The clear cold incense permeated the dormitory, which was originally used to calm the mind, but now it was like a cloud of smoke, making the young people in the hall fall into layers of illusion.

This morning, the little sick ghost fed him medicine again.

However, she seemed to have something on her mind, so she either had myrrh in the spoon or poured it on him.

In desperation, he could only bow his head.

The medicine was sweet, so sweet that he thought the little sick ghost must have done it on purpose......

Because she looked at him and smiled, and reached out and touched his head.

It was a good feeling, and he loved it.

Sitting quietly at the mahogany table, Feng Wuyan recalled just now over and over again, as if he couldn't hear the hustle and bustle outside the hall, and silently picked up the chopsticks.

Shredded potatoes with green peppers, tomato and egg drop soup, braised pork with hibiscus, steamed anchovies......

The little sick ghost picked up the chopsticks with a smile, and was picking up vegetables for him, while looking down and not knowing what he was thinking.

Finally, when the meal was over, he naturally got up and tried to hug the girl who was walking towards him, press her against the wall, and give her a kiss that he took for granted.

He didn't think about why the kiss was taken for granted, and he didn't think about whether he had eaten before.

Until he found out......

His fingers ran through the other's body.

How so?

It must have been his delusion.

Reach out a second time, reach out three times, reach out four times, reach out five times......

Finally, he found that this little sick ghost who had been standing by his side couldn't touch, hug, or kiss......

How so?

That's impossible......

When pigs fly!

So, he began to go crazy trying to grab the other party, trying to hold her firmly in his arms. At the same time, there are also the fragmentary, fragmented, and powerless images of him sitting on the edge of the bed.

He felt that everything was fine in front of him, always smiled at him, and never suffered from illness The little sick ghost is real......

But the images that came to his mind as he couldn't touch the other party were telling him over and over again that he was a waste and that he couldn't protect anything.

His mother died for him, his clan protected him, and his master gave him all his life's work, but he ended up dying with a broken vein.

And what about him?

He couldn't save anyone, he couldn't even protect a little sick ghost, he could only watch her fall in front of him again and again.

What qualifications does he have to like her like this? And keep her with yourself?

If she had let the little sick ghost choose for herself, she probably wouldn't have looked at him more......

It's like at this moment, no matter how hard he tries, he can't touch her.

That's right, that's it.

Slowly putting down the hand that was trying to pull the other party, Feng Wuyan just stood quietly in place, he didn't know how long he had been standing like this, he was just in a trance, and heard two familiar voices.

"Niangniang, Niangniang, are you alright...... Doctor! Xi Yang, call the Imperial Doctor! ”

"Go and call Wen Susu back, the concubine is not good again!"

One is Angelica dahurica.

One is Shen Mian.

And also......

At this moment, Feng Wuyan seemed to remember something, and walked towards the outside of the Heart Cultivation Hall step by step.

His pace grew faster and faster, and at last, he saw the figure that he had in mind again.

There is no palace skirt with bright colors and intricate embroidery, and there is no delicate and delicate with a smile full of bad water, her skirt is snow-white, green silk is like a waterfall, and her eyes are red......

I'm crying.

She's crying.

In an instant, the illusion that Feng Wuyan had carefully woven for himself collapsed, and all the peace and comfort were withdrawn from life, replaced by an almost suffocating pain.

He had never seen a little sick ghost crying, so he couldn't piece together everything in front of him.

So, is it a little sick ghost who came to him?

As if answering his heart, the girl let the tears and blood slide down her face, but for the first time she trembled, and said very squeamishly:

"It hurts...... Feng Wuyan, I hurt so much......"

This sentence is less than ten words, but each word is sealing Wuyan's heart.

Don't think deeply, don't explore, don't break ......

He didn't know how many days he had been immersed in fantasies, he only knew that he had hurt the person who mattered most to him, a person who had to come to him with his illness even when he was terminally ill.

He's a bastard, he's not human.

So when Bai Zhi immediately wanted to reach out and hug Xiao Xiruo, and Shen Mian rushed out to call the imperial doctor and the stretcher, a figure swept into Xiao Xiruo's blurred vision.

Hugged her tightly as she did every time she fainted in front of him.

In a trance, she heard the familiar voice that always gently coaxed her.

He said, "If you are good, it doesn't hurt", he said, "I was wrong, I am", he said, "I will never leave you alone, never again"......

Xiao Xiruo remembered that she said "yes", but she didn't know if her big beauty heard it.

Outside the Heart Cultivation Palace, a group of imperial doctors poured into the temple under the summons of Shen Mian. Some people take the medicine in the box, and some people pull the needle in the bag.

And the most stark contrast to them is Chu Jiaojiao, who was a doctor before and is now a thug.

The imperial doctors were eager to save people's hearts, but Chu Jiaojiao had already slaughtered Lu Liang in front of him and the group of dog officials who were with Lu Liang over there.

It's too much!

This group of people is just too much!

If it weren't for them, the sick beauty could have recuperated in bed, and two days later she would have gone out of the palace with her to eat antique soup!

She doesn't know what the situation is, she only knows that the sick beauty is good to her, so she can't see others bullying the sick beauty!

With such thoughts, Chu Jiaojiao's hands became more and more black.

At first, Lu Liang could still scream, but now there is only a silent muffled snort.

Chu Jiaojiao didn't use poison, but punched him straight to the flesh......

Lu Liang had heard the sound of his bones breaking more than once, three places, at least three places......

Lu Liang didn't scream, because he didn't have the strength to scream, but he didn't scream, but there were people shouting in front of the door of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Because after Xiao Xiruo was helped into the Heart Nourishing Hall by Bai Zhi, the eight officials led by Shi Wei and Wang Zheng were immediately arrested by Xue Xue and others, and Xi Yang arranged them on the bench in an orderly manner.

During this period, because there were a few fewer stools, Xi Yang also ordered someone to move them again.

While preparing, he said in a sharp voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't blame the Sprinkle family, it's really our mother's unique preferences, and this family should be neat and tidy. This trouble is, and so is the beating. ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to emphasize to the group of little eunuchs under Shen Mian, such as "You must beat people neatly", "If you don't tidy up, the mother will be angry", "If the mother is angry, don't talk about the family, even the emperor can't stop it"......

But the group of little eunuchs really listened to it, and they just played a board, and even shouted one, two, three.

In this regard, in addition to the ghost crying wolf howl, Shi Wei and the others who were beaten could only curse Xiao Xiruo over and over again in their hearts, thinking that they themselves were not happy, and they would never let her Xiao Xiruo be better!