Wen Wanrong still felt sad, and wiped her tears with the back of her hand: "No one has ever given me such a valuable thing, if I don't give it, they will beat me." ”

Qin Yang hugged her tightly in his arms: "No matter how expensive the night pearl is, it can't be more expensive than a life, don't be stupid in the future." ”

Wen Wanrong nodded obediently, remembered something and said, "Have you been injured somewhere?" Why didn't you fight back just now, I'm just an adopted daughter, it's not worth your life. ”

Qin Yang was silent for a long time and didn't speak, she subconsciously turned her head to look at him, and found that his face was pale and his forehead was full of beads of sweat.

Wen Wanrong panicked: "Qin Yang, are you okay?!" ”

"Don't talk......" As soon as Qin Yang opened his mouth, he choked out a mouthful of blood and dripped onto her shoulder, with warmth.

"Qin Yang, what's wrong with you?" Wen Wanrong was really frightened, reflexively grabbed the reins, and rode the horse to run desperately.

The wind whistled in her ears, mixed with Qin Yang's low and irregular breathing, and Wen Wanrong felt that the people behind her were sinking.

"Qin Yang! Qin Yang! Don't die! She was in a hurry, shouted twice, but did not move.

Wen Wanrong felt that she was really useless, except for crying, there was no way at all.

"Qin Yang, what should I do if you die?" She was full of anxiety, and tears kept pouring out, "You are dead, how can I go back and explain to my grandmother!" It's all my fault! I won't lose my temper with you in the future, don't scare me, okay? ”

Qin Yang still didn't react, Wen Wanrong's last line of defense collapsed in her heart, and she began to cry: "I've thought about it, go back and live a good life with you, you're gone, who am I going to live with!" ”

"If you don't talk to Lao Tzu, who do you talk to?" Qin Yang finally responded, he gritted his teeth and said, "Lao Tzu is so painful that he doesn't want to speak, you just cry and cry, Lao Tzu is not dead, crying farts ......"

"Then I won't cry." Wen Wanrong hurriedly wiped her tears, "I'm just scared ......"

"Afraid of what? Afraid of Lao Tzu's death? Didn't you hate me before? I'm dead, and I'm relieved. Qin Yang wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh in pain.

Wen Wanrong immediately retorted: "I didn't!" ”

"You remember what you said today." Qin Yang beat his spirits and accompanied her to the last sentence, "In the future, I will tell Lao Tzu that I don't like and don't care about, and Lao Tzu will beat you to death......"

With that, he lost consciousness completely.

It didn't take long for Song Zhi to answer, and Wen Wanrong knew that they had escaped, and the spies in the rear were chasing and killing, Qin Yang protected her in his arms, and was hit by three arrows in the back, one of which was a palm away from the heart.

Qin Yang slept in a coma for three days, and Wen Wanrong stayed by the couch to take care of her for three days.

On the evening of the fourth day, he woke up, and Wen Wanrong threw herself on him and hugged his neck and cried.

Her three days of worries were finally released.

Maybe it's this moment, maybe it's the moment when they run away on horseback, or maybe it's the moment when the two of them survive each other in the small courtyard...... I can't tell from which moment the two hearts suddenly narrowed the distance.

Qin Yang let her hold her, listened to her crying, suddenly laughed, patted her back, and said that it was okay.

It's okay not to be comforted, but when she comforts Wen Wanrong, she cries even more fiercely.

He had the rare patience to wait for her to finish crying, and asked her with a smile, what do you like about me.

Wen Wanrong cried and sobbed, saying she didn't know.

Qin Yang poked her head again, throwing a stupid sentence.

……

At night, Qin Yang was so painful that he couldn't sleep, and when he saw Wen Wanrong's figure dangling in front of him, he had evil thoughts in his heart, it was better to die than to die.

"Wen Wanrong, you come." He beckoned to her.

Wen Wanrong was like a well-behaved little sheep, coming over to ask what was going on.

Before the words fell, Qin Yang stretched out his hand and pulled the whole person onto the couch, turned over and pressed it.

Wen Wanrong knew what he wanted to do, and she didn't resist, so she was worried that he was injured: "Can't you go back to Yan?" The doctor said that your injuries should be healed. ”

Qin Yang didn't care about that, he tore off the clothes on her body three times and five by two, and reached under his hand, feeling playful.

Wen Wanrong couldn't persuade her, so she could only try her best to cooperate, and also avoid touching his wounds.

She clumsily entangled with him, without rejection, like falling into a hot whirlpool, mixed with a faint smell of blood to provoke an instinctive reaction.

Gasping and heavy breathing mingled, floating out of the blue curtain and opening up a whole new world of Wen Wanrong.