The eyes were bright red, which made Ding Guoguo, who had just woken up, in a trance. Where is this? She tried to sit up, but as soon as she got up, she fell limply again.

"Awake?"

The person who had been standing by the window walked up to the bed and looked down at her.

Because he blocked the candlelight in the room, Ding Guoguo looked at him for a while before he could see his face clearly. "What's wrong with me? Sick? She reached out and grabbed his hand hanging at her side, and sat up with the strength of her hand, leaning against the head of the bed.

"Yes, you had a nightmare." Nangong Li sat down on the edge of the bed, took her hand and kissed it on the lips, and smiled gently, "Remember, we worshipped, and now you are my wife." “

Ding Guoguo lowered his head a little shyly. She remembered that today was their big day.

"Do you want to sleep again?" Nangong Li stretched out her hand to straighten her hair that was a little scattered because she was sleeping, and asked softly.

"I'll wait... Suddenly, Ding Guoguo froze as if he had been struck by lightning. Everything that happened before the coma came flooding into my mind. She raised her eyes sharply and stared angrily at Nangong Li, who had lost the smile on her face. She remembered that Ning'er had been killed by him!

"Why?"

Nangong Li didn't speak, just looked at her.

"Why!" Ding Guoguo gritted his teeth and asked again. Even if it's a quibble, let her not believe it, he really did it!

Nangong Li was still silent.

Ding Guoguo swept around, she jumped out of bed and ran to the dresser, picked up the golden hairpin on it and held it in her hand, and walked back to the bed step by step.

"Will you kill me and avenge him?" Nangong Li maintained her original posture and looked at her coldly, "He is so important to you that only by killing me can he get rid of his hatred?" “

Ding Guoguo raised his hand and stabbed him in the heart.

Nangong Liwen didn't move at all, as if the golden hairpin was not inserted into his chest.

Pulling back the bloody hairpin, Ding Guoguo looked at him in disbelief. Why didn't he hide?! Do you want her to feel distressed? No! She will never feel sorry for him again! She is very him, and she wishes that he would die in front of her immediately! She raised her hand and stabbed it again.

Only this time she didn't succeed, Nangong Li grabbed her wrist and threw her on the bed. He stood up, looked at her condescendingly and coldly, and threatened, "If you don't want Dongfang Huoyan to die, you'd better not do stupid things!" “

Ding Guoguo got up, knelt on the bed to meet his cold eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Dongfang is the prince of the Wind Country, I don't believe you dare to touch him!" “

"Humph! Try it! Nangong Li snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Nangong Li! I hate you! I will never forgive you! Ding Guoguo struggled to smash the hairpin in his hand at him, and shouted through gritted teeth.

Nangong Li's sleeves were rolled, and as soon as she raised her hand, the golden hairpin flew past her cheek and nailed to the wall behind her. "I'll come back to see you tomorrow." He threw down these words, opened the door and walked out without looking back.

As soon as he left, Ding Guoguo collapsed on the bed, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes and dripping on the bright red futon under her. "Ning'er... She covered her face with her hands and cried out loud. She hates it, she really hates it! Hate herself! When Ning'er was suffering, she was in love with Nangong Li! There are so many suspicious places, but she turns a blind eye! She is blinded by lard, so she will fall in love with Nangong Li!

"Uh... She rolled over to the edge of the bed and vomited. She hadn't eaten for a day, and what she vomited was a large patch of blood.

"Haha..." Looking at the black bruise on the ground, she suddenly burst out laughing. Furious, her old illness has returned!

She was crying and laughing, looking up at the red color of the room, remembering Ning'er's bloodstained appearance, her eyes closed tightly and lifeless. Her heart turned upside down, and she fell on the side of the bed again and vomited.

With a bang, the happy candle lit in the room burst out of a candle, waking up Ding Guoguo, who was unconscious and lying on the side of the bed. She opened her eyes and struggled to her feet.

The tears are dry, and the heart is dead. But why does it still hurt so much? She lifted her hand to grab her clothes in the heart area and turned to look at the wall. She moved over, pulled off the golden hairpin nailed to the wall, and stabbed it her right arm.

Blood flowed out at once, wetting the big red veil on her body.

Pull it out, stab it down. This kind of pain can make her ignore the pain in her heart. Pulling it out again, stabbing it again, she was so sluggish that she did the repetitive masochistic behavior. Until he passed out because of excessive blood loss.

"If you dare to die! I'll let Ding Ning's family bury you! ”

In a daze, he seemed to hear Nangong Li's roar. Ding Guoguo smiled bitterly in his heart, won't he let him die? He's so domineering!

When I woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Ding Guoguo opened his eyes and was stunned when he saw the person sitting on the stool next to the bed. How could he be sitting here?

Seeing her wake up, Fushun put the wooden box on her lap in her hand, got up and walked to the door, but he paused again, turned his head to look at her, and said softly, "Actually, the master didn't expect the prince of Dongfang to rob people." Your apprentice's death was an accident. The master is a mistake, and he has done something sorry for you, so don't hate the master. When he said this, he lowered his head, sighed softly, and said, "The master is actually a poor man, and no one has taught the master how to love someone. What the master has taught him is to use strong means to get what he wants. You may not have noticed that each of the master's concubines looks a little like you. The master likes silver so much, and it is also because you wore a silver dress back then. Everything the master does is to get some closer to you. With that, he looked up at her deeply, turned his head and walked out.

Even if he doesn't want to, so what? If he hadn't put Ning'er under house arrest at the beginning, Ning'er wouldn't have been... What's the point of telling her this now!

Ding Guoguo closed her eyes, and when the nausea and nausea in her heart eased slightly, she propped herself up and leaned against the head of the bed, reached out and took the wooden box and opened the lid. As soon as the lid was lifted, she was stunned.

Yellowed windmills, patched cloth tigers, eight discolored tumblers, and sugar gourds that were almost rotten but wrapped in pine resin.

Does he keep all these things? If he loves her so much, why should he hurt her!

Ding Guoguo picked up the windmill and put it to his lips to blow.

The windmill was spinning leisurely. She remembered the night of the Lantern Festival that year, when Ding Ning ran towards her with this windmill with a smile. She reached out and smashed the windmill and fell to the ground. Then he took up the cloth and tore it and threw it on the ground.

Tumblers, sugar gourds, don't let go of any of them. In the end, she threw away the wooden box, covered her face with her hands, and cried suppressedly.

The Ning'er who will shyly call her master, Ning'er who will stomp her feet when she is in a hurry, Ning'er who will jump up and clap her hands when she is happy, Ning'er who will pout when she is angry, Ning'er who smiles like the sun, and Ning'er who always pulls her sleeves! Ning'er, Ning'er! How could you be willing to leave me behind and leave like this! Ning'er, I'm sorry... Even now, I can't hate Nangong Li...