Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

The voice fell to the ground, and there was no reply for a long time. Jiang Luoyu let out a helpless sigh of relief, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder. His voice was low, but without anger.

"I don't care about you for the time being, but you have the guts to ignore me?

When his hand touched the thin cloth material, his heart suddenly moved, and he realized that something was wrong. He turned around and turned over the lying man in black clothes, and immediately found that the man was unconscious, and his eyes suddenly welled up. Out of anger and anxiety, he patted his cheek lightly with his fingers, and whispered repeatedly.

"... Zhaomin, Zhaomin?"

I didn't know how many calls, but the person lying on the bed frowned, his eyelids moved slowly, and when he saw the person who was hugging him, a little smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he patted his fingers to comfort him. road.

"I'm fine...don't worry..."

Hearing his words, Jiang Luoyu didn't want to talk to him any more, quickly opened the shirt on Murong Hao's chest with her fingers, and as expected, she saw that the underwear inside was already stained with dark red blood, and it was almost dry at this time Yes, but there was transparent yellow pus flowing out, the skin was even more unusually hot, and the anger in my heart was even deeper, wishing I could throw away my hands at that time.

"Your injury was suffered half a month ago. Why is it still not healed now? It has begun to fester... Your body is so hot, it is damp and cold here, and you have been in prison for several days. You still don't take out that thing, you really want to Are you going to die here?!"

Because of the serious injury and the matter of killing Dongmei, a "civilian girl", Murong Hao has been in a daze, and his memory of being helped into the cell is not very clear. Hearing this, he slowly shook his head, but When he saw a layer of flame-like anger appearing on Jiang Luoyu's face, he raised his hand and pulled out a piece of paper with a red mark from the brick on one side of the wall.

Jiang Luoyu watched him hand the piece of paper into her hand, and her fingers fell down without strength. She couldn't help biting her lip, only to hear the man's weaker voice murmur: "I've been...waiting You. Several times... when you didn't come, I sat here and looked at the moon outside the window, and this piece of paper... was crumpled by me."

"At that time, I thought...if you really refused to forgive me...I'll eat this piece of paper...and never go out again..."

The voice became smaller and smaller until it was almost inaudible at the end, but Jiang Luoyu couldn't help being a little dazed, hugging the person in her arms tightly, and looking up at the high wall, there was only a piece of sky outside the small skylight that opened. For some reason, the resentment of the moon has completely dissipated since she knew she had been poisoned with blood coral.

After looking at it for a while, he felt that something was wrong. When he lowered his head to look, he really found that the man had passed out again, his face was as white as paper. It sank down without end, and this time it was a bit more gnashing of teeth when calling people.

"Zhaomin! Zhaomin? If I delay for a few more days, you will lose your life! You..."

He opened his clothes and took a closer look at Jiang Luoyu, only to find that the wound on the man's chest was bigger than his own, and it seemed to be deeper. It was obvious that after Dongmei was killed when he left the other courtyard, Murong Hao decided to stay in the same place again. He gave himself a knife, and the wound that was not serious at first turned into a fatal wound. It is obvious that if Jiang Luoyu delays for a few more days, Murong Hao may really die silently in the prison

Even Jiang Luoyu didn't expect him to act so boldly. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was worry, helplessness or anger, and shouted in a low voice outside the prison door.

"Come on!"

"Neijun!" As soon as the voice fell, a black figure fell down, it was Sleeping Star who followed in secretly, Jiang Luoyu saw him approaching, and immediately motioned him to come over to get a pulse, "General, this is?!"

Seeing Mianxing coming, Jiang Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing Mianxing frowned after taking the pulse, and quickly took out the pill from his sleeve, Jiang Luoyu's heart sank, and he lowered his body to let Murong Hao lie flat on the bed , commanded: "Mian Xing, you just watch him here, and hide secretly when the jailer comes for a while, I will go to the palace to look for the emperor's uncle right now, and I will definitely be back in less than an hour."

"Okay, Mr. Nei."

Mian Xing responded in a low voice, looked at Jiang Luoyu's back as he was walking away quickly, and then at Murong Hao who was obviously alive and dead at this time, and shook his head helplessly.

In the evening of the same day, Chaoyun Neijun Nan Jingyu entered the palace after visiting the prison, and asked to meet the emperor in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and told the details of the murder of her husband, Lord Murong Hao, and was summoned by the emperor after half a cup of tea. A paper contract is a death contract signed between the maid Dongmei and the Murong family's mansion.

The emperor checked the death contract and confirmed that it was correct, so he announced the release of Murong Hao who was imprisoned, and then wrote a plaque with his own hand, and bestowed it on General Chaoyun Murong Hao.

Three days later, after he came out of the prison cell, he immediately moved to the Emperor's Mansion to stay temporarily. After being treated by several imperial doctors, Murong Hao finally regained consciousness.

Jiang Luoyu stood by his bed, saw that he woke up and wanted to show a smile on his lips, but because he remembered what he had done, in the end he just told him what happened, and then got up to leave, but was dragged away After holding back the sleeves, they were slowly pulled back, the two hugged each other and whispered for a while, Murong Hao asked with a strange expression while stroking the long hair of the person in his arms.

"You just said, what plaque did His Majesty bestow?"

Jiang Luoyu narrowed her eyes, turned sideways to look directly at those sensual eyes, and finally smiled: "I went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to report those things, and Uncle Huang immediately let you go, and then let me send The Emperor's Mansion was changed into the General's Mansion, and I personally wrote a plaque for me to hang in front of the General's Mansion, and hang it together with the three big characters of the General's Mansion, you want to know what words Uncle Huang mentioned?"

When Murong Hao saw him suddenly smile, his heart beat a little, but he still nodded slowly.

Jiang Luoyu endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and a smile spread out from the corner of his lips as he spoke.

"Those four words are—regarding the king as your life."

Hearing these four words, Murong Hao's expression froze immediately, but seeing Jiang Luoyu lowering his head and smiling happily, he couldn't help shaking his head, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and remained silent, not knowing what to say .

Treating the emperor as life, whether to regard the emperor's life as life, or his own emperor as life.

The emperor made a double riddle on a plaque, except for the Wu Ya family who still refused to give up, it made all the aristocratic families who were talking about this matter all smile knowingly.

When Jiang Luoyu had laughed enough and fell silent on his shoulders, Murong Hao lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against the skin of the man's forehead. His voice was hoarse and his tone was low, as if he was remembering what happened in the study before he was imprisoned. Things: "At that time, I really thought that you would never forgive me."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Luoyu straightened up, looked at the pale but indescribably handsome man with complicated eyes, and there was bitterness in his words: "Is my heart not soft enough for you?"

Murong Hao could hear the bitterness in his words, and for a moment he didn't know what it was like, he hugged the man tightly again, closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "I know... from the time when we were behind the Prince's Mansion Met on the hillside, you don't know me but you still jump into the river

When you came to save me, I knew...you wouldn't leave me alone. "

"It's been so long, I just realized today that you are really a magic star, you can't shake it off like it grows on a human body." Jiang Luoyu hated to slap him, but Murong Hao's injury It's still not good, and he himself couldn't take the ruthless hand. After swaying, he had no choice but to let it go. His fingers gradually moved down and landed on his lower abdomen. Thinking of the worst result, he sighed wildly on his forehead.

"If these two are also the same magic star as you in the future, what should I do?"

Murong Hao let out a low laugh, and lowered his head to kiss his lips, the bed curtain was blown around by the wind outside the window, and also raised their entangled black hair.

After dawdling for a while, the person who became more and more passionate finally realized that something was wrong, his eyes suddenly widened, he clenched his sweetheart's shoulders, and looked him up and down in disbelief: "Wait, what did you say just now?" What?"

Jiang Luoyu glanced at her almost four-month-old stomach, which looked like five or six-month-old stomach, and snorted coldly: "You really didn't hear clearly, do you want me to say it again?"

Murong Hao stopped talking, just frowned, and looked at him hesitantly, his dark eyes became darker and darker, Jiang Luoyu saw his expression, raised his hand to caress his temples With the broken hair hanging down by the side, he asked helplessly, "I've been tricked into eating blood coral, are you still worried?"

Hearing his question, Murong Hao's expression quickly calmed down. After taking a deep look at him, he said word by word: "I made a promise, the worst is to keep it. I have nothing to fear."

The man said seriously, Jiang Luoyu blinked, and then remembered the scene when the man knelt in front of her in the imperial garden in spring and handed the blood-stained golden dagger with both hands, her heart was filled with joy and sadness. It took a long time before he slowly opened his mouth and said: "You are really... don't worry, even if it's not for you, I will survive, and I don't even think about such a thing, how can it be hard for me?"

This time, before he finished speaking, he was hugged in his arms again. The spacious and luxurious couch accommodated two people. At first, it was okay, but then the carved couch began to tremble uncontrollably. A forearm as white as jade grabbed one side of the date-colored bedpost, but was immediately pulled back by the other hand.