514 how to believe

"How can it be?" Qian Yumo took the golden bowl and sat down by the bed. The spoon gently stirred the red dates and blood swallow in the bowl: "Why don't you eat?"

He looked at her like that and seemed to care, but there was a sense of alienation and suspicion in his eyes...

He doesn't believe her...

Nie Ziyan suddenly felt that her hair was cold.

She hurriedly turned to the beginning: "I can't eat it!"

"Why?"

The tip of my nose was sour: "Since I came back, my sister has been unhappy. Every time I go to see her, it's either an accident or vomiting blood. Isn't it all about me? My sister must hate me to death! And it was good, but as soon as I appeared, everything was broken. The people in the palace had to say that..."

He covered his lips and cried extremely depressedly.

Qian Yumo looked at her in an instant, looked at her, and speculated...

The successive things of Yuncai are indeed related to her, and he also understands that it is all because of Yuncai's nature...

My eyes darkened, and I thought of the unconscious person, but I didn't know now...

However, when I think about it, Nie Ziyan seems to have been hiding a needle in front of the clouds, especially today...

Of course, her words are also correct, but there are some words that can be heard from this side or understood from that side, and it is no wonder that they fall into the heart of the originally tight clouds...

But should Ziyan really have evil thoughts?

He looked at those watery eyes... She thought she had been crying for a long time, and her face was a little swollen.

The purple smoke in his impression, the purple smoke ten years ago, as he described to Luo Wener, is beautiful, kind, timid, shy, simple, **... Even now, she can't change the problem of crying. She really knows...

Is it because she is more careful, or is it difficult to believe her intentions because of her persistence in her beauty?

She is jealous of the clouds, which is normal, just like the clouds don't like her, just...

Is it still unbelievable? But Dr. Qin's desire to stop... Is it out of a doctor's concern or something?

The sudden appearance of purple smoke caused everyone's doubts in his heart. It's not that he didn't think about it, but that kind of surprise that he lost and recovered. The little things he got along with in the past made him unable to believe that this was a conspiracy. The key is, why did Ziyan create a conspiracy against him? She is his purple smoke, the purple smoke that loves each other, and is willing to accompany him to go far away. How can she...

Maybe, as she said, after she was injured, she hid in Tibet. Dongfang Ning saved her. However, because of the serious injury, she was embarrassed to come out to see him and waited until now...

Of course, it was also because he rarely went to the Queen's Fengchi Palace that he could not find her existence. It's really a good place to hide!

But Dongfang Ning... Didn't she set off that fire? She can't wait for Ziyan to die, how can she save her?

However, Ziyan was saved by her. Is there something else hidden in those years? Is Dongfang Ning innocent? So what happened to the fire? More or...

"Amo, is Luo Shangyi better? It's all my fault... Go back and accompany her, or someone will talk about me..."

She lowered her head quickly, and tears fell from the tip of her nose.

Qian Yumo's heart softened.

He really shouldn't doubt her. How can Ziyan be such a complicated person? If she is complicated, she will not have almost died in the fire, and now she is worried that her appearance will cause cloud disease.

In the palace, what is better than the sword is the human heart. She has suffered so much, how can he put her in a sad place?

"Okay, you rest first. I'll see you tomorrow..."

She patted her hand and got up, but remembered something and turned around. Looking at her loss, she felt a little sorry.

He sat down again, picked up the bowl on the desk and looked at her with a smile: "Why don't you eat this?" Otherwise, you will really become an old woman."

Nie Ziyan was amused by him, and her voice was a little vague because of crying, but it was even more charming.

She raised her eyes, tears flashed, and her red lips were slightly pouting: "It's okay to eat, I want you to feed me..."

Who can refuse such a request? Moreover, she looked at him like this every time she acted coquettishly.

So he smiled, scooped a spoonful and sent it to her mouth...

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It's still the same as before. My temper comes and goes quickly. After a while, I began to bite the spoon and joke with him.

To put it bluntly, I just want him to comfort him, just like a child.

Qian Yumo shook his head and smiled softly. Looking up again, Bichi Palace is in front of you.

Compared with the brightness of Yong'an Palace, the light here seems to be darker.

He stopped and walked to Lingyun Pavilion.

Near the door, the palace people with lights on the road dispersed.

He took a deep breath and opened the door...

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"Girl, don't..."

"P..."

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the soft cry of Pan Yun and the cracking of porcelain.

He hurried to the room and saw Luo Wener grab the bowl in Pan Yun's hand and drink it all.

"What's going on?"

He watched Luo Wener cover her mouth, neck, and swallowed desperately.

There is a dark brown ** oozing from between the fingers, winding on the back of the white hand, and another drop by drop falling on the plain nightg, like withering plum blossoms.

"The girl wanted to get better quickly, but she couldn't take this medicine and vomited after taking it. I let the maidservant fry a lot, and the girl said..." Pan Yun couldn't help crying, but still insisted: "If you vomit, just vomit. There will always be something left, as long as you drink a few more bowls..."

The relaxed mood has long disappeared. At this moment, the heart seems to be soaked in medicine. As long as you move, the bitterness will penetrate into every crack.

"Clouds..."

He grabbed the bowl in her hand, but Luo Wener finally endured to the limit, "wow" and spit the medicine on the ground again.

"Bir the medicine!" He held her in a cool tone.

Panyun responded quickly.

Luo Wen'er was going to push him again and was restrained by him. She was so weak that she could only fall into **, gasping hard and not to see him.

The eyes fell on her lips... The fresh and porcelain-like light powder in the past is now covered with medicinal juice, which is cracked because of high fever and drugs. It seems that the dry riverbed has oozed blood and filled every ditch finely, which looks shocking.

"Wang Shang, medicine..."

Pan Yun hurriedly brought the medicine.

Qian Yumo took it and poured it all into his mouth.

As soon as Luo Wener saw him, she knew what he was going to do and was eager to avoid it, but he had pressed up and easily kissed her lips. Instead of her resistance, she had already clicked the acupuncture point and slowly crossed the medicine into it.

I have to say that the sentence "I'm used to vomiting" in "Journey to the West" is completely reasonable. When the stomach is used to vomiting, no matter what it eats, it will automatically reverse, not to mention the medicine she has always hated the most?

So soon, the medicine poured up.

She tried to push him away... She didn't want to stain him, but he pressed her hard, and his lips didn't leave her at all.

So the medicine quickly poured into his mouth, as bitter as before.

This is the taste, this is the torture, how long has his clouds endured? But Yuncai, no matter how bitter medicine it is, no matter how difficult it is, I will face it with you!

He hugged her tighter, prevented her from struggling, and pushed the medicine into her throat again.

I don't know how long it took. The liquid did not surge up, but he didn't leave. He only kissed her lips again and again, trying to infiltrate her dryness and suck out the residual liquid between the cracks, so that she could no longer feel bitterness.

I don't know how long it took, and finally a hand fell on his back. Although it was very light and cold, it was enough to make his heart hot.

"Go to bed, I'm fine..."

This is the first time she has spoken to him so calmly since the appearance of Ziyan, and the first time... hugged him.

The heart that hung for a few days, nowhere to fall, finally fell slowly.

Just now, when he saw that she was desperate to drink those bitter things, his heart...

Do you want to use this to ease the recent pain, or are you afraid that he will worry, or does she no longer need his worries?

Whether it is, it makes him panicked.

It's not that he doesn't understand. Ziyan came again and again. He listened to those words harshly, not to mention her? But she didn't say a word. He knew how powerful she was. However, if she didn't want him to do it, why should she keep silent?

But she really doesn't know what to do, or she knows, but she can't accept it, so she wants to escape, but... Yuncai, how can I let you leave me?

"Go to sleep. If you do this, your body can't stand it..."

His clouds always feel sorry for him.

I can't tell what it's like in my heart, and there is a fever in my throat. He put his head on her neck. After a long time, Fang said angrily and pleadingly, "I want to sleep here..."

Obviously, he felt that her breath was stagnant, and his heart couldn't help tightening.

He knows what she is thinking, but clouds, I didn't, I really didn't...

For a long time, Fang listened to her say quietly, "I always cough for fear of disturbing you..."

"No!" He immediately assured: "If you are not around, I won't sleep well..."

Sneak a glance at her face, but when he saw her struggling for a long time, he intended to move.

He immediately let her go, and she made room for him.

He quickly lay down and hugged her again. As a result, it pressed on her chest, causing her to cough for a while.

He nervously helped her breathe until she gasped and calmed down and said faintly, "Go to sleep..."

Then close your eyes.

Her thinness is visible. In just a few days, she seems to have changed. He looked at her pale cheeks, cracked lips, deep eye sockets... Even the long static eyelashes looked so tired.

Hold her carefully, and her lips are gently printed on her temples: "Cloud, I didn't, believe me, there won't be..."

The long eyelashes trembled... Is he promising her? Does he need her trust? However, in this case, how long can she trust him by the side of the woman who is smiling or tearful? How long can his determination last?