In the green branches of the Mushui Palace, the incense burner was slowly burning, and Ning Rusong and He Yue sat on the couch embracing each other, lingering, and the ink and light lotus clothes overlapped together.

He Yue tiredly dealt with Ning Rusong, and suddenly Ning Rusong stopped making a sound, he let go of his hand, and then leaned over, Shu Huajun's cold face had no expression, he looked at He Yue, and slowly stretched out his hand to lift her face, "Yueyue, in fact, Lone really wants to ask you, is it so tired to be with Lone?" ”

She is sick, her spirit is not as good as before, and what she naturally covers up is not as good as before, and her perfunctory attitude is too obvious.

He Yue felt the coldness of Ning Rusong's fingers, she avoided her side face, stepped back, and supported one hand on the soft pillow, she had gone through Mo'er's matter before, and now Ning Rusong was forcing him again, her mind was too draining, she only felt weak in her legs now, and her whole body was weak.

Melancholy and irritability flooded her heart, she stood up half-straight, her beautiful complexion showed indifference, under this emotion, she actually wanted to laugh, but she couldn't make a laughing expression, "Your Highness, the concubine is just sick." ”

Ning Rusong's chest was sour and unspeakable, her internal organs were in deep pain, she was always prevaricating him, but she was sick, he couldn't be angry, Yueyue was very sick.

He put one leg slightly bent on the couch, his waist naturally bent down, his fingers trembled slightly to spread He Yue's scattered hair, and held her face with both hands, "Yueyue is well, can you like Lonely?" ”

"Lone likes you." Ning Rusong was almost talking about love, but his voice was hoarse and condensed, and he lowered his eyes and poked straight into He Yue's eyes without any affection, he felt that his heart was being pulled up at the moment, and it was crumpled into a ball in an instant.

"Lone really likes you, after you get well, we should stay together." Ning Rusong continued to deceive himself.

Should he blame? He really didn't know that He Yue had always been acting?

He just kept indulging in false warmth, and then all this was completely revealed today, but if he really loves someone, he is not willing to hurt her no matter what.

Ning Rusong has lost the qualification to hold a sword, his legs and feet are bound and embarrassed, he is the loser in this relationship, but He Yue is really not a winner, she is an innocent person who was forcibly pulled into the game.

"Let me go." He Yue raised her arm to hold his wrist, her eyes were full of sorrow when the candle flame was lit up, and she finally hooked up a smile, extremely bitter, "I can't live long, how can I stay with you for a long time?" Let me be at ease for the last time, and I will show you your affection. ”

Ning Rusong's body stiffened, half-holding deep phoenix eyes, and did not respond to her, let her go?

"Yueyue, Lone will find you a famous doctor all over the world." In the end, Ning Rusong replied to the question and said this sentence.

His expression was faintly sad and begging, but he still couldn't hide the strength of his essence, his inferiority was buried too deeply, he couldn't let go, he couldn't wait to lock everything he wanted to have around him, how greedy.

He Yue finally couldn't hold back anymore, lowered his head slightly, his always straight back bent down, and his voice choked, "I'm not going to do it, you have to detain me." ”

Her thick eyelashes trembled, and for the first time she cut open her truest heart to show him, "I hate you! ”

As soon as the word disgust came out, Ning Rusong's body shook for a moment, as if a steel nail pierced his knee bone, he let go of the hand holding He Yue's cheeks, and held it on the side of the couch, his tall body was a little swaying.

"It doesn't matter." Ning Rusong muttered, "It's Gu who did something wrong before, and Gu will change it later." ”

At the beginning, Ning Rusong was thinking, no one knew better than himself, he regarded He Yue as a plundered object, he purposefully domesticated her step by step into a submissive princess, he imprisoned her in the East Palace, he felt at that time, he would always have a greasy day, so he didn't care, even if he was interested later, he also felt that everything was under control, He Yue couldn't break free from his control.

But everything is going the other way, he smiled desolately, his eyes were red, he couldn't pretend to be warm after all, he couldn't be a good person, he hugged He Yue on his lap strongly, and said word by word, "I will change, your illness will be better, you can't go!" ”

He Yue was dizzy under the anger, and the corners of his lips were oozing blood, and he fell on Ning Rusong's body, his face was sad, and blood dripped down the corners of her lips on his clothes.

"Yueyue!" Ning Rusong caught her soft body, her eyes red.

"Go and call all the doctors!" Ning Rusong roared hysterically, and the bruises on his forehead burst out.

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On the first night of coming to Ruihe Garden, the crown princess's illness was even worse, and she heard that she vomited blood, and she was really a poor person who was embarrassed and emotional!

Mo'er personally watched the imperial doctor's decoction in the pharmacy, and her lips opened and closed and she still asked, "Is there really no possibility of reversing the crown princess's illness?" ”

The imperial physician who decocted the medicine sighed sadly, holding a fan in his hand and constantly fanning the medicine stove, "If we can save it, how can we be sad like this?" Tell me if that's the case? ”

"The crown princess is a congenital disease, unless the Bodhisattva Nadala is blessed now, no one can do anything." The imperial doctor pinched the lid with a handkerchief and opened it to check the degree of medicine cooking, an old face was anxious, "The most important thing about this disease is to take care of it well, not to be angry, the mind must be calm, the joy and sorrow are the most draining, what the princess lacks is the mind, as a personal palace maid, you must also persuade the princess more!" ”

Mo'er twisted her fingers uncomfortably, "I wrote down what the imperial doctor said." ”