Jiang Ruo was lying on the hospital bed and never woke up, just like a sleeping beauty cursed by a witch in a fairy tale, who needed a destined prince to kiss and wake up.

When the people discussed the order of the vigil every night, there was a lot of conflict.

For no other reason, everyone wants to sleep with her.

Even if it's just lying together.

But the problem is that there are only two positions around her, and she can only accommodate two men to lie on the bed together at the same time.

Pei Hanlou has bad legs and feet, and it is inconvenient to take care of Jiang Ruo back and forth, but he is quite self-aware, and he does not seize this opportunity to take advantage of it at all, and pretends to be a decent gentleman, which makes the other four disdainful.

Wen Huai and Wen Yuan can still lie down together amicably and take care of their wives together, but if Cen Mo and Huo Jinting are allowed to lie together, I'm afraid it is...

Jiang Ruo had to be woken up when he quarreled.

The matter of the vigil can only fall on Wen Huai and Wen Yuan in the end.

In fact, except for Huo Jinting, Cen Mo can partner with others to keep vigil, whether it is Wen Huai or Wen Yuan, he does not have so much anger and resentment.

Especially after the fight with Wen Yuan in country Y before, he couldn't say that Wen Yuan was completely respectful, but he was also a little polite.

And Wen Huai and Wen Yuan also looked at Huo Jinting unpleasantly.

For Huo Jinting's dog, no one really welcomed him, but he refused to leave with a dead face, licking his old face to make amends.

It's night.

Wen Yuan held Jiang Ruo's warm hand, choked up and begged wetly: "Little Ruo'er, wake up quickly, we are all waiting for you, and the children miss you too."

Although it is now known what caused her to fall unconscious, there is no antidote for a long time, and the medical team can only study day and night, and must strive to restore her sanity and senses within half a year, so that there is still a little room to wake up.

"She'll wake up." Wen Huai is extremely firm and extremely convinced.

His little princess would not bear to abandon him, as well as the children.

They have survived so many ups and downs, separated, and finally kept the flowers blooming and seeing the moon, life has just begun, God will not be so cruel and ruthless, let him lose his wife, let the children lose their mother.

Wen Huai's eyes darkened, "That woman still refuses to hand over the antidote?"

Another week passed, and in the blink of an eye and a half moon, the time left for them became more and more urgent.

It's now the end of October, the early winter is coming, the cold wind is cold, everything is sleeping, Jiang Ruo hasn't woken up for a long time, this year's warm and gentle birthday, obviously can't be passed.

Wen Yuan clenched his fists, and his eyes burst out with a cold and sharp killing intent without hesitation, "I asked people to search through her house, but they didn't find anything."

Outside the window, the night was darkening, like a dormant monster, and the air was particularly oppressive.

The trees were stripped of their clothes by the sub-zero chill of winter, the leaves turned yellow and fell at an imperceptible rate, and the branches stretched in the void were lonely and desolate, and their roots stood bare between heaven and earth, accustomed to endure the wind, rain and frost of winter.

The icy northwest wind blew through, stirring the treetops, and the shuttle rattled and reflected in the windows.

"Don't let her die easily." Wen Huai, who has always been gentle and indifferent, and who is not alarmed when encountering trouble, rarely exudes a murderous atmosphere, which is very strong and strong.

Wen Yuan's methods, he knew very well, and he would definitely torture that damn woman so that she couldn't live or die.

Wen Yuan nodded: "Don't worry, she won't think about it in the next life."

Dare to provoke their group of Yama kings, she is better off waiting for life than death!

..

For half a month, Yun Ruo was still a dead duck with a hard mouth, and no amount of torture could pry open her rotten mouth.

Since she didn't want to speak, Wen Yuan pulled out her teeth and cut out her tongue, which became more and more miserable.

Under Wen Yuan's vicious torture, Yun Ruo only had one body left, and he was hung for his life by various drugs, and he was still breathing.

She was placed in an iron bucket, revealing only a head and a disfigured face, and her entire body was shaved in a horrific manner.

"Woooooooo Yun Ruo's vocal cords were destroyed, he couldn't make a normal sound, his body twitched, and he could only whine hoarsely like a ghost, gradually sharp and piercing.

The torture crushed her soul, and the pain was like a thousand poisonous insects gnawing at her flesh, making her regret her mistakes.

Wen Yuan looked at her condescendingly, there was no trace of superfluous emotion in his gloomy and bloodthirsty peach blossom eyes, and his slender fingers picked up the blade and slashed towards the top of her smooth head, and blood splattered instantly.

His calm narration tone suddenly became bitterly cold, "Xiao Ruo'er doesn't wake up for a day, you will be a person for a day, I want to see how long you can last."

"Woo!" Yun Ruo resisted him, a pair of eyes that were still intact burst into tears, like a flood with a floodgate wide open, suddenly sweeping his face, blood and tears mixed together, and inspired potential pain.

Wen Yuan: "It's not that easy to die."

cut off her tongue, also afraid that she would bite her tongue and kill herself.

"Woooooooo

Before leaving, Wen Yuan instructed his subordinates to continue to give her medicine, refusing to let her die happily.

..

In order to make Jiang Ruo wake up as soon as possible, this group of men tried all methods, but they couldn't do it one by one, and they returned in vain.

If medicine can't work, we hope for metaphysics.

Wen Yuan would get up at sunrise every morning, kowtow to the Buddha without moving, and pray for Jiang Ruo's blessings.

And this worship is three months, not missing a day, full of sincerity.

At the same time, Jiang Ruo also lay down for a full hundred days.

The time is gradually coming to January, and the imperial capital is about to usher in the Spring Festival, and the streets are lit up everywhere and are full of joy.

For Jiang Ruo's men, this New Year's excitement is not enough to dispel their now gray and heavy world.

Jiang Ruo still couldn't wake up.

The medicine stone has no spirit.

They had tried to talk to her day and night to stimulate her nerves, but to her dishearteningness, she never gave a reaction, never seeing blood and sleeping lifelessly.

In the middle of winter, snow falls all over the sky, and the wind whines.

Wen Yuan stood in the bleak and lonely wind and snow, like branches covered with white cedars, and his body was long and straight.

He didn't have an umbrella, and let the crystal snowflakes curl in the air like a gossamer, gradually and silently falling on his shoulders, covering him with a layer of cold.

The snow is as endless as a light flocculent, paved with thousands of steps and snow-white, and the surrounding water mist is thick, cold and damp.

Wen Yuantong's eyes were red, and he climbed the stairs, bowing step by step, just to ask Jiang Ruo to wake up safely.

until they came to the temple.

Men abandon pride and kowtow reverently in front of the Buddha.

He has always been working for Jiang Ruo to get better and better.

Now for her, I am willing to be a good man and a woman, no matter how unruly she is, she is willing to bow her head.

When the temple presiding officer saw the man coming every day, he couldn't help but be a little curious: "The donor is so pious, what is the so-called?"

Wen Yuan: "Pray for my wife."

The heavy snow closed the city, and some people braved the howling cold wind and snow particles all over their bodies, stepping on the stone steps covered with heavy snow and unable to see, kowtowing and worshipping.

And in the midst of this heavy snowfall, Jiang Ruo woke up.