Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

"enough!"

Xue Bing put Luo Ling on the ground, rushed over and grabbed Yuwen Haoyu's collar: "Stop talking, do you know? Linger didn't choose me, she only has you in her heart, only you, Yuwen Haoyu Haoyu, do you understand what I said?"

Yuwen Haoyu stared blankly at Xue Bing, and murmured at the corner of his mouth: "You...what did you say? You said Linger didn't choose you? Me?"

"Yes, it's you, the person she chose is you!" Xue Bing said bitterly: "You know, when I saw your indifferent look just now, I thought, why did Linger give all her heart to you? On your body, if you didn't stop me just now, but let me leave with Ling'er in my arms, then I swear, no matter whether Ling'er's injury can be cured or not, I will not let her come back to you again! "

"Why are you telling me this?" Yuwen Haoyu gently took Xue Bing's hand away, stared into his eyes and asked: "Although I stopped you, you can still take Linger away, Is not it?"

"No!"

Xue Bing smiled bitterly: "Could it be that I am such a despicable person in your heart? Since you really love Ling'er, why should I bother her?"

"I……"

"No need to say more!" Xue Bing's eyes suddenly flashed a flash of determination, he didn't look at Yuwen Haoyu again, turned around and left: "You take Ling'er back to the palace, and take good care of her!"

"how about you?"

"I'll go to Xuefeng to find a miracle doctor!" Xue Bing didn't turn his head back, "I told you before, I can't trust the imperial doctor in your palace."

……

One month later, Tinglan Palace.

"Is there still no way?" Yuwen Haoyu no longer had an expectant expression on his face, as if this inquiry was a routine.

Sure enough, the imperial doctor shook his head.

"Okay, go down." Yuwen Haoyu waved his hand, a little absent-minded.

It's been a month, a full month, and the imperial physicians in the palace have tried their best, but there is no way to wake Luo Ling up.

She was still in a coma, just lying there quietly.

Don't move, don't smile, don't talk.

There is no longer the vitality of the past, the laughter of the past.

Yuwen Haoyu sat there, gently holding Luo Ling's hand, his eyes were full of deep affection. For the past month, he has been by Luo Ling's side, taking care of her and watching her carefully.

"Ling'er, you must wake up, we still have a long way to go!"

Yuwen Haoyu lovingly took a warm towel, wiped Luo Ling's face, then sighed softly, and walked outside.

The sun was setting and there were willows on the walls of the palace. Yuwen Haoyu quietly watched a group of tired birds flying past the sky by himself.

He slowly closed his eyes, leaning against the willow tree, thinking about Linger's voice and smile, recalling the past bit by bit.

"Birds fly by without leaving a trace in the sky, but people always like to recall those past events. Perhaps those birds with no worries are happier than people!"

Suddenly, as if a gust of wind was blowing, it was the sound of fluttering clothes.

Yuwen Haoyu hurriedly opened his eyes, only to find Xue Yue standing in front of him.

"It's you?"

Yuwen Haoyu was shocked at first, and then turned into resentment. He remembered Xue Bing's words. It was the person in front of him. He was the murderer who injured Linger. It was because of him that Linger became what he is now. .

"Come on!"