The little lady of Xuanmen has become popular in the sixth palace by fortune-telling

Chapter 146 I will do my best to take you away
Hearing that Mrs. Wen was right, Wen Deng was still a little incredulous. A little joy appeared in his eyes: "Really, mother, I can go see my sister."

Mrs. Wen nodded: "Really."

She looked at Aunt Yuan, and her tone was not warm: "Let the eldest lady get ready, just tell her that the prince refuses to take the medicine and ask her to coax him."

"Yes."

Aunt Yuan put the steaming medicine in the box and closed it, and then went to Tinglan Pavilion where Wenluo was.

Hearing the lantern, he stood up hurriedly and walked a few steps toward the door. As if he remembered something, he turned around and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, mother."

Then he left without looking back.

After Wen Deng left, Mrs. Wen swept the teapot on the table to the ground.

Wen Deng and Wen Luo shouldn't have been put together before. If she hadn't been so busy in those years, how could Wen Luo have made Wen Deng so inseparable from her.

Mrs. Wen sneered. Wen Luo was much smarter than she thought, but no one could try to change Wen Deng's fate. This was the path he must take.

Tinglan Court
Aunt Yuan looked at Wen Luo who climbed up from the bed with cold eyes: "The prince is here, do you know what to do?"

She put the box on the table: "This is the prince's medicine. He won't drink it until he sees you. Don't use any tricks. Keep your little tricks away. You alone can't shake the Wen family."

Wen Luo lowered his head and said in a weak voice: "I understand, Aunt Yuan, I have never had any other thoughts."

Aunt Yuan nodded with satisfaction: "That's good." She glanced across her gauze-wrapped wrist: "Hide the injury and don't let the prince see it."

Wenluo's fingertips were slightly bent, and she slowly pulled up the sleeve of her left hand. After covering it, Granny Yuan turned around and left the room.

The next moment, he ran in after hearing the light. He was panting slightly, and his beautiful eyes turned from silence to smile: "Sister, I finally see you."

Wenluo's right hand holding the sleeve was clenched tightly, leaving finger marks on the clothes. Her face was pale and she had no strength: "What are you doing here?"

Wen Deng looked at her blankly, ignoring her indifference. He closed the door and stood there with his lips pursed: "They all said that my sister is sick. I want to know if you are seriously ill."

Wen Luo raised her eyes. Her eyes were beautiful amber: "I'm fine. If you have nothing else to do, just go."

Wen Deng was speechless, and then took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve. It contained tonics, which Wen Deng used to replenish his body. Each pill was worth a thousand gold.

He put the medicine on the table, and when he lowered his eyes, he could see Wen Luo's pale eyebrows. There was a dense pain in his heart. He couldn't tell what it felt like, but he really felt sorry for Wen Luo.

"Sister, you will be fine after eating this."

Wen Luo took one look at it and quickly looked away. She opened the box, revealing the dark medicinal juice inside and handed it to Wen Deng: "Drink the medicine and leave."

Wen Deng sat next to Wen Luo and stubbornly poured out the pills: "Sister, this medicine is not bitter."

Wen Luo dug her palms with her fingertips hidden in her sleeves. Her expression was very calm: "I told you I don't need it. Just drink the medicine and leave immediately. I'm not welcome here..."

Her voice stopped suddenly, her eyes were filled with astonishment, and the medicine that Wen Deng suddenly put into her mouth was indeed not bitter as he said, and there was even a hint of sweetness on the tip of her tongue.

She subconsciously wanted to vomit it out, but Wen Deng covered her mouth with quick eyes and hands. He smiled softly and said, "Sister, this medicine is very expensive."

Wen Deng's tonic was refined by the miracle doctor Fan Shuang, and it was hard to find one.

Wen Luo looked at him blankly. The pill turned into water in her mouth and flowed down her throat into her stomach, instantly warming her entire cold body.

After seeing her eating, Wen Deng's hand moved away. He put his hand behind his back and clenched it slightly into a fist.

"Why...you are so good to me, but I am obviously so bad to you."

She tried her best to push Wen Deng away, but he was like a piece of dog-skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off once it got on it. "Because sister... was very kind to me before." Wen Deng's expression was very gentle. Only in front of Wen Luo could he take off the sharp thorns on his body.

"My sister used to coax me, sing to me when I was sick and in pain, and give me candy when I fell down. It seemed that as long as I was with my sister, I could still be that carefree Wen Deng, because of you Will protect me."

"But..." Wen Deng paused: "I have grown up, and I want to protect you, so don't push me away, okay?"

Wen Luo's eyes were a little sour. She had just come to the Duke's Mansion when she was a child. Little Wen Deng was only three years old. She was very thin and weak, as if she would die at any time.

At that time, Mrs. Wen was busy seeking medical consultation for Ben Guogong. In order to cure the old Duke, she had no energy to take care of Wen Deng anymore.

And she was also a child, and she was also afraid, so she moved closer to Wen Deng, looking for a solace, a safe haven that she could rely on for a while.

It's just that when he was a child, he was afraid of suffering and pain when he heard the light, and he loved to cry. He was also particularly afraid of being alone. He lacked a sense of security. Both siblings were lonely people.

Lonely people may be better able to come together because they can save each other.

When Wen Deng saw that she was silent, he smiled nonchalantly and said, "Sister, I still remember the Tomorrow song you sang to me when you were a kid."

He cleared his throat:

“Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows.

I was born until tomorrow, everything will be wasted.

The world suffers from being tired tomorrow, and the spring and autumn are coming.

Look at the water flowing in the east in the morning, and watch the sun fall in the west at dusk.

How many years will tomorrow be?Please listen to my tomorrow song. "

A familiar tune with a long history.

Wen Luo burst into tears immediately.

In fact, this was what her own mother often sang to her. At that time, she was still living in a Hele family. After her mother sang this song to put her to sleep that night, her family was destroyed and she was taken away. When she came to the strange Duke's Mansion, she didn't even know who the enemy was who caused her family to die tragically.

Someone pointed at Mrs. Wen and said, "This will be your mother from now on."

She didn't even have room to refute, so they made arrangements for her. She was Wen Deng's medicine slave, and she had to contribute to Wen Deng until the last moment of her life.

She should hate the Duke of Enguo, but Wen Deng is also very pitiful.

So the situation became what it is now.

Wen Deng wiped her tears in a panic: "Sister, am I singing too hard? I..."

There was a faint medicinal smell on the tip of his nose, which was the smell of Wen Luo's body. Wen Deng's pupils shrank slightly, and he froze and looked at Wen Luo who suddenly hugged him.

"Wen Deng." Wen Luo's voice was choked with sobs, and her tears soaked his collar, bringing with it a burst of moisture.

"Wen Deng, I'm so tired. Wen Deng, living is really painful. What should I do to get rid of this life? I don't want to, I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life, Wen Deng."

Her cry was very small, and she had to suppress her crying. Wen Deng raised his hand and hugged Wen Luo's back. In a place where Wen Luo couldn't see, there was strong anger rolling in his eyes.

"Sister, don't be afraid. I promise you that I will do my best to take you away."

　Today is also a day when I feel sorry for sister Wenluo

　　Note: "Tomorrow's Song" comes from Ming Dynasty Qian Fu
　　
　
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