Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2512 Release

When Murong Feilan said the three words "King of Former Qin", his eyes changed.

No longer looking at friends.

The atmosphere in the study suddenly changed. Ying Baoyue looked up at him, and her eyes also changed.

She knew that at this moment Murong Feilan was no longer her and Ying Su's friend, but a king representing the interests of the entire Later Liao.

She closed the memorial in her hand, stood up, and looked Murong Feilan in the eye.

"How can I tell you this so easily?"

Ying Baoyue smiled, his eyes sharpened, "Let me secure the position of King of Qin first."

Murong Feilan's words had completely awakened her.

  She has to quell so many internal and external troubles one by one. If she is hesitant on such an internal matter as appointing a national teacher, how can she be worthy of being the King of Qin?

This answer was quite distant, but Murong Feilan was very happy to hear it.

Ying Baoyue's eyes have regained much of their former spirit and they have found their former courage.

"It seems you have figured it out?"

Ying Baoyue nodded, "You are right. Since I am the King of Qin, I must put the interests of Qin first."

Now that it is wartime, she must choose the most suitable national teacher for the country.

To put it bluntly, even if Nan Chu didn't let her go, she would have snatched the person from Nan Chu. It was really hypocritical of her to be hesitating now that she had the person.

"If you can figure it out, then there will be no problem."

Murong Feilan smiled and said, "You will become a qualified king."

As long as Ying Baoyue officially becomes the ruler of a country, the Qin State will have nothing to worry about.

The only thing she needs to worry about now is her own condition.

"Since we have the help of the Imperial Master, you don't have to read these memorials," Murong Feilan pinched Ying Baoyue's shoulders and raised his chin towards the bed, "Go to sleep."

"Wait a minute, I still..."

"How important are these things that you need to work so hard to see them?"

Murong Feilan said calmly, "Really important things are not handled in the study."

Ying Baoyue couldn't refute.

The other party is a more experienced ruler, and his words are very real.

Murong Feilan dragged her to the couch without giving her any time to speak and forced her to sit down.

"Feilan, please go back to Houliao first. I'm really fine now."

Ying Baoyue looked up at him and said, "It's not that I don't want to sleep, I really..."

"I'm not trying to force you to sleep," Murong Feilan sighed, "I just want you to hear your own voice."

"How can I go back if you're like this?"

"Baoyue, you are crying."

Ying Baoyue was stunned.

"What did you say?"

"As soon as I walked in, I heard crying," Murong Feilan reached out and stroked her cheek.

"You're crying."

"Liar."

Ying Baoyue calmed down and looked at him with a smile, "Which eye of yours saw me crying?"

Murong Feilan looked into her eyes quietly, "Your heart is crying."

"Have you forgotten? I could always tell."

"I saw that nine years ago."

Nine years ago, Lin Baoyue was accompanied by Lin Shubai, but nine years later, there are not many people around her who truly understand her.

So he knew he had to come as soon as possible.

The moment he stepped into the study and saw Ying Baoyue raising his head from the pile of books, Murong Feilan knew he had come to the right place.

When Ying Baoyue was sitting alone in the study, she was actually crying.

It was a silent cry.

Looking at Murong Feilan's serious gaze, the smile on Ying Baoyue's face disappeared.

It was a very quiet night. The entire study was silent and the only sound was the breathing of the two people.

"Baoyue, you told me before."

"Tears can dilute the sadness in the world." Murong Feilan gently stroked Ying Baoyue's cheek. This touch did not contain any desire between men and women, but only the care between family members.

Ying Baoyue's breathing gradually became rapid. She clutched Murong Feilan's clothes tightly, bent down little by little, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

"Cry," Murong Feilan touched her hair, his voice extremely gentle.

"No one else will see you here, and with the barrier there, no one will hear you crying."

"Before dawn, shed all the tears you need to shed."

Ying Baoyue's shoulders began to tremble violently, and he sobbed silently and rapidly.

"Feilan, why is it that every time I realize I'm in love with someone, he leaves me?"

"Why can't I be stronger?"

If she were strong enough, the master wouldn't have to sacrifice himself to protect her.

If she was strong enough, Ying Su would not have been ambushed in his previous life.

If she was strong enough, she could fight Yun Zhongjun on her own and nothing would happen to Li Ji.

Big tears fell on Murong Feilan's shoes, and Murong Feilan's heart tightened. He said nothing, but gently patted the back of the girl who was crying breathlessly in front of him, "That's it, just cry it out."

Murong Feilan knew that what Ying Baoyue needed was not comfort, and she could figure these things out on her own.

What she needs is emotional release.

She has encountered too many things during this period of time.

The accident of the beloved, the truth about the death of the Great God of Destiny, the pressure of ascending the throne as a woman...

"Cry, Baoyue."

Murong Feilan's eyes also turned red.

"Many things in this world are unsolvable. When you've cried enough, just dry your tears and get back on your way."

Ying Baoyue lowered her head and bent her waist, not letting anyone see her expression. She cried heart-wrenchingly and was heartbroken.

I don’t know how long she cried, but the shaking of her shoulders gradually stopped and her body softened forward.

Murong Feilan reached out to catch her, bent down to pick her up, put her on the couch and covered her with a quilt.

Looking at the girl with her eyes closed on the couch, his eyes became stern.

Murong Feilan turned around and walked to the study and opened the door.

Sure enough, Ji Jiashu, who had left earlier, was standing in front of the door with a nervous look on his face.

The door suddenly opened, and Ji Jiashu's eyes widened suddenly, full of alertness.

Murong Feilan didn't say much, "Come in."

  Ji Jiashu flashed into the room and saw Ying Baoyue lying on the couch. His aura fluctuated violently.

"Baoyue..."

"She's fine, but she's also got something."

Murong Feilan explained quickly, for he was afraid that if he explained too late the young man would draw his sword and kill him.

"She cried for a while, and all the heat and poison in her heart came out," Murong Feilan frowned, "but she had too many hidden injuries in her body and the deficiency was serious. When she relaxed for a while, she felt tired."

From the Former Qin to Southern Chu to Eastern Wu to Later Liao to Northern Wei to Western Rong...

No matter how many injuries she suffered along the way, Ying Baoyue always relied on her willpower to hold on. She never stopped and continued to break through her limits and force her way through.

Her body was already covered with scars from the inside out.

Now, after the great pain and sorrow, as soon as her body relaxed, all her accumulated fatigue and injuries came back at once with great force.

Ji Jiashu put his hand on Ying Baoyue's pulse, and his fingers twitched as if they were burned.

Ying Baoyue's pulse was so chaotic that it was hard for him to imagine.

"This this……"

This is definitely not a situation that can be solved by ordinary doctors.

Ji Jiashu couldn't think of anyone who could cure her, and Ying Baoyue himself was the most skilled doctor he had ever seen.

"For now, there is only one person who can save her."

Murong Feilan took a deep breath.

"Who?"

"Jun Qionghua, Song Zhai."

  Professional postpartum care provider (not)

Prepare to go back to my mother's house