The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort

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Chapter 222 I did not laugh

In the middle of the night, Zi An was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.

During the days when she came to ancient times, she always lacked sleep and was exhausted.

But now slowly on the track she started to lose sleep.

The memory of the original owner Xia Zi'an always flooded into the mind late at night, holding her hatred.

Outside the window, there was a sound.

She jumped up.

Grandma Yang hasn't returned in the palace yet. Xiaosun is waiting in the mother's house. Dao Bo didn't tell her not to enter the house, nor even to the door of her room.

"Who?" Zi An asked alertly.

"You can open the door, or the king hit the door." A deep, low voice came from the window.

Zi An stunned him? What are you doing here this night? Did something happen?

Zi An hurriedly opened the door and took a step back. Before the person stood still, a dark shadow covered her. In this way, she was caught in a huge embrace, and the smell of wine came, accompanied by his heavy, suppressed breath. .

"What's the matter? Are you drinking?" Zi An panicked in his heart. He hadn't seen him like this. What happened?

"Don't ask, don't talk!" He spurted on the top of her head with a strong alcoholic tone, his voice still with an unspeakable depression.

Zi An guessed in his heart, something must have happened.

She didn't ask any more, but stretched her arms around him and buried her head in his chest, silently.

His breath was very rapid, and his body was filled with a sigh of sorrow. Even if he didn't say anything, Zi An could still feel that he was soaked in sorrow.

Her heart was flustered, she couldn't tell the panic, and the battle around them recently was really too much, and almost every day.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to him.

It took a long time before he let her go.

Zi An looked at his face, haggardly, his lips were boring, and the whole person was lost.

"I'll pour you a glass of water!" Zi An turned around and poured a glass of water for him. The water was already cold, but he drank it in one breath.

He took the cup and sat down, looking at her, and said dizzyingly, "That was the best woman for this king, dead."

Zi An was taken aback, could it be Rouer?

She sincerely felt sorry for him, but she couldn't think of anything to comfort him, so she had to say: "Sorrow, no one can be reborn."

Murong Jie leaned back in his chair and adjusted to the most comfortable posture, "Go to bed, Ben Wang wants to be quiet here."

The Regent's Palace had made him breathless and he had to flee.

"I am sitting with you." Zi An said, should he love the girl named Rouer? Although there was a bit of sadness in their hearts, their marriage was never decided by themselves. He had never expressed his love for her, and they could only describe it as being happy.

She didn't know before that he liked this Rouer girl so much, if she knew it, she might calm her heart a little.

Sadness blew away in a silent atmosphere, with unspeakable sorrow, neither of them made a sound, Murong Jie closed his eyes, but Zi An knew he was not asleep because his eyelashes were shaking.

His forehead was beating with blue muscles, which showed that his brain was constantly flying, and his headache should have been committed again, because he always frowned subconsciously.

Zi An walked over, rubbed his eyebrows, and said softly: "Relax, everything will be fine."

His warm fingers rubbed in his eyebrows until he reached the temple, and then pressed his forehead from the temple. Under his fingers, his expression gradually relaxed.

After a long time, he took her hand and let her come over in front of her, his eyes were painful and his voice was broken, "Zi An, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, I will always think of living as the greatest thought."

Zi'an nodded, "I know that everything I do now just wants to live alive."

"Regardless of whether you can live well, you must live first, and only if you live can you have hope." Murong stressed.

"Huh!" Zi An reached out his hand and stroked his face, his heart stunned, and it seemed that the dead man was really important to him.

"Sleep, will you?" Zi An asked softly.

Murong looked at her and finally nodded slowly, "Okay!"

Just like in a Beijing suburban house, the two sleep in the same bed.

Her hand was always in his palm, and the sound of breathing could almost agree.

"This king is fine!"

After a long silence, Murong Jie suddenly spoke.

Zi An looked at him sideways, and his face was particularly cold in the weak light. "Some things are difficult to accept, but they must be accepted, because you will know that the grief in front of you is actually nothing. There are more tragedies beyond your imagination waiting for you, and the biggest tragedy in the world is that you are calculated or betrayed or hurt by the person closest to you. "

"To a certain extent, I am the same as you." Zi An looked at the tent and said.

"Do you want to say that we are sympathetic to each other? The word itself is very sad."

Zi An silently said for a while before saying: "Yes, it's sad, but you have to accept it."

"Aunt Sizhu died, she poisoned her master for me, and she was given a post by the master." Murong said quietly, his voice soaked in grief, "This is the most sad thing The reason is that Aunt Sizhu killed my mother in order not to let my mother hurt me. "

Zi An was shocked. He was talking about Aunt Sizhu? She remembered the woman who had been standing beside the concubine and had never said anything.

died?

Did she even want to poison the concubine? She turned out to be loyal? Always thought she was a traitor.

That is to say, he is not sad for Rouer tonight?

"What are you laughing at?" Murong Jie suddenly asked angrily.

Zi An froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pulled down the slightly raised corner of the mouth, rubbing his face hard, "Did you laugh? No laugh, I want to cry when I look like this, it's uncomfortable for you, Aunt Sizhu must love you."

"I saw it. You were laughing just now." Murong Jie stared at her, looking very angry.

Zi An shook his head and denied, "Impossible, how can I laugh when you tell me such a sad thing? I'm too hard to be too late."

"Ben Wang is not blind." Murong Jie sat up and opened the quilt before leaving. He saw Xia Zi'an smiling, which made him feel humiliated and angry.

Zi An reached out and grabbed him, angrily said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just ... I just couldn't control it, and I didn't know I smiled."

"You mean, you heard Aunt Sizhu died, and you couldn't help but laugh?" Murong Jie couldn't believe his ears, and his feelings for her suddenly became furious.

Zi An whispered: "No, I thought, I didn't know that the aunt Sizhu died when I started. I thought it was your favorite person. You said that the best woman died for you."

He looked at her inexplicably, "What the **** is this? When did this king deliberately fall in love?"

"Rouer!" Zi An twisted the quilt. "Didn't she give me her clothes before?"

Murong Jie looked at her, "You mean, you just heard that this king didn't like anyone, so you laugh?"