At that time, no one knew that Rong Qian didn't really know about it, he just fainted. His consciousness was still in the depths of his body, and he was extremely conscious of the pain, perceiving everything.

He could only listen to Aunt Qing's angry questioning, listen to An Wuji deliberately tell the old story, and listen to Yan Rin's hoarse voice to ask......

He listened with impatience, endured the pain, and gritted his teeth in his heart. If he could jump, he would definitely kick An Wuji's ass hard.

Qing'er is ignorant and can't help it. But isn't that intentional, kid? What kind of grievance am I using you to fight? Now, at this juncture, you kid isn't just causing trouble!

He's like this, you still stimulate him, really make an emperor sick and injured, what should I do? Can you handle those national affairs for him......

He......

However, no matter how anxious and impatient he was, he still couldn't move a finger to express his wishes, he still couldn't open his eyes, and he still couldn't see anything.

I can't see Yan Rin's expression at this moment, I can't see Yan Rin's gaze at this moment, just because I can't see it, so in my imagination, Yan Rin's pain makes him even more anxious.

What kind of sadness must there be, what kind of sorrow must there be in his voice, what kind of remorse, his violent trembling, can let his ears, which are no longer sensitive, also catch the sound of the ornament clashing.

However, all this is not his fault?

It's because he likes to whitewash the peace too much, it's his wishful thinking, and he doesn't want him to be sad, so he doesn't tell him the truth. Is it that he thought everything too simply, and he never thought that one day, he would still be forced to do nothing?

He didn't know anything in the first place, so why should he bear all this?

At this moment, Rong Qian knew what it meant to regret not being at the beginning.

However, he could do nothing but be trapped in a body that was so weak that he could only breathe, and he was anxious alone.

Listening to Yan Rin, she could still comfort Qinggu in a soft voice. Suddenly, my heart became sour. I almost wished that time would be turned back, and that the man would be a small, snow-jade child, so that he could reach out and take him into his arms and tell him softly, "If you are sad, cry out." Don't worry, it's all not your fault. Actually, I'm fine, I'm fine, I just need a few more days off. ”

However. He's grown up, and he can't move at all.

He has become accustomed to carrying all the responsibilities on his shoulders, and such a temperament is caused by him.

How many times have I inexplicably missed what he used to be. I miss the intimacy and communication that was so wanton, but the divide is clearly in front of me......

Now Di Yan Rin, no matter how much hurt and pain. also only hid in his heart, forcing himself to be exhausted, but he refused to reveal the slightest. And himself. but even the power to comfort him. It's all gone.

Rong Qian listened in the darkness as the man coughed. So violently, so heart-rendingly. As if he was going to cough up that broken heart.

The deep feeling of powerlessness made his state of mind suddenly fall into deep silence.

Even in the face of the most terrible physical injuries in the world, he can let the spirit bear it with a smile, grin, and carelessly think about it for his own pleasure. However, the man was suffering beside him, he could not see it, but he could clearly feel him trembling.

He was right next to him, in every square inch, and his heart was like a knife, but he couldn't even reach out and gently pat him on the shoulder, give him a peaceful look, and say with a smile: "Silly boy, do you think this little injury can stump me?" ”

He couldn't do anything but endure, listen, and feel.

He listened to Yan Rin's last bland confession, listened to Yan Rin's footsteps in the distance, listened to the loud sound of Yan Rin stumbling dangerously, and listened...... Listening to the palace people, they suddenly shouted in a little panic, "Blood...... Your Majesty......"

He could only listen, he could only listen......

If his spirit had a substance, maybe that little person would have quietly shrunk into a ball in his body, and he frowned because of the sudden sharp pain at this moment.

Yan Rin just left, and never appeared again.

For several days, Rong Qian's spirit could not sleep peacefully because of the intense physical pain, and he could only feel and endure it awakely all the time.

There has always been a imperial physician in the Qinghua Palace, and the palace maids and eunuchs also take turns to take care of him. Feed him with water, give him needles, and try to keep him breathing.

Qinggu had taken care of him back then, and was very experienced in dealing with such a broken body, and knew how to avoid aggravating his injuries as much as possible, scrubbing him every day, talking to him from time to time, and calling him hard.

In fact, he wanted to respond to Qinggu very much, every time he heard Qinggu calling him one after another, he endured the disappointment again and again, and gradually his voice choked, he desperately wanted to open his eyes to see her, and wanted to move his fingers even to give her a little signal, however, all efforts were in vain.

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Looking at the ground, it can only be that the wind festival arrives quickly and takes him out of this darkness

Fortunately, An Wuji would enter the palace for an hour every day, always accompanying Qinggu, comforting her and persuading her gently as never before. And in an unfamiliar environment, getting the support of a familiar friend can make Qinggu relax a little. Sometimes even unconsciously, leaning on An Wuji and crying bitterly.

Whenever this happens, Rong Qian secretly smiles.

Perhaps, this is the only benefit of his injury.

If there was no such incident, Qinggu would always be the tigress in An Wuji's eyes, and she would never show such a weak and helpless posture in front of An Wuji. And An Wuji will never have the courage to reach out and try to take care of this woman whose appearance is undesirable, but her heart is pure and beautiful.

The two people usually get along with each other, in fact, they are far closer than ordinary people, and all they need is a catalyst. And now it's like, well, it's all falling into place, is that my merit?

Rong Qian thought bitterly.

In the past few days, he has been in the palace, trapped in darkness, and can only perceive everything in the outside world from the sounds he hears, first, he has to pay desperately attention to the movements of the outside world, distracting his energy to alleviate the feeling of pain, and second, in the outside world, there are indeed people he cares about very much, so that he cannot but analyze and judge the person's information from all the sounds.

However, he couldn't know anything about Yan Rin.

These days, some are treated by the imperial doctors, some are carefully waited by the palace people, and some are visited and generously courteous by ministers and dignitaries. However, Yan Rin never came again.

Qinggu didn't care about the emperor, but An Wuji asked a few times, where did the subordinates in the palace dare to mention the emperor's behavior, and they only didn't know. No one would be around him to discuss everything about Yan Rin, not even the Imperial Physicians.

Rong Qian was restless in the dark.

At first, Yan Rin left him, and he was actually a little happy. You don't have to face him, he can always calm down. He didn't have to watch him look like he was all the time, maybe he wouldn't have to suffer like this all the time.

Besides, he is the emperor, and he must have many, many things to do at this time. If he only knows to stay at his bedside all day long, crying bitterly, it is too disappointing, and it is too disgraceful for him as a teacher.

But why didn't you even visit him for days on end?

In fact, his request is so simple, he doesn't need to guard him all the time, he doesn't need to cry for him, he doesn't need to worry about him, he just needs to say a few words to him, let him know whether his throat is cured or not. Just gently reach out to straighten out his clothes, shake his weak hand, and let him know that the injury on his hand has not been treated, right?

Fool, bastard, where did you run to?!

I know you're the Emperor, you have national affairs, you have to track down assassins, and you have a pregnant queen to take care of. You're busy, you're busy, but come and see me, sit next to me for a while, say a few words, don't you need a lot of free time?

At the very least, tell me, is there any war on the front line, have we fought against the Qin army, and what is the outcome of the battle? This is the first big war after you became pro-government, success or failure is related to your prestige in the court, your self-affirmation, and the happiness of many people in Dayan Kingdom, I am worried, do you know?

At the very least, tell me, how are the assassins being tracked? Who is the person who wants to kill you, who wants to harm you, has the hidden danger been eradicated, and what means are you going to use to deal with the immediate crisis? Do you know that I am not at ease, do you know that I am worried that the people behind the scenes will not succeed once and do it again?

Yan Rin, come and see me, you come and tell me, even if you think I fainted, like Qinggu, talk to me beside me, call me a few times, and let me feel at ease, okay?

Yan Rin, I'm worried, I'm very worried, whether your injuries have been cured, in the past few days, you haven't returned to Qinghua Palace, have you had a good rest, after the assassin incident, the safety in the palace, your guards, have you been re-strengthened, how did you deal with the whole thing?

Yan Rin, I'm really, really, worried......

Every day, every day, I am waiting for you, counting the time, bit by bit, I am looking forward to you.

Yan Rin, come and see me, okay?

I...... Want...... You came to see me...... That's all!