When Shuo woke up, he heard someone whispering something beside him in the fog.

Although the voice was a little stiff and indifferent, it was a gentle and deep tone, which made his heart feel extremely comfortable as if it had crossed the warm heat flow.

Previously, Shuo had been awake for a few moments, and in his memory, his entire body was cold and silent, but those dark red eyes always looked at him, biting his lip tightly, and sending a warm heat flow into his body, which relieved his cold body and made his heart settle down for no reason.

There are also a few times, all of which are memories when he opened his chaotic unconscious, those sparkling red eyes, as well as the long hair like flames, and the red clothes, all the time in front of his eyes, never left.

He even felt that as long as he saw this red, he felt unprecedented peace, and even the people in the world, the emperor of the palace, had nothing to do with him, and in his sight, only those crystal clear red eyes were enough.

These unique eyes, the flaming red hair, her red figure, and her gloomy back, I don't know how many times he has appeared in his dreams in the past six months, but the moment he touches it, it is fleeting.

God knows, as soon as he woke up, he saw how happy he was to see these red eyes that he missed so much.

If it weren't for the lack of physical strength, he even wanted to open his arms and hug her to see if he was dreaming, if he was still dreaming in those bitter and tasteless dreams on that distant frontier.

And in front of her, will she also disappear when she wakes up from the dream, he is still awake on the military couch as usual, shaking his head and smiling bitterly at his infatuation.

Shuo didn't know how he could worry about the last person in such a short period of time, and even go to war for her and risk his life to fight.

He only knew that if he didn't go, if she got married, he would blame himself bitterly for the rest of his life.

When she narrated in a gentle and low voice: "If you wake up, Jin Rong will definitely be very happy, she has stayed up for you, I don't know how many days and nights." ”

Shuo was a little stunned, it turned out that he was really not dreaming, the one in front of him was the real Wu Ling sitting in front of him.

He didn't even want to know how happy Jin Rong was, he just wanted to know if the person in front of him who really didn't know how many days and nights he had stayed up for himself would be happy.

From the moment he woke up and saw her, he knew that he might really be in love with this unique ...... Younger sister.

"That'...... What about you...... Do you ...... Looking forward to me...... Wake up? Shuo smiled slightly, pulled the corners of his weak mouth, hooked up a smile, and looked at Wu Ling who was looking down at the horns.

Wu Ling looked up and saw that the pair of faintly glowing dark golden mandarin duck pupils were looking at her, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her heart suddenly lost a beat.

The feeling of familiarity swept through the body again.

Just like seeing Rui once, looking at Rui's black eyes with some dark blue eyes, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.

Shuo too, the black, dark golden pupils also made her feel extremely familiar, as if engraved into the soul of the black gold.

People often say that the eyes are where the soul of people is, I wonder if I have seen their souls once upon a time, so when I look at the eyes formed by those souls, I will feel extremely familiar?

However, looking at those eyes, Wu Ling didn't know what to answer.

There were a lot of things I wanted to say and wanted to tell him, but suddenly it was as if they had all flown away, and I couldn't say a word.

"You...... You're awake. After hesitating for a long time, Wu Ling asked such a sentence.

She looked at Shuo's bright eyes, and sure enough, there was still a deep smile in those mandarin duck eyes...... The smile she once missed, clear, silent.

"Hmm." Shuo looked at Wu Ling with a smile, and there was a trace of emotion in his eyes that Wu Ling couldn't understand.

Wu Ling was suddenly a little dazed, not knowing what to say.

Obviously looking forward to him waking up, obviously wanting to see him smile to himself again, but when it really happened, Wu Ling felt that she was a little bit of a godless, and she didn't know what to do.

"Wu Ling......" Shuo suddenly said lightly.

"I'm here."

"If one day, this country has nothing to do with me, then we will leave together and fight against it...... Are ordinary brothers and sisters good? Shuo originally wanted to ask, it's good to be a fairy couple, but halfway through the words, he got stuck, and finally only squeezed out a blunt ordinary brother and sister.

The bitterness rippled in my heart, like a boulder smashed into a lake, bringing waves of cold ripples.

He can't, he can't let Wu Ling bear the charge of seducing his brother's cholera, he can't let Wu Ling become a sinner in the mouth of the people, and he can't let his father fall into the infamy of his children, so he can't say it.

He can't abandon the world, he can't abandon his father, he carries the mission of being an emperor, a man, and an heir, which is a bloodline debt and can never be abandoned.

So he couldn't escape, and he couldn't dream of anything else like ordinary people.

Still is...... Be his brother quietly, just love her.

As long as she is happy and well, it will be fine.

Wu Ling was shocked when she heard Shuo's words, and immediately her heart was sour, she pursed her lips, swallowed the bitterness in her throat, and squeezed out a smile and replied, "Okay." ”

They...... One day they are destined to be brothers and sisters, and they will be bound by secular ethics.

Even if the emperor doesn't recognize her as a righteous daughter, she is still the daughter of the emperor, and the seventh princess of the dynasty in the eyes of the world is quiet, and the emperor and the emperor are always brother and sister.

Forever, brother and sister.

Brother and sister...... The identity that can never be together, fate is so tricky, she is in love with her brother.

Or will he inherit the world in the future, as the emperor's brother!

Even if the emperor once jokingly asked her if she would like to marry Shuo, even if the emperor really let her be the emperor, what kind of waves should this monster bring to him?

Besides, with his scorching body, what qualifications does he have to talk about love? What qualifies him to be his wife?

"You...... You rest first, I'll go get you medicine......" Looking at Shuo's crystal clear eyes, Wu Ling was completely flustered.

For the first time in her life, she fled as if she were flying.

There was a faint laugh behind him, and there was also a faint bitterness, just like Wu Ling's heart.

Wu Ling didn't know what was wrong with her, her cheeks were hot, I don't know if it was because of the aura in her body, her heart was beating fast, and the whole person felt like she was being burned by a fire.

"Huh? Princess? ”

"What are you doing here?" As soon as Wu Ling opened the door, she saw Shi Lan listening to something with her ears close to her ear at the door, and was startled by Wu Ling's sudden opening of the door.

"That...... Shi Lan wanted to ask if the emperor had woken up, Shi Lan stewed soup for the emperor and the princess to drink...... Shi Lan smiled, raised the lunch box in his hand, and glanced inside the door.

"Well, wake up." Wu Ling turned to the side and instructed, "You serve here, I'll go get medicine for him." ”

"Yes." Shilan answered and carried the food box into the house.

Wu Ling sighed and turned to go out.

Last time, because there were not enough medicinal materials, I only caught it for three days, so I booked some with the shopkeeper first, and since Shilan was there, then I should also go to catch the medicine.

The weather is sunny, the winter sun is shining, and the people on the street have become more numerous, Wu Ling went out of the house, and saw a lot of people, and half of the noisy street was full of stalls, and he felt that it was lively and lively, and his heart was also happy.

Although many people pay attention to their differences, Wu Ling did not feel embarrassed this time.

She is like this, she can't hide, she can't escape, since God has given her this blood, then she can only accept it calmly.

It doesn't matter how many people are afraid of her, it doesn't matter how many people avoid her, the important thing is that she herself should not avoid her, nor should she be afraid.

The cries of hawkers were endless, and many vendors were trying to sell their wares to passers-by, and although they were so cold that their mouths were spewing out large swells of cool air, they were still smiling happily, recommending their products to the passers-by.

But there are still some passers-by whose faces are in a hurry, as if they are in a hurry to see something?

Along the way, Wu Ling walked with the crowd, and vaguely heard several of them chatting about words such as 'girl' and 'suicide', and couldn't help but listen to a few more words.

Before she could get to the pharmacy, Wu Ling found the reason for the commotion in the crowd.

It was a very ornate and magnificent house, unlike the others, it was three floors high, the first floor was supported by four carved jade pillars, each stone pillar was filled with all kinds of rare flowers, the upper two floors were hung with red lanterns, and the highest part was hung with a gold-lettered signboard that read "Drunken Phoenix Tower".

This building looks extravagant, more beautiful than some houses in the imperial palace, carved beams and paintings, extremely exquisite.

Wu Ling doesn't go out much, so she hasn't heard of this drunken Huang Tower, but it looks so beautiful that she can't help but wonder what it does.

The name of this building is also so good, Zuihuang Building, Wu Ling guessed, maybe it is a place like a teahouse restaurant.

But at this moment, many people stopped downstairs in this drunken Huang Building, and they all looked up at something.

Wu Ling followed their line of sight and looked over there, and saw a woman in a pink gauze dress, standing on the railing of the third floor, as if she was about to jump down.

Although Wu Ling stood in the outermost layer of the crowd, she could still see the woman's appearance clearly, but she saw a lock of silk-like hair dancing gently with the breeze, distant mountain-like eyebrows, a pair of phoenix eyes that were charming and a little sad and lamenting, Yao nose and lips, delicate skin like crisp snow, thin as a swallow, even comparable to the concubines in the imperial palace.

How could such a beautiful woman not think of committing suicide?

What puzzled Wu Ling was that many men and women were talking and persuading, but more of them were watching the excitement, and one of them shouted: "Jump! Jump! Uncle pick you up!"

Wu Ling frowned, thinking in her heart, this person is so vicious, if other women want to commit suicide, he can say such frivolous words, as frivolous as Ma Qingfei.

Just as she was thinking, the woman suddenly sobbed, closed her eyes and opened her arms and jumped down, the corners of her pink skirt flying in the wind, as beautiful as a flying butterfly.