Chapter 123 Gentle Choice

Xue Feizi walked into the hall where Nangong Fu lived, and then approached the screen of the inner hall. After pressing the mechanism, he only heard a creak, and the wall gradually cracked, emitting a chill.

I'm afraid that no one thought that this tunnel led to the bottom of the bath, a cold area where ordinary people's body temperature could not adapt at all. Xue Feizi secretly carried internal force. When he passed through the door of the second secret room, the cold air had penetrated into the body and resisted the warm current in his body.

In the secret room, there is ice around, reflecting countless crystal light. The ice** in the middle. The man in red sat above with his eyes closed. His enchanting and beautiful facial features seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, frost on his eyebrows, and the blood stains at the corners of his mouth were also transparent. He looked like an ice sculpture. .

Xue Feizi approached the ice**, and his body became colder and colder. He knew that Nangong Fu was afraid that he had fainted at this moment, so he put on the pulse of the other party and heard the gentle heartbeat that he was lucky to heal the other party with his inner breath.

When the layer of frost faded from the other party's body, the cold air had penetrated into Xue Feizi's body, making him cough uncontrollably, but the ice man slowly opened his eyes, and the color in his pupils returned to normal from dark color. He turned his head slightly, looked at Xue Feizi on one side, and suddenly said, "Who is it? Who is she?

The cold question made Xue Feizi stunned for a moment. Of course, he knew who Nangong Fu was asking. When he opened his mouth, he said with enthusiasm: "She is your wife, the Mrs. Nangongbao you are marrying by Ming media."

Madam? Nangong Fu frowned. Just now, he felt that he did dream of her in red, but he didn't have the bridal chamber candles as he imagined.

"You lied. If she were my wife, how could she want to kill me again and again?"

When Nangong Fu was angry, his body steamed out of heat, and Xue Feizi's eyebrows tightened. It turned out that Nangong Fu did not fully recover his memory as he imagined. His heart was still tortured by those painful pictures. He hated him not enough, but his love was deep, so it was not the failure of magic, but the bottom of his heart. The relationship is too deep, so it has been cracked.

He doesn't know whether this is fortunate or unfortunate. The only thing he can confirm now is that he has found a way to save the woman.

"My wife misunderstood the palace owner, because of the misunderstanding that she also hurt the palace owner. In fact, in the bottom of my wife's heart, she never thought of really killing the palace owner."

Is that so? Nangong Fu's pupils gradually deepened and remembered what the woman said before she fell into a coma. She said that she was wrong. She didn't want to hurt him. Was it true that his memory deceived him? This was not what happened.

"How is she now?"

The depth in the pupil faded, and Nangong Fu came down from Bing**. His white hair was enchanted, but his face was indescribable feelings.

"No, her body can no longer stand the tossing, and the fear in her heart has trapped her."

Xue Feizi sighed that although Nangong Fu's memory had not fully recovered, the result was better than he thought, at least now she is safe.

"Fear?"

Nangong Fu's heart jumped faintly and looked at Xue Feizi puzzledly.

"What the palace owner has done these days is enough to make anyone feel afraid, not to mention that she is still a weak woman. I'm afraid that for a long time, my wife will be afraid of the palace owner."

Xue Feizi kept a few tentatives in his words and made sure that it was what he thought before he calmed down.

"Then how can I make her not afraid of me?"

Nang Fu turned around. The room was cold, but as usual, he seemed to have lost his sense of cold and heat.

"With heart to heart, I believe that in time, my wife will understand the painstaking efforts of the palace master."

Nangong Fu frowned and said nothing. After a long time, he opened his mouth and his voice was as cold as before: "You step back."

Xue Feizi heard the words and saluted, and then withdrew from the secret room. Although the sky outside the hall was dark, it was much warmer than in the secret room. There was a smile on his lips, especially the thought of such a warm smile in his heart, and his footsteps became faster and faster.

Entering the hall, the maid saluted him. Xue Feizi set up her sleeves, asked them to retreat, and then walked into the inner hall.

On the bed, Yu Meiren had changed into clean clothes, and her pale little face gradually became bloody.

In the dream, there was a white swan, standing alone in the middle of the stage. Beauty Yu walked over and sprinkled a beam of light, and then she followed the white swan to dance, as if she had released the dream swan, generally free. Then she proudly completed the last rotation. The music stopped and the light lit up. There are countless people under the stage, countless applause, and everything is dedicated to her, a girl full of dreams.

Is it a dream? But why is it so true? She suddenly remembered that this was clearly her previous life, the scene when she first danced and won the award. At that time, like most girls, she always had many beautiful dreams.

Suddenly, the music rose again. Following the eyes of the crowd, Yu Meiren turned around. A man like a British aristocrat walked to the stage with flowers in his hand. His eyebrows were elegant and his facial features were beautiful. There was no melancholy under the peach tree, but only endless tenderness and nostalgia.

"Who are you?"

Yu Meiren is a little unclear. Such a dream is too beautiful, but shouldn't that man have appeared in ancient times? How can it appear in modern pictures?

"Xiaoyue, have you forgotten? I'm Peng Bin.

Peng Bin, Yu Meiren's heart suddenly jumped. Who is the familiar name? Xiaoyue? Did she travel to modern times again, and the man in front of her is her husband Peng Bin?

No way, she remembered Peng Bin's face. How could she be so gentle and handsome? Yu Meiren shook her head: "I'm dreaming. No, you're not Peng Bin, you're Beiqiu Yin."

"Fool, you are not dreaming, the previous one is the dream, and I am the reality."

The man smiled and handed the bouquet in his hand to her: "I love you."

Is it real in front of you? Beauty Yu was a little hesitant. She turned around, and the people under the stage were still there, and then turned around. The person in front of her did not disappear. Perhaps it was the truth now. She finally heard the sentence she stubbornly wanted to hear from his mouth.

When the joy in her heart was about to pour out, Yu Meiren stretched out her hand to pick up the bouquet, but when her fingers were about to touch the bouquet, her body seemed to be pulled back by something hard, and those beautiful pictures were getting farther and farther away from her.

Beauty Yu turned her head in panic and looked at the person who pulled her back. It was still a warm and jade-like face, but this time it was an ancient costume. She looked at him in consterlingly, still in such a gentle tone, but it was like a sharp blade cutting the old wound from the bottom of her heart: "Beauty Yu Don't dream. You are just a chess piece, just a chess piece of my Beiqiu Yin. It will always be just a chess piece.

Only in an instant, the man's face in front of him gradually became ferocious, and then the white clothes were also burned out of blood. What came into his eyes was a silver-haired and demon-like face, and his words were completely cold: "Did you hear it? You are just a chess piece and a plaything. Don't let me get tired of you, or you will suffer more than now. Life is better than death.

Beauty Yu hugged her head. She didn't listen and didn't accept such a reality. She didn't want to. No one wanted to force her.

Yu Mei shook her head vigorously and opened her eyes. It was dark around her. She opened her eyes in horror and couldn't see anything, but she could hear a clear gasp. It seemed that someone was hiding around her and could torture her to death at any time.

Yu Meiren circled in place, and then reached out to pull her hair.

Save her, who will save her...

The expression on the woman's face was full of pain, and her fingers grabbed something randomly in the void. Xue Feizi came close and heard a small moan among Yu Mei's population: "Help me, help me..."

He had a nightmare. Xue Feizi stretched out his hand and touched the woman's forehead. He wanted to see if the fever would subside, but his finger was grabbed by the woman hard. It was very hard. As long as the other party's nails penetrated into his skin, Xue Feizi wanted to break free, but he saw a piece of beauty's forehead, as if he had caught some life-saving straw. Do your best.

"Beauty, beauty, wake up."

I couldn't bear it, so I didn't pull my hand back. I just gently pulled Yu Meiren's arm with the other hand in an attempt to wake her up from the nightmare.

A faint voice called her. Yu Meiren stopped turning around and raised her head. Something seemed to be getting brighter and brighter in the dark. Then she seemed to be saved from the nightmare and slowly opened her eyes. The face in front of her became clearer and clearer. The man was dressed in white, as if in a dream. Then she sat up from **, instantly He hugged the man in front of him, as if he wanted to try to catch something.

"Help me, help me, Xue Feizi, help me out."

After Yu Meiren finished speaking, her eyes darkened and she fainted again.

Xue Feizi's heart trembled, and then stretched out his hand and gently hugged the woman who fell into a coma. Just now, he didn't hear it wrong. She knew who he was. He heard his name from her mouth. She was calling him, not a plain confrontation. She asked him to save her. She was asking him for help.

Xue Feizi took a deep breath, and there were inexplicable feelings in his chest. Almost all the waves gushed out, but he tried to suppress it. He held the woman in his arms. For the first time, he could be so close to him with his identity, but he had no intention of blaspheming her at all. He just held her like this until After a long time, he put the woman back on the bed, and then carefully looked at the woman's little face with tears, as if it were the attachment of the whole world. Then he laughed. This was also the first time that he smiled with such a real feeling.

He reached out and wiped away the tears on her face, then looked at her and said, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you. I will definitely let you live the life you want."

In the last sentence, Xue Feizi did not say anything. He would help her, because he loved this woman, even if it was doomed.