After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 427
Li Cang staggered suddenly, and almost fell to the ground.

He covered his chest with one hand, and a thin layer of sweat slowly surfaced on that indifferent face because of the pain.

It was this kind of familiar pain again, which always hit him suddenly when he was not prepared, crushing him instantly.

Without thinking too much, he clutched his chest and stumbled towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The ridiculous thing is that even he himself doesn't understand what this is for?
He went, so what?

The censor Cheng said that he hated bald heads, that's why he hit him on purpose on horseback.

Reason told him not to go, because he had no position, and because he was inexplicable, but the pace under his feet was fast.

After half an hour, he finally arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Looking at the majestic house, he hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened.

He clasped his hands together, "The poor monk leaves Cang, please see the prime minister."

Li Cang's name was like a thunderbolt, and no one knew it, so when he appeared here, the housekeeper almost ran towards it without any hesitation.

"Master, Li Cang is here." Wei Chu walked in and uttered a sentence with a complicated expression.

Hearing this, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to blurt out the word 'I don't see', but he swallowed the words abruptly when he saw the still unconscious person on the bed.

"Let him in."

"..." Wei Chu glanced at him unexpectedly, "Yes."

Originally thought that according to the master's temperament, he would definitely disappear, who knew...

After a while, Li Cang walked in under the leadership of Wei Chu.

Those eyes were as plain as water as usual, but cold as ice.

He walked straight over, and when he caught sight of the pale person on the bed, his chest convulsed again, this time, it was more intense than before.

In a short time, his complexion was as pale as paper, his teeth clenched his lips, as if he was trying to suppress something.

"What's the matter?" Gu Qingyu's voice without a trace of emotion rang out, and after a short distance, he looked at Li Cang expressionlessly, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

Li Cang didn't understand his expression at the moment, he just looked at Yin Jiuqing who was still unconscious on the bed, "I feel like I've known him for a long time."

Gu Qingyu's eyes followed his and fell on Yin Jiuqing, his beautiful brows were slightly clustered, "She is the real person."

"Monk..."

In a coma, her lips parted invisibly, and she uttered two words weakly and barely audibly.

At this moment, his originally bloodless face was as pale as paper, his immersed eyes shrank slightly, and he was looking at her on the bed with a shocked gaze.

He had a serious illness, a serious illness that even the imperial doctor couldn't find out, every day and night, as soon as he closed his eyes, a person would appear in his dream, and when he woke up, his heart ached so badly that he couldn't control it.

He could feel his own happiness when she appeared, but he couldn't see her appearance clearly, he only knew that she would call him: monk, little monk.

But at this moment, looking at this face, something gradually became clear.

He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be choked by something.

His lips opened and closed, and he desperately growled two words, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

A faint gloomy light flashed in Gu Qingyu's eyes.

It turned out that in her dark dream, Li Cang was really the only one.

"Get out!" In the silence, his cold voice sounded slowly, making people unable to distinguish between emotions and anger, "The truth is that bald heads are not pleasing to the eye!"

(End of this chapter)