her face as it had been for the past few days, as if she had never had such a chilling torture instrument on her feet, as if she hadn't been in a coma for almost a day yesterday because of her injuries.

When I arrived at the gate of the plum garden, the soft sedan chair was put down, and Ling'er didn't say much, but still stood up with the hand of the maid, step by step, leaving a red mark in the white snow.

Seeing Ling'er like this, Yi Wei didn't say much, just stretched out his hand and handed a piano to her: "Since you want to play the piano and sing, why don't you call someone to fetch the piano?" ”

Ling'er reached out and took the piano and put it on her lap, her fingers gently brushed the strings, but instead of speaking, a song "Heavenly Fairy" flowed from her hand.

After the song, Yi Gu saw that Ling'er's spirit was not very good, so he took the piano in her hand: "Do you want to eat something?" I asked someone to make your favorite osmanthus cake! Want to try some? ”

Osmanthus cake? Ling'er looked at the snow outside the window, and suddenly remembered the person who couldn't make osmanthus cakes well, I don't know if he is doing well now? If you're with Aunt Mei, it shouldn't matter, right? It's just that he, who is bent on revenge, will he still have the leisure to make osmanthus cakes?

Seeing Ling'er looking out in a daze again, Yiwei was displeased, reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at herself: "What are you looking at?" ”