Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

He took off his underwear, revealing a clearly visible wound, the blood was still flowing out little by little, Zhou Qiao wiped him clean with a face towel, after a simple disinfection, sprinkled medicine powder on him, and covered him with a bandage. The whole process was very careful, and he completely forgot that he was his enemy.

After wrapping it up for him, Zhou Qiao was about to get up, but he turned around and suddenly pressed her on the couch.

Zhou Qiao was so startled that she didn't know what to do, she quickly stretched out her hand and pushed him, struggling twice to no avail, she couldn't help but said anxiously: "You?!"

Is this retribution for kindness?The farmer and the snake?If she had known that he was such a villain, she would not have cared about him if she died. However, it is useless to say anything now. She has become a fish on the chopping board, unable to move, and can only be slaughtered.

The eyes of the two met, Lin Qingchen stared at the person below him with disordered breathing, his eyes were full of complexity.

Why?Why be nice to him?He hated it, couldn't say why, but he hated it anyway!

When his heart was in a mess, he suddenly got up and let her go, no matter what her emotions were at the moment, he had already started to put on his clothes, and after he put on the last scarlet cloak, he turned to look at her.

After throwing her a disdainful look at that beautiful face, she then used lightness kung fu to leave.

Zhou Qiao, who was standing by the couch, didn't come back to her senses for a long time. When the two looked at each other just now, she saw a side of this man that she had never seen before. It seemed that those eyes were full of all emotions, including She hates her deeply, she has perseverance and helplessness, and the most important thing is that there is some softness inside, and that softness and lightness, like a butterfly, flew into her heart in just a moment...

When he came back to his senses, he shook his head and cursed himself, what was he dreaming about?

Thinking that the maids were coming soon, she hurriedly put away the medicine box, but didn't want to turn around and see a fine suet jade pendant lying quietly on the couch.

She picked it up and rubbed it carefully for a few times. There was a pattern of magpies and plum blossoms on it. The whole piece of white jade was paired with golden-yellow cherry blossoms. This time I have to say that she has never seen such a beautiful and finely crafted ornament.

It seems that he just dropped it, thinking that such a valuable thing must be very important to him, so she put it away for the time being.

And put it away, whether there is a chance to return it to him, or whether it is used as a negotiation condition, that is a matter for the future.

On the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the day when Nan Puyue welcomes her relatives, the city of Jingzi is still covered with silver, and the sky and the earth are shrouded in a chill, but at this moment, the Ling'an Palace is full of joy and excitement, driving away the severe winter cold.

The marriage of the Ling'an Prince's Mansion, and the marriage with the General's Mansion, a strong alliance has almost become a popular topic among civil and military officials recently.

In order to make it easier for her younger sister to witness her marriage with her own eyes, Nan Puyue took her to her dormitory, and the new house was placed in a living room in another courtyard.

The living room is not small, and the equipment is very complete, but it has been vacant and no one has lived in it. Besides, the layout at the moment is quite unambiguous, almost everywhere is generous, and there is no intention of compromising. For a newlywed house , is very close to decent.

People came and went in the courtyard of Wanhua Pavilion, everyone was doing things in a hurry, but they all had cheerful expressions on their faces.

"Bai Rong." Nan Puyue called the valet's name, her face was calm and composed, as in the past, her tone was clear and cold, without the joy and joy of the groom's upcoming wedding.

Bai Rong hurried into the room from outside, and responded, "My lord, what's the matter?"

Nan Puyue looked at him without changing her face, and said in a deep voice: "How many hours are there before the wedding?"

"Go back to the prince, we still have two hours left to leave."

two hours?He was a little flustered.

Two hours is too long for him. At this time, his sister's condition has become terminal. He doesn't know how many days it will last, or to be honest, he doesn't know if he can survive today...

"Go and invite Mr. Zuoxiang." After a pause, "Hurry up."

"Here."

He walked into the inner room as if his heart was empty, and a few steps away, the person on the couch had a pale face as if covered with a layer of flour, and there was no trace of blood on his mouth, and he opened his eyes drowsily. His eyes were quiet, as if he was waiting for something.

Concubine Wan stood by her side, feeling more and more uncomfortable watching her, she suppressed the sourness in her eyes and talked with her.

"Brother." Seeing Nan Puyue coming in, Nan Pujin called him.

When she came to the bed, Nan Puyue worriedly clenched her icy little hand: "Brother is here, what Jin'er wants to say, brother listen."

She forced a smile: "Brother, do you still remember when we were young?"

He nodded seriously: "I remember, I will remember it all my life."

As if falling into memory, Nan Pujin began to speak one by one in a soft voice.

"I remember when I was six years old, I was still a little girl who loved to cry, and my elder brother was only 11 years old. At that time, our father died early, and my mother sent me to Jiangling according to the palace rules. Every time I cried, I said When I wanted to see my mother, you always coaxed me tirelessly, and then you felt sorry for me, and finally took me all the way. Afterwards, you wanted to leave me with my concubine mother, but I surprisingly wanted to go back with my brother. However, this time, it will be ten years..." At this point, she asked, "Do you know why I came back with you when I could stay there with peace of mind?"

He shook his head and said nothing.

She continued: "Of course my mother wanted to, but as far back as I can remember, there is only my brother by my side. My brother loves me, loves me, and takes care of me. It's no different from a loving father. I have long been used to being with my brother."

His nose was sour, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat. He understood what his sister said, and he knew that his sister took him very seriously, but he didn't want to be so heavy, so heavy that he felt a little ashamed.

Here, Nan Pujin still said peacefully: "I remember that the first picture you taught me to draw was a peony picture. At that time, I complained to you that it was too difficult, so you patiently held my hand to teach me. The sun was very good that day. , the peonies are in full bloom, and even the wind that blows in is fragrant and warm..." I closed my eyes, as if feeling the scene of that day, and after a while, I whispered softly, "If we hadn't grown up much Well, I am still the little girl who called you out, and you are still the gentle and good brother..."

A tear slid down the corner of the eye, soaking the blue hair on the pillow.

With some nasal sound, he replied in a low voice: "Jin'er will always be my good sister, forever~" At the end of the sentence, he was so stuffy in his heart that he couldn't speak anymore.

This life, the next life, the world...