Absolute Love Concubine Leng-My wife

Chapter 31 Lovesickness is Useless, Only Tears Farewell (2)
In the past, he had always lived for his father, queen, mother and concubine. After they passed away, his life suddenly fell into darkness. When he saw Cheng'er for the first time, she was standing under the peach blossom tree, with bright eyes. , she pulled up the corner of his clothes familiarly, "Are you Brother Nan Feng? You look so good-looking."

His heart suddenly became gentle, like ice water that has not melted all year long suddenly met a warm current, and that little girl has become an existence that weighs more than a thousand catties in his heart since then.

When he was happiest, it was her bright smile. When he was saddest, it was when she cried. I don't know when, she has become a part of his life.

Slowly stretching out his hand, he touched the gatehouse. That day, it was there, she disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was the last time he saw her. Unexpectedly, it was the last time he saw her again.

In the darkness of the room, he fell heavily on the ground, his back pressed against the cold floor, and his heart suddenly felt peaceful.

On the big carved bed, the young man fell asleep peacefully, his picturesque eyebrows and eyes were pale and quiet.

"The lord is depressed. He must have encountered something that made him sad. The lord doesn't want to wake up. He has to tie the bell to untie it. This old man is helpless."

An old man with a white beard was wearing the third-rank official dress of the imperial hospital, and said with a frown.

Ningshuang's heart sank. This person is a highly respected old doctor in the Imperial Hospital. He has treated countless difficult and miscellaneous diseases, but he can't save the prince. What should I do?

Frustrated in her heart, the person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell is not ignorant of this truth, but the person who can save the prince is no longer there.

"Sister Ningshuang, Mr. Yan is here." A clear female voice came to mind outside.

Ningshuang couldn't help being overjoyed, Mr. Yan and the prince are good friends, maybe he can wake up the prince.He waved his handkerchief, "Come in, please."

While talking, a young maid led a young man in a brocade robe to come in from the door. The maid walked lightly, and it seemed that she had a solid foundation. After she led the young man in, she stood on the edge of the bed with her hands folded.

And that young man's black hair is lightly pulled back, his face is fair, his lips are like vermilion red, and his slightly slanted peach blossom eyes are infinitely romantic, just looking carefully at his expression, it reveals a trace of haggardness.

At this moment, he looked at the boy who had passed out on the bed, and said to Ningshuang, "Let them all go down."

Ningshuang paused for a moment, then waved her hand, signaling for everyone to back down.

"But..." The maid who led the boy in looked at the prince on the bed and then at Mr. Yan in front of him.

"Haoxue, step back."Ningshuang frowned and said.

The maid named Haoxue finally retreated unwillingly, and the room was instantly silent.

Yan Xiujue remained silent and stood quietly on the spot. After a long time, he said with a low sigh.

"I know you are sad, but why am I not?"

"The moment I knew she was dead, I was no better than you at all, although I knew that the person she liked was you."Yan Xiujue spoke very slowly, as if he was telling an irrelevant story, but his voice was suppressing a huge tremor.

"If you can wake up, I will tell you a secret, a secret that no one knows."He lowered his voice, and smiled happily like a child who succeeded in playing a prank.

The boy was still lying quietly on the bed, only the wind outside the window was silently blowing the hair on his sideburns.

"I spent a lot of money to bribe a person who went to Yunfu to collect the corpse at that time. He said that there was no corpse of a little girl at all."

Yan Xiujue frowned, "So, Ah Cheng may not be dead."

Outside the window, flowers and leaves are flying, colorful butterflies are fluttering, indoors, the boy's tightly closed eyelashes trembled slowly, the gauze curtain wrapped around the curtain, as if separated by fog, he slowly opened his eyes, the boy's deep-seated cry made people weep.

"Orange...".

(End of this chapter)