After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

Meng Qingyan met Chang Hui on the eve of their wedding night. She knew that Chang Hui was beaten like that because of herself, and she had to confirm whether he was dead or alive.

In the damp dungeon, Chang Hui fell powerlessly on the dry straw bed, his limbs were cold and stiff, his chapped lips trembled slightly, but he still couldn't speak a word.

"Often back..."

Meng Qingyan squatted beside him, stretched out one hand to caress the scar on his face carefully, and covered the trembling lips with the other hand, but still couldn't cover the weakness. Sobbing.

"Chang Hui, it was I who harmed you, it was I who harmed you..."

Hot tears fell drop by drop, just falling on his pale face, Chang Hui's eyelids trembled, and then he opened those blurred eyes...

"Junior Sister, you are here."

A few short words exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't finish expressing his joy. He tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth...

Unexpectedly, the wound at the corner of his mouth was pulled wider, and the blood dripped down his chin again, just dripping on the dry straw.

Extra bright red, extra bright, extra foil.

Meng Qingyan took out a clean silk handkerchief from her sleeve, held it in her hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth distressedly, her voice trembling: "If it wasn't for me, how could you have fallen to this point?"

"Changhui, I shouldn't have picked up on you for my own selfishness."

A sense of guilt completely enveloped her, if it wasn't for herself, if it wasn't for herself...how could...

The silk handkerchief was already stained red with blood, and Meng Qingyan could feel the warmth between her fingertips through the thin silk handkerchief, as if...

It's like the fire is burning her fingers...

"Chang Hui, why do you do this for someone who doesn't love you?"

"Changhui, you are really...you are just a goose..."

But Chang Hui only stretched out his hand to touch her head, and smiled bitterly, every nerve in him could be touched when he spoke, and the pain in the flesh was pulled, but he still tried his best to say: "I am willing."

"Does it hurt..."

Meng Qingyan looked at the cut in his hand, her eyes were clouded again, she tore open her sleeve, and carefully bandaged the wound on his hand.

But it's just a drop in the bucket, her senior brother Chang Hui doesn't have a piece of good flesh all over his body, it's full of scars, and some places have even festered...

"I'll let him let you go, Changhui, you shouldn't be in my muddy water, I can't implicate you."

"I'll beg Lu Changyuan to let you go, I'll beg him..."

Meng Qingyan grinned, showing her neat teeth, but her teeth kept shaking: "He likes me to beg him, as long as I beg him, I will beg him..."

"He will let you go, just let you go."

When she raised her elbow, her sleeves were accidentally lifted up, and the bruises on Meng Qingyan's wrists were also exposed, spreading upwards in twos and threes.

Chang Hui was trembling with anger, this is his golden and precious junior sister, the next head of Changxue Mountain, who is it... Who is it that actually bullied her!

He just wished he could rush out and kill that beast!

But Meng Qingyan still lowered her head, looked at the wound on his hand distressedly, and asked with a sob: "Chang Hui, does it hurt?"

"Chang Hui, why did they hit you so hard?"

Turning her eyes, she happened to see the hard steamed buns on the table with blue spots on them. She was angry and sad at the same time: "They...how did they treat you so hard and let you eat this kind of thing?"

But Chang Hui just shook his head, held her wide sleeve again, and said hoarsely, "I don't hurt."

"Junior Sister, I don't feel pain."

Meng Qingyan sniffed, her shoulders trembling: "Chang Hui, you lied to me, you never lied to me before, but now you do."

"Do you think I will believe you when you say it doesn't hurt?"

"Do you think this will make me feel better?"

Chang Hui's worried eyes drooped and landed on her wrist, he said every word with regret: "Did he do it?"

"Junior Sister, does he beat you often?"

Meng Qingyan quickly withdrew her hand, covered it with her sleeve, lowered her head and said: "You misunderstood, I knocked it myself."

"Sister..."

Chang Hui coughed violently several times, and spit out another mouthful of blood: "I saw him bullying you that day, but...it's just that I'm too incompetent, I can't break free from that rope at all."

"Junior Sister, I am incompetent and cannot save you."

Meng Qingyan shook her head, and smiled bitterly: "Lu Changyuan is just short-tempered, but he wants family background, power and power, and Lu Jian Villa is very suitable for me in Changxue Mountain."

Chang Hui shook his head, put his hand on her chin, caught her falling tears, and felt the warmth of his palm.

"But you don't like him..."

"He treats you so badly, Junior Sister, you..."

Meng Qingyan's red eyes just stared at him silently, she sneered, and then put her hands on his shoulders, her voice was a little helpless, and there was a bit of firmness in the helplessness.

"Chang Hui, be sober, you and I are not that wanton boy anymore."

"I am the head of Changxue Mountain. How dare I leave all these people on my back?"

"Daddy has fallen ill, and his voice has been poisoned and hoarse. I can't...can't watch him die..."

She has to take on all of this, she cannot retreat...

Chang Hui looked at her in disbelief, and slammed his powerless hand on the hard bed, with anger in his eyes: "How dare he attack Master!"

"Lu Changyuan...he is so bold!"

"Junior sister, you can't marry him, you will die..."

"Junior Sister... you run away, don't worry about this Changxue Mountain, I only want you to live well..."

"Junior Sister, did you hear what I said?"

Every time he uttered a word, his whole body throbbed in pain. It took a lot of effort. He grabbed Meng Qingyan's sleeve with all his strength and pulled it desperately, hoping that she would listen to what he said.

Junior sister, live selfishly, run far away...

An'an lives and lives, away from these bloody storms...

Why should you sacrifice a weak woman like you? It's really unfair to you...

But Meng Qingyan just opened his fingers calmly, stood up expressionlessly, and said without any warmth in her tone: "If you can't marry the person you like, does it matter who it is?"

"Lu Changyuan, let's just go to Lu Changyuan, the family is right, everyone is happy."

"Brother, I'm no longer the girl who smiled and said she likes her with crooked eyes. People grow up, don't they?"

Overnight, her heart was completely different, as if it was sad or worthwhile, but she couldn't tell the truth.

"Tomorrow, I will be Mrs. Lu, and then please keep a good distance from me, senior brother, and don't make it difficult for me."