I can't, I can't

Sheng Lingyu was so natural, Kang Jiangxue also responded, "Okay."

The two looked at the plum blossoms for a while on the edge of the cliff, and their hands and feet were so cold that they went to the room to rest.

When the emperor was traveling, Mingguang Temple had prepared many rooms, and Kang Jiangxue and Sheng Lingyu were not in the same room, but Kang Jiangxue chose to eat with Sheng Lingyu for dinner this day.

After these days, the little emperor once again saw Sheng Lingyu holding chopsticks in his left hand, but to his surprise, Sheng Lingyu was much more flexible than he imagined. If he didn't rush and take his time, he looked almost the same as ordinary people place.

Kang Jiangxue saw it in her eyes, and couldn't help but think of the possibility of Sheng Lingyu holding a sword in her left hand, but the difficulty of holding a sword and chopsticks is too different, and he didn't mention it for fear that Sheng Lingyu would think too much. After dinner, he went back to his room. The room, until the night darkened before leaving the door quietly with nothing special.

What Mrs. Lu Hou said doesn't look like a lie. Since Lu Qiao is seriously ill, no matter because of his status or himself...he will go after all.

Kang Jiangxue walked quietly and closed the door carefully, but just after stepping not far, the door of Sheng Lingyu's room next door creaked and pushed open. Kang Jiangxue froze in place, and she turned her head after a two-second delay. Sheng Lingyu was at the door , a black robe contrasted extremely sharply with the falling snow all over the ground, looking at him from a distance.

Kang Jiangxue waited for Sheng Lingyu to say something, but Sheng Lingyu didn't say anything, not even asking where the little emperor was going.

Kang Jiangxue was silent for a while, and finally just said: "I will be back in a while."

Sheng Lingyu said: "Okay."

Kang Jiangxue guessed that Sheng Lingyu must know where he was going, and Sheng Lingyu had heard some of the conversation between Mrs. Lu Hou and the little emperor.But this time, he didn't tell him not to go like he did when he faced Yang Huo, nor did he follow him like he did when he faced Fu Honglang.

He just watched him off.

The little emperor looked back after walking a long distance, Sheng Lingyu's black robe was still shaking in the wind at the door, he couldn't explain why, his heart was beating extraordinarily hard, and the faint sense of uneasiness when he was in the carriage became even more intense. It was so strong that he had the urge to turn around and run over to hug Sheng Lingyu.

Ping Wuqi called out: "Your Majesty?"

Kang Jiangxue came back to her senses and forcibly suppressed her turbulent emotions. She didn't need to be urged by ordinary people. He got on the small sedan chair that could be carried in the mountains without looking back. Before leaving, he urged: : "Leave a few more people for Sheng Lingyu."

Ping Wuqi was very puzzled: "Send someone to Mr. Sheng? Mr. Sheng himself is the imperial guard."

Kang Jiangxue said: "Just stay."

Ping Wuqi had to agree.

The sedan chair went all the way down the mountain. Due to the snow on the road and the slippery road, the journey was not fast. At the foot of the mountain, someone from the Lu family immediately picked up the little emperor, and took the little emperor to a spacious and rich mansion. .

Although it was night, Lu Qiao's compound in the outer suburbs was still brightly lit, as if it were daytime.There was a crowd of people in the courtyard, all of them were servant girls and attendants, ready to enter the house to serve at any time, the number of people and the size of the battle were no different from those of the little emperor.

Kang Jiangxue knew that Lu Qiao grew up in such a doting environment. He and the original little emperor were really the same kind of people, and it was not surprising that they were all pampered.

Following the guides into the inner room, there were quite a few people in the room. When they saw Kang Jiangxue, they knelt down and turned sideways, finally giving way to the little emperor.

Lord Lu Hou and Mrs. Lu Hou were both there, guarding in front of Lu Qiao's bed together. Kang Jiangxue and the two looked at each other, and saw the anxious faces of Lord Lu and Mrs. Lu Hou at a glance. It was this look that called him There is an endless sense of reality about Lu Qiao's situation.

Lu Qiao was really sick, and it was worse than he thought.

Mrs. Lu turned to the bed and called out hopefully, "Qiaoer, hurry up and see who's coming."

There was no movement on the bed, Kang Jiangxue lifted the curtain, sat down beside the bed, and finally saw Lu Qiao's appearance clearly.Lu Xiaohou, who used to be full of vigor and vigor in the past, closed his eyes tightly, and his face was pale with a kind of paleness that could easily make people feel frightened.

Kang Jiangxue was a little suffocated for a moment, unable to tell what was in her heart, no matter what he thought, the cause of Lu Qiao's illness could not be separated from him.Lu Qiao would never get seriously ill because of Sheng Lingyu's lack of food or drink. He resented him so strongly that he made things difficult for himself...it could only come from the little emperor.

The difference in positions made Kang Jiangxue extremely powerless. He stared at Lu Qiao, unable to say anything.Mrs. Lu Hou looked anxious, and urged the little emperor: "Your Majesty, please call Qiaoer."

Kang Jiangxue finally said, "Lu Qiao...it's me, did you hear that? I'm here to see you."

Kang Jiangxue called out seven or eight times, and the people on the bed started to move. Lu Qiao's eyes turned slightly, but this has already surprised Lu Hou and his wife. Mrs. Lu Hou said happily: "Qiaoer heard it! Come on!" Man, bring me some rice soup! Come on!"

The maid who delivered the soup soon came over and brought the rice soup to Lu Qiao's mouth with a spoon, but Lu Qiao didn't swallow it, and the soup flowed down Lu Qiao's lips and slid to her neck.

Mrs. Lu Hou hurriedly looked at the little emperor, and Kang Jiangxue said again: "Lu Qiao, be obedient, swallow it."

Kang Jiangxue didn't know if her words had any effect, but after he said them several times, Lu Qiao really swallowed.Mrs. Lu Hou was overjoyed and fed it to Lu Qiao herself. The little emperor accompanied her and urged her a few words from time to time. Finally, she successfully fed a small bowl to Lu Qiao.

"That's great..." Mrs. Lu Hou lowered her head and wept. Lord Lu Hou also heaved a sigh of relief. Kang Jiangxue saw it in her eyes, and her heart became even more depressed.At this moment, a very soft call came from the bed: "...Ah Ying."

Kang Jiangxue was startled and went to look immediately. Lu Qiao gently opened her eyes and glanced at the little emperor, then fell asleep again.

It seemed that nothing had changed, but the doctors of the Lu Mansion came up to touch Lu Qiao's forehead, but they were a little surprised and said, "I'm sweating!"

Kang Jiangxue looked sideways at Ping Wuqi, and Ping Wuqi said softly, "The fever is going to go away."

Lu Qiao has always had a high fever, and if the fever can be relieved, it will improve. Kang Jiangxue's mood was ups and downs, and she felt relieved when she heard that she was with Master Lu and his wife.

If something happened to Lu Qiao...he couldn't bear it in his heart.

It's good when it gets better.

The little emperor stayed in the Lu residence for a long time, and stayed for nearly an hour before leaving.

When he got up, Kang Jiangxue's clothes were pulled by a force, and he noticed that when Lu Qiao glanced at him before falling asleep, she grabbed his clothes with great strength, until she fell asleep. Not letting go now.

Lord Lu Hou had no choice but to help pull the little emperor's clothes with his own hands, until the folds of the hem of the little emperor's clothes were pulled out, so that the little emperor was able to escape.

After more than an hour of chaos, the little emperor finally returned to Mingguang Temple in the middle of the night. He did not have a conversation with Lu Qiao, but Lu Qiao's look at him lingered in the little emperor's mind for a long time, making him Very tired.

The little emperor leaned in the sedan chair and squinted for a while. In his sleep, he heard a noise and noise outside. Many people were shouting, which forced him to open his eyes.

"mediocre--"

After the little emperor called, Ping Wuqi had already asked the reason, opened the car curtain and said: "Your Majesty, something happened."

The little emperor asked a little dizzily, "What's wrong?"

Ping Wuqi said: "Someone fell off the cliff on the back mountain. The patrolling monks saw the shadow, and now they are trying to find a way to drag the person down the cliff. I don't know the specific situation, but looking at the shadow from a distance... I am afraid that he is already dead. gone."

The news was like a thunderstorm, which made the little emperor's mind roar. Kang Jiangxue's heart was pounding, and he was about to collapse. He had a terrible premonition in his heart, and his voice was trembling when he spoke, and he asked, "Damn it!" who is it?"

Ping Wuqi looked serious, and his voice was heavy: "I don't know, but I heard that all the monks and monks from Mingguang Temple are there, so I think it's probably ours."

our people...

Obviously he didn't point out exactly who it was, but Kang Jiangxue had her own guess.

He vaguely felt...it was Sheng Lingyu.

During the day, all of Sheng Lingyu's strange attitudes flooded into Kang Jiangxue's mind: Sheng Lingyu faced the news of Xie Cheng'an's death so calmly; Sheng Lingyu didn't seem to care much about anything; ;Before he left, Sheng Lingyu watched him for so long... All kinds of things showed that Sheng Lingyu had a death wish in her heart.

Sheng Lingyu doesn't want to live anymore.

With so many signs, Kang Jiangxue only fully understood at this moment.

In fact, he had already had that kind of premonition, but he didn't believe it, nor did he confirm it. He always had an established understanding of Sheng Lingyu as a book wearer in his heart, and he felt that no matter how painful Sheng Lingyu was, he would never touch it. last step.

But... Sheng Lingyu is a real person, and he has experienced more pain in this life than the original book. Kang Jiangxue has never felt the same, so why can he take it for granted that Sheng Lingyu is so strong?Why do you still assume that Sheng Lingyu will be able to hold it?

He is so ridiculous.

Big mistakes.

Kang Jiangxue's legs were weak, and he struggled to run towards the back of the mountain, but after only taking two steps, he couldn't support himself and fell to his knees.

The little emperor trembled all over, and he lost control of his body completely.

Ping Wuqi panicked: "Your Majesty?!"

Kang Jiangxue took a lot of effort to look at Ping Wuqi, and his voice came out intermittently: "Go to the back mountain...I'm going to the back mountain."

Ping Wuqi only looked into the little emperor's eyes and stopped talking, hurriedly supported the little emperor and ran towards the back mountain. At this moment, many figures surrounded the red plum that he had seen during the day, and the little emperor came to the periphery. Can't get close.

He dare not.

How dare he?

That was Sheng Lingyu, he had just decided that he would work hard for Sheng Lingyu, if he lost Sheng Lingyu, then he...

Kang Jiangxue couldn't stop trembling, and suddenly shouted, "Sheng Lingyu!"

After yelling out, many emotions came flooding in. At the moment when he broke down and wept, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him: "Your Majesty?"

……

That moment passed extremely long, Kang Jiangxue turned her head in a daze, and saw Sheng Lingyu looking at him in the night, the man in black robe and black hair, with a tear mole under his eye.

Kang Jiangxue fell into a complete daze, and soon, he didn't know where the strength came from, and rushed towards Sheng Lingyu like crazy, he threw himself into Sheng Lingyu's arms, and said to himself repeatedly: "It's not you, so it wasn't you , I thought... thought you jumped off."

Sheng Lingyu's voice rang above her head, saying: "I jumped off."

Kang Jiangxue was startled, and said, "What?"

Sheng Lingyu said: "Jumped down and slid down a few feet. I didn't want to change my mind at the end and crawl back."

Sheng Lingyu's tone seemed to be talking about a very ordinary trifle, but Kang Jiangxue was not sure what he heard. He stepped back slightly, his expression blank, and looked at Sheng Lingyu in confusion. The latter suddenly bent very lightly. Curving the corners of his mouth, he said gently: "You lied to His Majesty, why do you take it seriously?"

Kang Jiangxue was still in a daze, reacting very slowly, not only because he lost it after being frightened, but also because Sheng Lingyu's expression was almost gentle.

Sheng Lingyu looked at him, exactly like the modest gentleman in his memory.

He even smiled, Kang Jiangxue thought that it would take him many years to see Sheng Lingyu's expression again.

While he was in a daze, the servants in the palace came over in a panic and reported: "Your Majesty, the corpse at the bottom of the cliff has been found, and we have to wait until dawn to find a way to get it up, but the identity has been confirmed, yes, yes..."

Kang Jiangxue said, "Say it straight."

The palace man handed over a blood-stained hat, and said with difficulty: "It's Eunuch Qian who is by His Majesty's side."

... Eunuch Qian?

Kang Jiangxue really didn't think about it, let alone why Eunuch Qian came to the back mountain at night. He was confused and couldn't help but look at Sheng Lingyu, and suddenly found that Sheng Lingyu was looking at the hat in a daze, aware of the little emperor's gaze, Sheng Lingyu also turned her head.

Under such circumstances, his complexion was a little cold and pale, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was no longer there, but the mole of tears was scorching, and if you looked at him a few more times, he looked like a flower in the night.

Ye Zhonghua's robe was blown by the wind, and a little red blood dripped from the sleeve of her left hand.