The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Xue Mingyue is not a very rational person.

At least I felt soft-hearted for a moment when I heard Xie Lang's misfortune.

That is, even though I know that he is doing a miserable job, I still can't help but feel sorry for his hard work these days, and think that it is perfectly fine for him to say that he wants to sleep on a bed. Who doesn't want to sleep on a softer bed when they are tired?

So, she heard herself reply with her beating heartbeat: "Okay."

The smile on Xie Lang's face widened.

Then the next moment, he saw Xue Mingyue put down the book, rolled up the quilt, stood up and walked towards the opposite side of the bed. His smile froze for an instant, and he quickly held her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to sleep on the crib."

Xue Mingyue said it was natural.

She raised her head and looked at him, and said strangely: "Don't you want to sleep on this bed? Since I let you sleep on it, I will naturally sleep on another bed."

Xie Lang was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect that she would think so.

Xie Lang lowered his head to meet her clear eyes. He didn't see the teasing and teasing he thought in them. On the contrary, his almond-shaped eyes were full of seriousness. She really thought so. Thinking of this, he laughed helplessly.

My heart felt like it was being lightly tickled by a feather.

Numb and numb, with a bit of sourness.

She is always sincere and enthusiastic when she treats someone well, but it is also this temperament that when she really wants to alienate someone, everything she does will make you clearly find out what you have lost. What.

Just like now, she is telling him with actions:

——She doesn’t want to be husband and wife with him.

Xie Lang's black eyes suddenly deepened, and his Adam's apple rolled. He held the corners of his lips as if nothing had happened, picked up the thin quilt in her hand and put it back on the bed. His knuckled hands pressed Xue Mingyue's shoulders and sat her down. on the bed.

"I was kidding you."

A low and magnetic voice slowly sounded in her ears.

The young man's tone sounded inexplicably a little more tense, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

Xie Lang reached out and rubbed the top of her hair twice, messing up the black hair, slowly exhaling hot breath, and whispered: "Don't feel sorry for others so casually in the future, you know?"

"...?"

Before Xue Mingyue realized what he meant, she saw Xie Lang turning around and lying on the small bed at the end of the bed.

She blinked and unconsciously twirled her heated earlobes.

After a long while, Xue Mingyue finally reacted.

He emphasized harshly: "I don't feel sorry for you, nor do I pity you! I just think it's okay to sleep in another position!" Besides, wasn't he the one who started the misfortune? Doesn't what he wants is that she feels sorry for him?

Why does this person always like to beat him up like this?

The shyness that had just risen in Xue Mingyue's heart turned into anger.

Xie Lang turned sideways, his black eyes looked extremely bright under the candlelight, like a fire, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Well, you don't feel sorry for me, and you don't pity me."

He paused and then chuckled: "This is just a little trick I used to make you feel sorry for me. Fortunately, you didn't fall for it."

Xue Mingyue: "..."

How dare you admit it? Xue Mingyue was amazed by his shamelessness.

She angrily turned over and got into the thin quilt, shouting towards the door: "Liuyun, turn off the lights!"

Soon, the candles in the tent went out.

Listening to another shallow breath, in the darkness, Xie Lang silently bent his lower lip, folded his hands behind his head, and stared blankly at the roof of the tent, with emotions in his dark eyes constantly surging.

He had seen her love without reservation and enthusiasm.

Xie Lang remembered that it was a snowy night, the wind and snow were howling outside, and there was not even a door in the ruined temple that could block the wind. The fires that were finally lit were always blown out, and even if they were lit, they would burn quickly.

Under the warm firelight, she handed him the snow water that she had finally boiled.

Xie Lang noticed her fingers that were red and swollen from the cold, so he asked her to drink first, but she refused. She also said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"You are a patient, so naturally you should drink first."

Those amber eyes were particularly bright under the firelight.

My eyes are full of you.

Xie Lang could never refuse her like this. At that time, he secretly prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the temple, hoping that his injury would heal faster so that she would not have to work so hard.

But unfortunately, gods and Buddhas did not bless him to get better.

That night, due to the worsening of his injuries, he developed a high fever. The fever was so fierce that it made his head dizzy. In the end, he could only vaguely hear her threatening voice with a crying tone:

"Xie Jinglan, you can't die! You promised to live well and protect me!"

"If you die, those people in Yongji City will definitely not let me go. Then I will be taken to prison and tortured like you. Do you want to see me bullied by them?"

"Xie Jinglan, I saved your life. You are not allowed to die. Do you hear me?"

When Xie Lang opened his eyes again, it was already dawn outside.

Only then did he realize that he was covered with her only thick coat, sleeping on a pile of hay she found from nowhere, while she was leaning against the stone platform next to her in thin clothes, burning unconsciously. personnel.

Her eyelashes were covered with snowflakes.

I slept extremely uneasily, my lips turned purple, and my whole body trembled in my sleep.

Xie Lang had only one thought in his mind at that time: If she hadn't married him, wouldn't she have had to suffer these crimes? It was true that he deserved to die, but she did not die like this. He was the one who dragged her down.

Dissatisfaction had never risen so strongly in his heart.

Blame yourself, blame the person who administered the medicine, and blame the current majesty.

I blame His Majesty for sacrificing the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion to pave the way for the prince, blame His Majesty for being afraid of the Dingyuan Army but unable to abandon it, blame the decay of this dynasty at the end of the road... and blame him for being so incompetent that he can't even protect his wife.

……

Back to today.

Xie Lang came back to his senses from the memory wrapped in the wind and snow, couldn't help but turn his head, looked across the screen to the opposite side, and shook his head with a wry smile.

I have seen how she loves someone without reservation, and then I have seen her current attitude towards him.

How could there be no gap in my heart?

Xie Lang's dark eyes darkened and the corners of his lips straightened slightly, but as long as she lived well, that was all.

No matter what, he would never let her fall into the same situation as in her previous life.

Across the screen, Xue Mingyue opened her eyes and turned over soberly.

There was just one more person in the tent, but his presence was so strong that she couldn't fall asleep at all. After trying to fall asleep for countless times and failing, she finally gave up on falling asleep.

If you can't sleep, you can't sleep.

Simply take this opportunity to review what you have learned these days.

Xue Mingyue had just started reciting when a rustling sound suddenly came from the end of the bed, and then a very soft voice sounded: "Mingyue, are you asleep?"

She paused, thinking about how to respond.

Then I heard Xie Lang say again: "Let's go see the moon together."