A man sat in front of the bed, his affectionate eyes always looking at the unconscious person. He has been watching over him since last night.

For some reason, the scene last night felt like he was worrying about gain and loss. In the past few days, he had been suppressing his heart, and then he realized that no matter what happened, he still couldn't let go of her.

The warm hand was gently clasped in the palm of his hand, and he touched the frail face with one hand. If it was not for the diagnosis of her pulse, her body could no longer work hard, and he suddenly realized that he would be so angry before that he would demote her to

She was a slave and was given to the clothes bureau. She had completely forgotten about her body.

These slender hands are no longer as soft as before. I don’t know how many clothes have been washed. She must be the only one who knows the pain involved. She has been enduring it.

Seeing her slightly trembling eyelashes, he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her affectionately. From her eyelids, she slid down to her lips, kissing her softly.

The person beneath him slowly opened his eyes. The kiss he gave just now was like a long-lost kiss. Still, it was still so familiar.

"Is there anything else wrong with your body?"

That tender and tender voice seemed to be back to the beginning. But the scene from last night suddenly appeared in my mind, and I suddenly grabbed his hand and begged: "Haochen, please save him quickly, he can't die."

I don't know why I would say this.

But there have always been too many secrets about him. Even what he did suddenly this time must have ulterior secrets. Everything about him has already been set up.

When Ye Yilan saw his cold eyes, she subconsciously pulled her hand away, not daring to look directly at him.

When Murong Haochen saw her, the first thing he said was to beg for the person last night. In her eyes, was he not as good as that person?

He looked at her angrily with cold eyes, stood up from her arms indifferently, and said coldly: "If the person who died last night was me, would you be so worried?"

After hearing these words, her weak body slowly sat up. She knew that he was angry and blamed herself for not asking about his injury.

If he was really dead, she would naturally not be like this. Last night, when she saw him stabbing her, she felt pain in her heart.

"Your wound..."

As soon as she stretched out her hand, his sleeve ruthlessly passed through her fingertips. At that moment, she actually laughed at herself. The tender words just now seemed to be gone.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his hands clasped tightly, and a low voice slowly came: "Ye Yilan, in your eyes, am I inferior to the person who holds you hostage?"

He didn't care about the wounds on his body. What he cared about was her. Why could she care so much about someone who held her hostage?

With gentle steps, she got down from the bed and stood beside him. Looking at the stern face, the expression was very similar to the ruthlessness of that day. She raised a smile at the corner of her mouth and said bitterly: "That man is dead.

Well, what else does the Emperor care about?"

His death allowed him to return to Murong Haochen, which shows that he cared so much about his own words, so why should he not accommodate him.

Care about it? Murong Haochen chuckled disdainfully and said, "Then don't let me hear what you just said."

When he turned around, he saw her standing beside him, her eyes exuding noble pride, completely losing the pity look she had in the past.

She changed and became calmer.

As soon as he got closer, he saw her looking down and taking a step back silently. When Murong Haochen saw the situation, no matter whether she was avoiding him at this moment, he still held her in his arms, and his words were cold and cold.

Silk Rouqing: "The imperial doctor said that your body is weak and you need to rest for a few days."

Rest? Rest here?

The moment he picked her up, the wound in his arms last night was clearly visible and came into view deeply. The tears in her eyes were what she had been holding back.

"Are you blaming me?"

From the moment she put him on the bed, she still hugged his neck with her hands and refused to let go. Although she didn't want to accommodate him, she still had a soft heart like him. It seemed that the temper between them was getting worse and worse.

More and more alike.

A hand slowly reached out to his wound. It was unimaginable that he would stab himself in the scene last night. He had never owed himself, but this time he owed his life.

"Are you sure about the size of that wound?"

I don’t know how deep the wound was. When I picked myself up just now, did it tear the wound?

There is no clue at all from his face. He always likes to hide himself very well and never says anything. His fingertips lightly scratched, and he felt extremely annoyed. He still can't forgive himself, why should he?

Watching him helplessly. Zi Ling will not hurt him in the slightest, and he can obviously escape, just because he wants to prove it?

But this proves that one life is worth one life.

Murong Haochen watched her fingers touch the wound, held her hand tightly, kissed the back of her hand deeply, and chuckled: "You still care about me?"

Biting his lip, he lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty saved my life, so naturally I feel guilty."

Guilt?

This concern turned into guilt. These words were obviously duplicitous.

Sining's eyes looked at her and asked: "Let me ask you, do you know that person?"

"I know what the emperor is suspecting. I just want to know the purpose of that person's trip, but I never thought that someone would shoot an arrow to kill him. All the news disappeared with him."

From beginning to end, this is just a scene in front of us, but no one may know that the arrow shooting will happen.

If he knew that he was using this matter to regain divine grace, would he be disgusted? Or maybe, all this is too much. In his heart, he must have been looking for an opportunity.

After hearing these words, even if she thought so carefully, it would be too late at that time.

"Slave? You really think of yourself as a slave." She smiled affectionately with doting eyes, caressing his cheek, and whispered in his ear. "I am willing to favor a slave."

From last night, when she called herself a slave, she knew it was hurting her heart.

His hands were intertwined with hers, his eyes were already moving and blurred, and he was sucking her neck deeply.

Ye Yilan felt his deep affection, but now the relationship between them is no longer what it used to be, and it shouldn't be like this. Unless she is still Chen Zhaoyi. Only in this way can the relationship between them return to the beginning.

She frowned and pushed him away forcefully. Instead, he subconsciously covered the wound and sat up in a panic. He was about to reach out to touch but silently put it down. The guilt was always hidden in the tip of his heart and he lowered his eyes and said: "But

Did you get a wound?"

"No problem."

Seeing her resisting so much, I naturally wouldn't force her and smiled calmly and affectionately.

It's okay? Such an understatement is indeed his temperament all along.

She raised her eyes slightly and stared into his eyes. The two looked at each other, but Ye Yilan had no intention of evading.

She lowered her hand and slowly put it into his wound. The tears she held back in her eyes could not be restrained. They flowed down involuntarily and she choked: "Why did you say last night that you owed me this?"

?"

She repeatedly asked herself if this was a mistake. She shouldn't be so smart that she almost hurt him. Regardless of whether he was safe at the moment, the wound might stay with him for the rest of his life, and he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Seeing her tears, my heart ached even more. I kissed the bitter tears, hugged her lovingly into my arms, gently brushed away her tears, and whispered softly in her ear: "I've always owed you to me."

A freedom, naturally, will be returned to you."

He never thought that she would care about this. In fact, no matter what, what he owed her was that he would always be alone for the rest of his life. But it was good to express his feelings to her, which would be like his feelings for her in the future.

He didn't want her to doubt whether he loved her again.

She stood up from his arms, with a faint trace of tears on her cheeks: "From now on, it's not you who owes me, but I owe you."

Murong Haochen, you don't owe me anything, but I owe you too much.

"How are you going to repay what you owe me?" He smiled fondly and teased in a pretense of provocation.

"Why don't you take my life so that I can give an explanation to the people in the Northern Desert?"

"I will investigate this matter thoroughly." Hearing this, the corners of his smiling lips suddenly lost their smile. "I don't want to trade your life for someone else's. Your life can only belong to me, Murong Haochen."

For one person."

How could his woman be manipulated at will? I just don't know if she knows about Han Xin.

Hearing his words, Ye Yilan felt relieved. But she didn't know if Caifeng had found anything in the harem these days.

Seeing his hands gently comforting her and her lips getting closer, she subconsciously hid by his side shyly.

Seeing this, Murong Haochen frowned and looked at her actions in confusion. He gradually noticed the slight sound of footsteps behind him, and suddenly stood up and turned around to look.

"What's wrong with the Imperial Grandmother? She's here and no one informs her?"

No wonder Lan'er was hiding in such fear. Looking back, the corners of her mouth could not help but raise secretly.

"Aijia, I'm afraid I'll disturb you two."

From the moment she entered Chen Lan Palace, she didn't want anyone to report it. If she hadn't heard that he was injured, she wouldn't have dared to come to visit him in a hurry. She saw that he looked safe and sound, but his face was indeed a bit weathered, and his body was still intact.

The clothes I had no time to change in the future were still stained with blood from last night.

He actually took care of Ye Yilan for one night regardless of his own health. He was really affectionate.

Ye Yilan got off the bed, knelt on the ground and said, "Slave, please see the Empress Dowager."

Ye Yilan was a ghost, but I saw that he was indifferent, and he would be forbearing in the face of favors. Hearing the voice of slave, he really became distorted. He pretended to sigh and said: "The Ai family thought that the emperor would change his mind about what happened last night, but he didn't

I have never thought about my status as a slave."

"Anyi, you haven't helped Chen Zhaoyi up yet."

After hearing this, An Yi also received the emperor's signal, so she immediately told Chen Zhaoyi to help her up and put her on the bed to rest.

"If the Ai family doesn't come, I'm afraid the emperor will hide the fact that he was injured."

"A little injury, no need for the royal grandmother to worry about it."
To be continued...