Fast travel to hunt down blackened villains

Chapter 41 The Tyrant's Soft Queen (39)
When Anyang was about to look up to see who it was, a generous palm pressed on the back of her head.

"It's freezing."

The hoarse and low figure came, making Anyang's body tremble reflexively.

"I didn't! I'm going to say goodbye, let me go, let me go!"

The sickly man suddenly yelled in fear, tearing through the fog and piercing Chang Ruocheng's ears.

"I know."

Anyang's violent reaction made Chang Ruocheng's muscles tense up. He hugged the struggling Anyang tightly, and growled hastily: "I know everything you say. I don't blame you, you should." , should see!"

But the person in his arms seemed unable to hear what he said, and pushed him madly, exhausting all the strength in his body.

"I will be obedient in the future! I won't see anyone again, no!"

"I will be obedient!"

At this moment, Chang Ruocheng clearly felt an indescribable heartache, which overwhelmed him, darkening the scene in front of him.

The fear of sudden blindness made him open his mouth with difficulty.

At the same time, the pushing force in his arms suddenly disappeared, and his heart was hit hard. Regardless of his physical discomfort, he hugged Anyang across his arms and stumbled into the middle palace.

Chang Ruocheng gasped in pain, leaning his back on the thick star wood.

The scenery in front of him has gradually returned to clarity, but all the panic comes from the heart.

Through the cracks between his fingers, he looked timidly at the side of the bed.

The imperial doctor was treating Anyang, and the person who had fallen into a coma had flushed cheeks due to the cold.

"I didn't, I wasn't..."

The low begging sound made the veins in his body throbbing with pain.

Obviously his goal has been achieved, Feng Zhaoyuan retreated in spite of the difficulties, and it is impossible to have any relationship with Anyang again.

But why, he is so uncomfortable...

Leaving the central palace as if escaping, staying in the suffocating environment, he couldn't calm his mind.

The candles in the imperial study room burned all night, Chang Ruocheng sat on the chair blankly, his eyes were red from the heat.

In order to get Yuan Qingcheng, he made the right decision.

He... never missed it!
When he heard the news of Anyang's awakening from Yang Desheng outside the door, he almost rushed out the door without thinking.

He didn't want to know why he couldn't wait, why he was so anxious, he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't dare...

But when he really reached the door, his steps suddenly stopped.

Obviously, as long as he takes one step, he can know whether Anyang is safe or not, but... all the impulse and courage disappeared inexplicably at this moment.

After struggling for a long time, he frowned resignedly, and stepped in with a livid face.

He had fantasized about countless possibilities, Anyang hated him, or was afraid of him, but he never imagined that when he really saw that person, the other person was quietly half-sitting on the bed, with lowered eyebrows and eyes calm and serene, as if something happened Nothing ever happened.

He snatched the medicine from the imperial physician's hand, and forced his way to the bedside.

"are you better?"

He softened his voice as much as possible, and blew on the concoction in the porcelain spoon.

Anyang nodded slowly, without looking up at him.

A pair of bloodless hands, leaning on the quilt as if trying to draw warmth from it.

"You caught a cold and fainted yesterday. You must have suffered a lot. But you still have to drink the medicine."

The two words slipped out of his mouth, and Chang Ruocheng himself was startled.

Staring at the rich medicinal color in the bowl, he remembered that he had said the same thing with Yuan Qingcheng in the prince's mansion back then.

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