The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

Ji Yinrong lay flat on the bed, and for the first time thought of giving up everything.

His whole body was very tired, knowing that the whip wound on his chest was split open and bleeding, but he didn't want to pay attention to it.

Nobody cared anyway, did they?

For some reason, I thought of my biological mother who had passed away long ago.

I have never thought of it for many years, but my mother, whose face has long been blurred, comes to my mind at this moment.Even though his eyes were closed and he was sunk in the darkness, he could clearly feel his mother's warm and loving eyes on him.

The gentle hand caressed himself, and the warmth of the fingertips warmed up the cold body and mind in an instant.

"Mother..."

Muttering, stretched out his hand to grab it, and actually caught that hand.

Ji Yinrong opened her eyes suddenly, there was a person beside the bed, and he was holding her hand.

"Ji Yinrong, how do you feel? Do you know that you have a fever?" The man spoke impatiently, which was a sign of tension and concern.

Ji Yinrong stared at her for a long time before recognizing her: "Yang Pianran?"

"..."

Yang Yingjun let him hold his hand, and his tone was gentle because of guilt: "Who else is there besides me? Are you confused? You loosen your hand and I'll call someone. Your fever is probably caused by wound infection and inflammation." disease."

It took Ji Yinrong a while to react, and his tone was as calm as ever: "It's okay."

"Don't be brave at a time like this." Yang Yingjun pulled his hand away, stuffed it back into the quilt, got up to leave, but was held back.Looking back, he looked at Ji Yinrong with a slightly distracted gaze.

I never thought that someone as strong as Ji Yinrong would get sick. When she was sick, she was no different from ordinary people. Her face was flushed red, her eyes were full of tears, and she looked fragile and pitiful.

Yang Yingjun's voice softened along with his heart: "What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't have saved me."

Yang Yingjun was startled, thinking he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

Ji Yinrong's face was calm, if it weren't for his cheeks that were burned like two peach blossoms, he wouldn't be sick at all.Those phoenix eyes were black and shiny, implying complicated emotions, looking straight into Yang Yingjun's eyes, and said: "You should know, in this life... Ji Yinli and I are destined to be at odds..."

Yang Yingjun's face tightened.

Ji Yinrong smiled miserably, closed his eyes slowly, and said with a sigh: "Saving me is tantamount to harming him. You shouldn't save me, you shouldn't... No one in this world can save me... I am the Son of Heaven, I am ...lonely..."

It was late at night, and the people on duty at Huichun Pavilion were all asleep.

Yang Meili and Wu Yao slept side by side on the kang for patients in the inner room, covered with the same quilt.Worried about Wu Yao's injury, Yang Meili was not asleep when she suddenly heard a knock on the door from outside.

There is a curtain between this room and the outer room, and there is no sound insulation effect. Yang Meili woke up suddenly.Subconsciously looking at Wu Yao beside him, he who was always vigilant fell into a deep sleep and didn't feel anything. It seemed that the serious injury exhausted his physical strength.

Touching his face distressedly, Yang Meili was about to lie back and continue to sleep, when she heard someone outside say: "Doctor Qiu, the Palace Master has an order to let you go with me to the Nine Heavens Palace."

Nine Heavens Palace?Yang Meili sat up all of a sudden, something happened to my brother? !

Being disturbed in the middle of the night, Doctor Qiu said in a dissatisfied tone, "What's the rush at this late hour?"

"There is an important person who is sick, please pack up quickly and follow me to have a look, the palace will blame you for being late."

Doctor Qiu muttered to tidy up, and after a while, there was the sound of closing the door.

Yang Meili felt cold all over, she curled up and hugged her knees as if afraid of the cold.I got sick?Is it brother?What disease?is it serious?Why not carry it back to the Spring Pavilion?

Just as he was thinking wildly, a voice broke the dead silence in the darkness: "My lord?"

At some point, Wu Yao woke up.

Yang Meili restrained her mind and looked down at him: "What's wrong? Do you want to drink water?"

A warm hand stretched out in the darkness, holding her cold fingertips, Yang Meili trembled and almost shed tears.

"My lord, are you alright?" Although she was so weak, she did not forget to care about herself.

Yang Meili lay back under the quilt, pulled the quilt over Wu Yao, pretended to be relaxed and said, "I'm fine, go to sleep, you have injuries, you need enough sleep."

In the night, Wu Yao looked over with bright eyes, and said guiltily, "It's all because the subordinates are useless. Your lord, you shouldn't have come here. You finally found your empress, so you should guard your empress..."

Yang Meili raised her hand to cover his eyes and said softly, "What I care about most now is your injury. I want to be reunited with the princess as soon as possible so that I can get better soon. Close your eyes and go to sleep. Bar."

Maybe it was really too tired, maybe Yang Meili's gentle voice played a hypnotic effect, Wu Yao quickly let out a steady and long breath.Yang Meili put down the hand covering his eyes, looked at him for a long time, then leaned her head and buried it in his arms.Only in this way can she feel at ease.

Ji Yinrong had a messy dream all night. When he woke up, it was already bright, and everything in the dream disappeared like a haze.Even though he was still clinging to his heart like a black shadow just now and made him feel suffocated, but now he can't even remember what he dreamed about.

When I moved my body, I found that a corner of the quilt was suppressed and I couldn't move it.

Looking sideways, I found someone lying at the end of the bed, sleeping soundly.

Ji Yinrong was startled.

Bit by bit of last night slowly flashed back in my mind, sick?Ji Yinrong herself couldn't believe it. She stretched out her hand to touch her forehead, but she touched a towel that was still warm.

He squeezed the towel in his hand, and looked at Yang Yingjun, who was sleeping unconsciously, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a beautiful arc, and the expression on his face was a gentleness that he had never seen before, like clear springs and flowing water, like gentle wind and drizzle , like willow catkins falling, gentle and innocent and shy, really like never seen before.

Something broke out from the bottom of my heart, joyful, sweet, sad... Complicated and unfamiliar emotions churned in my chest, which made the always calm and decisive emperor feel a little at a loss.

"Hmm..." The person lying at the end of the bed moved, raised his face and looked this way, with a confused expression on his face.There are red marks on the fair face, and there is even a hala on the corner of the mouth.Even so, in Ji Yinrong's eyes, she was so cute that his heart beat faster.

Ji Yinrong stared at her deeply, and called softly: "But..."

Yang Yingjun stayed sleepy for a while before waking up like a dream: "Are you awake?"

Ji Yinrong sat up, reached out to touch her face, and said distressedly, "I'm tired."

Yang Yingjun wanted to stand up, but suddenly he cried out in pain.Ji Yinrong was taken aback, and hurriedly helped her up: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"My feet are numb... Ouch, hello..." Yang Yingjun barely stood up with Ji Yinrong's hand, sat on the bed, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and then smiled reassuringly: "The fever is gone, how about you?" This guy is really full of vitality."

That smile was like the morning sun, Ji Yinrong's eyes darkened, and she rushed over to kiss Fangze.

Instinctively, Yang Yingjun leaned back to avoid it, and looked at him in amazement, his eyes were round and round, like a frightened little animal, which was cute and cute.

Ji Yinrong was not unhappy, and his good mood made him look radiant: "You took care of me all night?"

Yang Yingjun said honestly: "I asked someone to tell Meng He Nasha, she asked the doctor to give you an injection, and she will probably send you a decoction in a while."

Ji Yinrong stared at her with twinkling eyes: "Why save me?"

"what?"

"I remember I said that you shouldn't save me, but you still choose to save me, why?"

Yang Yingjun stood up with the help of the bedpost, and said, "I can't do this. Even if it's not you, or just a random passer-by, I can't do it and watch him die."

Ji Yinrong's smile froze, and his shining eyes were instantly extinguished, like two black holes: "You mean, in your heart, I am no different from a passer-by?"

"No!" Retorted without thinking, Yang Yingjun blurted out: "I mean, I will save even passers-by, let alone you..." Realizing what he said, he suddenly stopped.

Ji Yinrong was startled.

Yang Yingjun was also shocked.

As if afraid of disturbing something, Ji Yinrong lowered his voice and said slowly: "So, I am special to you?"

Yang Yingjun was startled again, his face changed several colors, and in the end he turned around and left without saying anything.

Sitting on the bed, Ji Yinrong laughed muffledly, joy almost overflowing from his shining eyes.

After eating breakfast relatively silently, not long after Ji Yinrong drank the medicine, Lu Luo came and said with a blank expression: "Yang Yinglun, you are ready to go. The Palace Master wants you to go to the Wuji Palace."

Yang Yingjun took two steps towards her, stopped again, and said hesitantly: "Miss Luluo, can you wait for me outside for a while, I have something to say to Brother Rong."

Luluo frowned, turned around and left without saying anything in the end.

Sitting on the bed, Ji Yinrong stretched out his hand to Yang Yingjun: "Well, come on."

Yang Yingjun looked at him without moving, with a serious expression.

Ji Yinrong looked back at her, and slowly put down his hands, a bad premonition flashed in his heart.

Yang Yingjun said: "Ji Yinrong, for the sake of you and I sharing many times of troubles, please, take the prince out of here."

really.

The joyful heart sank all the way, and Ji Yinrong's face was condensed: "You are good to me, and you took good care of me last night, just because of this sentence, isn't it?"

"..." If the other party hadn't been injured and sick, Yang Yingjun would definitely go over and beat him up. In fact, his face was really ugly, and he couldn't help but yell: "I'm going to fuck you! In your eyes, I'm so special!" So a scheming bitch with such a strong purpose!?"

Ji Yinrong frowned: "Scheming bitch?"

"Forget it!" Yang Yingjun was so angry that his brain hurt, he waved his hand, turned around and left.

Knowing that she was really angry, Ji Yinrong shouted in a hurry: "Yeah!"

Yang Yingjun paused, and said bluntly, "Take care of yourself!" After speaking, he left without looking back.

Ji Yinrong clenched the quilt under her body, and rarely showed annoyance on her usually calm face.