"How is he now? Has the imperial doctor seen it?Is he not doing well in the palace?" Zhuang Mengdie grabbed Zhuang Fuyao's arm tightly, and asked a series of questions in a panic, and the slight tremor in the palm of her hand was passed to Zhuang Fuyao in half of it.

Zhuang Fuyao stared at Zhuang Mengdie's eyes quietly, watching the eyes that were as clear as crystal quickly redden, and then filled with mist, the coldness and anger in her eyes quietly faded, replaced by a trace of imperceptible pity.

"Fei Yu, he has always missed you in the palace. Feeling Zhuang Mengdie's trembling, Zhuang Fuyao clenched her hand and said with a solemn expression.

Hearing Zhuang Fuyao say this, Zhuang Mengdie was stunned for a moment, and then it was difficult to restrain the sourness in her heart, and she slowly squatted on the ground, buried her face in her knees, and her shoulders couldn't stop trembling.

The sadness that had been suppressed for so long finally collapsed completely in Zhuang Fuyao's sentence "He has always missed you in the palace".

It was no longer difficult to restrain herself, she could no longer disguise, Zhuang Mengdie, who had been holding on, finally squatted on the ground without an image in front of Zhuang Fuyao and cried bitterly, her tears could no longer be stopped, she hit the hem of her clothes, and she also wet this piece of the world.

At this moment, Zhuang Mengdie couldn't take care of her, she shouldn't show such a fragile and embarrassing side in front of Zhuang Fuyao, and now she has completely succumbed to the sorrow in her heart.

What dignity, what face, can no longer be taken care of, and it is no longer important, at this moment, Zhuang Mengdie just wants to cry well, even if she knows that the most useless crying is useless, she can't change anything, let alone let her appear by Zhuang Feiyu's side immediately, but she just wants to cry well.

Tears burst out vigorously like a flood that bursts the embankment, unhindered and suppressed......

Zhuang Fuyao silently lowered her eyes and looked at Zhuang Mengdie who was crying bitterly, she had never seen Zhuang Mengdie crying so sadly, her third emperor sister, although she was sick and weak before, but her temperament was always stronger, even if she looked like she wanted to cry, but after a while, she would show a smiling face again.

Whether it is Zhuang Mengdie who is crying or Zhuang Mengdie who is crying silently, she used to cry with pear blossoms and rain, which was extremely cute. Zhuang Fuyao didn't know how many times she had been pretending before, but she knew that Zhuang Mengdie was really grief-stricken at the moment.

That day in the main hall, Zhuang Feiyu framed her in public, and then when she and Zhuang Mengdie met each other, Zhuang Fuyao finally knew the deep friendship between them, but she always thought that between her and Zhuang Mengdie, Zhuang Feiyu was even more inclined to the three emperor sisters who were always pitiful.

Zhuang Fuyao also didn't know how the affection between Zhuang Feiyu and Zhuang Mengdie had finally developed to that point. Is it because Zhuang Feiyu has lost his memory and stayed in the mind of an eight-year-old?

Zhuang Fuyao didn't know, she only knew that when she returned to Tianxuan again and saw her second and third emperor sisters again, they seemed to have begun to fall into the affection that should not have been.

This kind of thing, she complained about Zhuang Mengdie in her heart, Zhuang Feiyu's mind was limited, but she Zhuang Mengdie was not, but she allowed and connived at the two of them to get to this point, even if she was lost and difficult to extricate herself, she should never be seen through this matter, harming Zhuang Feiyu and herself.

At the same time, Zhuang Fuyao was also complaining to himself, why did he see the clues, but he only reminded Zhuang Mengdie slightly in words, if he could decisively intervene in this matter, would it be a different ending?

It's just that now Zhuang Feiyu's illness because of longing and Zhuang Mengdie's hug and crying made Zhuang Fuyao shake, perhaps, love a thing, I can't complain about them, I can't complain about the ignorant and innocent Zhuang Feiyu, and I can't complain about the deep love Zhuang Mengdie.

As long as they treat each other sincerely, why do they have to drive them to a dead end?

Zhuang Fuyao looked at Zhuang Mengdie, who was crying bitterly, slowly squatted down, and gently hugged her into his arms with open arms.

Zhuang Mengdie's body instinctively stiffened, but the next moment she hugged Zhuang Fuyao tightly, buried her head in Zhuang Fuyao's shoulders, her shoulders shook violently, and hot tears soon wet Zhuang Fuyao's shoulders and shirt.

"Mengdie, if you want to cry today, just cry enough. Zhuang Fuyao gently patted Zhuang Mengdie's vest, and her eyes showed distress.

Sister Eldest Emperor, did she really not blame me anymore? Zhuang Feiyu is now ignorant, but I am not, Sister Eldest Emperor, she can understand us, right? Actually, Sister Eldest Emperor has always been very good to Zhuang Feiyu and has been very good to herself, but the hatred she had buried in her heart before was too deep, so that she could see nothing but hatred and revenge.

"Sister Huanghuang, I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Zhuang Mengdie cried bitterly, hugged Zhuang Fuyao tightly, and kept saying sorry to her. All kinds of emotions that had been deposited in her heart for too long in the past broke out together, and she no longer wanted to empress it, nor did she have to suppress it anymore.

Zhuang Mengdie was in Zhuang Fuyao's arms, and let herself cry indulgently for a long, long time, until her throat was dry and she could barely cry anymore.

She nestled in Zhuang Fuyao's arms, the sobbing finally stopped, and the tears on her face slowly dried up, leaving only a pair of bloodshot eyes. Those smart, crystal-clear eyes have lost their former brilliance, only tiredness, pain, and vicissitudes.

Zhuang Mengdie was tired of crying, she closed her eyes quietly, and the things that had been pressed on her chest became inexplicably lighter at the moment, although they did not disappear completely, but she already felt a lot more relaxed, and she was able to get the understanding of the eldest sister, which was enough for her.

Thank you...... Sister Queen...... Zhuang Mengdie didn't say it, but she really missed Zhuang Fuyao in her heart.

Holding Zhuang Mengdie tightly and gently patting her constantly, Zhuang Fuyao gradually couldn't feel Zhuang Mengdie's sobbing, knowing that Zhuang Mengdie had cried enough, and the grief in her heart was also vented.

So, Zhuang Fuyan grabbed Zhuang Mengdie's shoulders with both hands, gently pushed her away, let her look into her eyes, and asked seriously and solemnly, word by word: "Mengdie, do you love non-fish?"

Zhuang Mengdie didn't expect that Zhuang Fuyao already knew about her and Zhuang Feiyu, but he still put this matter on the surface to ask questions, and couldn't help but be stunned.

All the sorrow came to her heart, Zhuang Mengdie narrowed her eyes slightly, the corners of her mouth hooked up an incomparably bitter smile, and said weakly: "Sister Emperor, I just cried, and the strength of my whole body seems to have been drained, all the fault is on me, but I have no strength to endure the reprimand......"

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