Thinking of this, Yun Mumu's heart was desolate for a while.

The nominal husband slept like a pig, and in the end he had something to do, and he had to be a nominal lover to stand up for himself.

She was angry, lay on the side of the bed, and reached out to pound Duan Yixi: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty ...... Emperor"

Duan Yixi fell asleep in a daze, was woken up by Yun Mumu, and responded in a trance, "What's wrong?" ”

"You said before that you didn't care about the government and only cared about the war, and at that time the government was all taken care of by Ning Yuanqing?"

"Well, yes, what's wrong?" Duan Yixi opened his black eyes and looked at Yun Mumu in a daze.

In fact, he didn't sleep just now, and he heard everything that happened in the atrium clearly.

It's just that he is like this, he can't do anything, so incompetent that he wants to hammer himself to death.

He was dark, angry, and self-reproachful.

But he could only lie here like a dead dog, unable to do anything.

How nice it would be if the person who went out to protect her just now was herself?

It's just that he can't do anything, so he can only pretend to be dead until Yun Mumu comes in and shakes him awake.

After listening to Duan Yixi's words, Yun Mumu fell into deep thought.

Is it really him?

As soon as he saw him, Yun Mumu would remember the incident of Zhou Cheng's family of sixty-four people dying in vain.

If it was Ning Yuanqing who dealt with the government at that time, then? Could the person who poisoned the sixty-four members of Zhou Cheng's family in prison be Ning Yuanqing?

If that's the case, then what is the purpose of this Ning Yuanqing doing this?

Could it be because he couldn't win over the stubborn old man Li Changde, the servant Siqing, who killed the whole family to vent his hatred?

Or is it because Ning Yuanqing has a personal vendetta with the Li family at all?

Because of his own incompetence, Duan Yixi didn't dare to interrupt Yun Mumu's contemplation.

In this way, he looked sideways and looked at Yun Mumu's forty-five-degree perfect side face.

He wanted to reach out, reach out and touch this woman's face, he wanted to hold this woman in his arms, the kind tightly.

In the past, he only knew about war, and he had no interest in love, women, or anything.

I never thought that I would have such a day, such an urgent urge to embrace a woman in my arms.

In his heart, he was even thinking that if he got better, he would forgive her for those bad things with Duan Yiyao.

So can he keep her around like this all the time?

The two of them, just like that, pondered for a long, long time with their own inner drama......

In the evening, the temperature suddenly dropped again, and the sky was still drifting with snowflakes, Yun Mumu stood in front of the window lattice, lifted the scarlet felt, and watched the snowflakes falling in the sky outside.

I feel that this weather is as unpredictable as people's hearts.

It's still a sunny day, but why is it that the snow is falling at night?

Zhou Cheng came over to give Duan Yixi an injection as usual, he used to hum and chirp, Duan Yixi, who had an ugly face, was very quiet tonight.

just lay there quietly, letting Zhou Cheng prick him with more than a dozen stitches, without saying a word, as if he was unconscious.

Zhou Cheng, a little black man who is harmed by his appearance, is embarrassed to tie more.

Therefore, Zhou Cheng hastily pricked dozens of stitches tonight and stopped.

Then he gave Bingqiao a list of taboos as exaggerated as he described, and left in a hurry with the medicine box.

Tonight, the atmosphere in Lingyun Hall is not right, and the tyrant is not right, so he slipped away first.

Lest one accidentally move his own head.