Moving back to Changhuan Palace, Chen Jiaojiao's life has returned to the prototype calmly.

Everything remained the same, her clothes, jewelry, and fat powder were all unharmed.

The supply was also abundant, much stronger than in that small dilapidated house.

There are only her and Xiaoyue in the hall, and the two of them live just right, chatting to relieve boredom.

She didn't allow herself to think of anything in the past, he still had the blood of her Chen family on his hands, but he once saved her life, so what!

Satsuki is skillful, and she brarts her hair when she is bored.

Chen Jiaojiao spread out all her hairpins one by one, and Xiaoyue smiled and said that she didn't know how it would happen to use all of them to braid her hair.

"Yes, yes."

She looked at herself in the mirror with great interest, and her head was stuck one in the other, like a disc.

The two of them giggled happily and kept adjusting the angle to make more hairpins have a place to stay.

"Plug it in, there's still room here."

"No, Your Highness, it's blocked from behind."

"It's only two, come on, come on."

"Your Highness is so funny like this, hahahahaha, look."

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the cold wind poured in, and Chen Jiaojiao shook her heavy head to look over.

He Shuming gasped twice, as if he had run over, grabbed her hand, and didn't have time to speak.

"Come with me."

Chen Jiaojiao let out a low voice, and was pulled out by him in confusion.

Running wildly on the snow, she struggled with her hand in confusion, "General He, what are you going to do?" ”

He Shuming cleared his throat and dragged her to Yongming Palace, "Your Majesty has a headache, you go and take a look." ”

Chen Jiaojiao stood up violently, but he staggered two steps, she tried hard to pull his hand away, "What's the use of you looking for me." ”

"It's an order."

It was rare for him to be really angry, Chen Jiaojiao was helplessly dragged by him and dragged outside the Yongming Palace.

"You let me in, I can make Your Majesty better. Ay! You called Chen Jiaojiao to come, didn't you want to anger Your Majesty. ”

Chen Zhen held this bag of tiger and wolf medicine in his hand, and wanted to take advantage of the weakness to enter, but was stopped by Fifteen.

She was anxious to go in, and she didn't care about the words.

Swept by Fifteen's sharp eyes, she shut up again.

Chen Jiaojiao is full of hairpin jewelry, like a dress up rag doll, with a dull head.

Standing at the door, I still didn't know if I wanted to go in or not.

He Shuming walked up two steps and looked down at her, "Can you enter?" ”

His inquiry was nothing more than an ultimatum.

Chen Jiaojiao met his gaze, even if she didn't let herself remember, she still remembered.

He hadn't been able to go in and see her that year.

"Enter!"

She lifted the hem of her skirt and brushed it past Chen Zhen.

The past is in the past, and it should be her now!

"Why should my sister go in and die, now it's only useful for me to go in!"

"Okay."

No one paid attention to her, He Shuming knocked on the door and pushed it open.

Chen Jiaojiao was just about to walk in, when a cup slammed out of the door and shattered on the ground.

"Get out!"

The man's suppressed and violent voice came out, Chen Jiaojiao was startled, was protected by He Shuming, pulled to the side, and narrowly avoided it.

"Your Majesty."

She spoke, and the man propped up at the table stiffened his back.

He Shuming caught it, pushed her in directly, closed the door, and handed everything over to her.

The hall was quiet, and Chen Zhen was still talking a lot outside, "She can only send her to death when she goes in, let me in, I am Princess Zhaoren, Your Majesty's life-saving benefactor, Your Majesty treats me differently." ”

Chen Jiaojiao took a deep breath and took two steps forward. The floor was a mess, mostly swept down from the table.

Mixed with shards of glass, tea, messy.

He propped up the table in one hand and the long sword in the other, propped up on the ground, as if supporting his body.

Chen Jiaojiao took two more steps closer and whispered, "Your Majesty? ”

"Get out."

The headache made him unconscious, and his internal organs burned like pain, Qi Yan forced himself to speak, he was not sure what he would do.

"Is Your Majesty unwell?"

"Can't I tell you to get out of the way!"

Chen Jiaojiao blinked, and saw that his arm propped up on the table trembled slightly, as if he couldn't stand still.

Little by little, she stepped in, slipped under his arm, and put her arms around his waist and his shoulders.

Qi Yan stiffened violently, and the aura on her body invaded unreasonably.

He frowned, and the irritability was even worse.

Just as she wanted to pull her away, she said in a muffled voice, "He used to say that it would be good to hug." ”

His headache is not a day or two anymore, it used to be just a hug.

Nothing needs to be said.

When I first met, he had more than a dozen headaches a year, and she was really frightened for the first time.

He cut himself with a knife to barely stay awake.

Xu is a mother believes in Buddhism, and the Buddha incense is lit in the hall, and she will rub some on her body.

It would have been better for her to be closer to him, and then she would hug him.

When hugging, she could hear his heavy gasps, and knowing that he was in pain when he had a headache, she reluctantly hugged him.

After that, it hurt a little bit, and it got better, but now it seems to be getting worse again.

Qi Yan's hand paused, he didn't want to hurt people when he wasn't sober, so he locked himself here, but he didn't expect her to break in and refuse to leave.

Holding him, Chen Jiaojiao didn't know why she wanted to cry, and her tears wet his shoulders.

A feeling of familiarity and yet strangeness.

"We can't go back, can we?"

She knew she was asking stupidly, and they had never been the same since the day he decided to rebel.

Qi Yan laughed, closed his eyes and pulled her out of his arms, "Who wants to go back with you." Chen Jiaojiao, you are the princess of Da Chen, what about me. Do you want to go back, I don't want to, stay in your hands and become your plaything, there will always be a day when you get tired of playing. ”

"Get out."

He took her arm and pushed her forward.

Blood and roars flashed back in front of him, and he was told to run, run, hide, and live.

The tinnitus was getting up, he couldn't control himself anymore, and she couldn't stay here anymore.

Chen Jiaojiao took a deep look at his back, whispered that I know, turned around and walked out.

The sound of her footsteps walking out came out, and Qi Yan's head was torn apart, and her heart seemed to be pierced.

Fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and he knelt down on one knee unsupportably and vomited blood.

His hand slid down and grabbed the blade, the pain briefly sobering him up.

The pain of self-harm also made him happy, and he continued to increase the strength in his hands. The palm of the hand was slit, and the blood flowed down it, and soon it coalesced on the ground.

Chen Jiaojiao turned her head for a moment, her eyes stained red with his blood, "Your Majesty! ”

She ran back and hurriedly supported him, "Your Majesty let go." Let go, let go, okay. ”

She didn't dare to pull his hand, and carefully broke his fingers, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and she looked up at him with drooping scarlet eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

She carefully stroked his face, and he vomited blood to the point that he couldn't breathe, and there was no temperature on his body at all. The pupils dilated, and he opened his mouth slightly with difficulty to breathe.

The blood stained his lips and teeth, and her hands red, and she trembled and kept shedding tears, "What the hell is wrong with you, it wasn't so bad before." ”

He squirmed his lips and teeth, and she couldn't tell what he was trying to say, anxiously wiping the blood from his mouth.

But he couldn't wipe it clean at all, and he still kept vomiting blood.

Chen Jiaojiao cried and pressed it against his forehead, letting him lean on his shoulder and gasp, "I'll go and ask for a doctor, Your Majesty." ”

Qi Yan pressed her hand and shook her head.

She felt sorry for him, she pitied him, and he finally made her worry again.

"Ah Wu," tears blocked her throat, and she called him that again.

Qi Yan closed his eyes and responded silently.

Chen Jiaojiao caressed his heart and rubbed it for him, "Ah Wu, breathe, Ah Wu." ”

His breath became weaker and weaker, and Chen Jiaojiao was anxious, and she increased her strength in her hands.

The blood loss made his face pale without a trace of blood, and his whole body was stiff and cold.

"Are you cold?"

Qi Yan hummed, feeling that she hugged herself extra hard, trying to pass on her temperature to him.

"Is there any better, is there anything uncomfortable?"

He seemed to be out of breath, Chen Jiaojiao's heart was torn apart, gently rubbing his face, and calling him over and over again.

There was so much blood that she was so scared that she didn't dare to look at it, afraid that he would disappear into the bloodstains.

Feeling his breath calm down, she spoke, "Can I help you bandage the wounds on your hands?" ”

She coaxed him gently, and Qi Yan obediently stretched out his hand to her. Watch as she ties her handkerchief to his hand and ties a beautiful bow.

Her tears fell on her face, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were falling from her jaw, "Don't cry." ”

"Do you have any medicine to take, I'll get it."

Qi Yan shook his head again, in fact, there was, but he didn't want to eat it.

I didn't bother him with a headache this time, I just vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and it was not a big deal.

Xu is always extraordinarily hypocritical when someone cares, but it's not serious.

She cried worse than him, Qi Yan felt a little funny, and laughed in a low voice.

Feeling the trembling of his laughter, Chen Jiaojiao snorted, wiped away her tears, and was very unhappy that he didn't value his body like this, "Your Majesty can still laugh!" ”

How did it change back again, Qi Yan opened his mouth to bite her tender earlobe, and bit it twice dissatisfiedly, leaving blood-red tooth marks.

At this moment, he didn't want to care about anything else, he just wanted to be her Ah Wu, just for a short while.

"Ahh

It hurt a little, and Chen Jiaojiao pushed him angrily.

Qi Yan snorted, covering his heart as if he was in pain.

Chen Jiaojiao was frightened again, hugged him, and shed tears with a sigh.

As if begging him not to die in bed that year, Qi Yan closed his eyes tiredly.

The two didn't speak again, he leaned on her shoulder, one hand around her waist, and she put her arms around his neck.

Once again, they became each other's dependence.