Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

With a stun in my heart, I heard Han Zitong said, "No, the Yan family sent a few passers-by to follow us. Fortunately, none of our human-alerts were followed by them, otherwise it would not be as smooth as it is now."

After she had said it, the room was quiet.

Pei Yuanxiu didn't speak immediately. I don't know if it was because of the thought or the weak relationship, but Han Zitong was obviously more nervous. She said softly, "What's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong?"

"..."

My heart froze a bit.

As soon as she had finished speaking, I went over.

My footsteps were not deliberately controlled. In such a narrow and deep corridor, it was particularly eye-catching, and the voice in the room immediately quieted down. When I walked by, I saw Pei Yuanxiu covered with a thin quilt. Sitting on the bed, his face was almost pale and the color of the pillow under him was a color.

Han Zitong was standing by the bed, two or three steps away.

Unlike the bloodless person on the bed, her face was slightly red, and even the tips of the ears hidden in the bun were red, as if there was a fire burning inside, just her face, but deliberately pressed I do n’t know if anyone found it.

They both looked back at me.

I stood at the door, and as soon as I saw Pei Yuanxiu, my footwork stopped.

This scene really seems to coincide with the scene in Jixiang Village many years ago. He is also weak, with a chest injury, thick bandages, pale bloodless lips, and godless eyes ...

He froze slightly and looked up at me: "Light."

"..."

I couldn't speak for a while, just stood at the door and stared at him, and Pei Yuanxiu's face saw a trace of sadness and joy intermingled, as if everything around me could not be felt, silent. Looking at me, after a while, he said, "Go out."

"..."

Han Zitong immediately understood that he was talking about himself. Suddenly, some red cheeks and ear tips had faded the red tide. She lowered her head and said nothing. She turned and walked over to the doorway. When she walked When I was by my side, I rolled my shoulders a little and let her go out.

The door wasn't closed. I just stood at the door, but felt that all the sounds around me had calmed down, except for a tall figure at the door—naturally the "Mr. Xie", leaving only the weak man in the room. When he looked up at me, his breath was a bit heavy, I wonder if it was my illusion, and even the tight bandage on his chest added a little bit of red.

However, neither of them spoke immediately.

We looked at each other so quietly for a long time, feeling his eyes flickering, and I hesitated for a long time, but at the same time both of them spoke at the same time--

"You won?"

"Are you OK?"

I froze for a moment, and he also froze, looking down at his chest injury, somehow, just now I don't think his injury is hurting, but at this moment, I clearly saw a trace of pain in his eyes. He was silent for a while and said, "Until the end, I can't see my winning or losing."

Then, he looked up at me again.

"My winning or losing has always been in your hands."

"My hands?"

I repeated this sentence, but I do n’t know why I felt a bit painful on the tip of my tongue. I slowly raised my thin hand and looked at it. For some reason, my mind sounded when I used to resign from the presidency and left the capital. The poem chanted on the ancient road outside the city——

Poor Emperor Qianqiu, his hands pushed into the tide.

Is his winning or losing in my hands?

I smiled lightly: "I don't think I have such a great ability."

He looked at me: "You lie."

"..."

"You just don't want to use those capabilities."

"..."

My heart trembled a little, looking at him with no smile, so solemn that it made people feel a little heavy eyes, and could not help but be silent-then my hand will send his future, his wish, send Where to go?

Just when my mood was getting turbulent, he asked gently, "Are you still hurting?"

"..."

I froze and looked up at him.

He looked a hundred times weaker than me, but looked at me seriously: "I, hurt you."

"..."

"Does it still hurt?"

"..." I looked at him silently, and after a while, said lightly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. You hurt my measure, just right."

This sentence suffocated his breath, and I looked at him and said, "But I may not be able to master such a measure."

After saying this, I do n’t want to look at him as if the eyes were hit with a severe blow to the chest injury. The pain was so clear that it could be transmitted to people. I lowered my head and took a deep breath. After a breath, turn around and go out.

At the door, Mr. Xie stood quietly.

He didn't move, but I know that he must be in the room with all his energy. As long as I have a little bit to do and hurt the man on the bed, he will rush in without hesitation and solve me in one move. .

I only glanced at him, and before I had time to say anything, I saw the other end of the promenade, and Han Zitong hurried over.

Her face was a little panicked. When she came over and saw me at the door, her brows were twisted together. I faintly felt wrong, so she didn't leave immediately, and she didn't talk to me and went straight into the cabin. , But have heard Pei Yuanxiu's coughing voice.

She hurriedly said, "What happened to you ?!"

"Cough, cough ..."

"What happened to you, Yuan Xiu? What did she do to you? Did she—"

Just when she was about to turn around and come to me to calculate, Pei Yuanxiu had coughed up and curled up, but she barely raised her hand to swing it. Han Zitong looked at him like this and suddenly got anxious eyes It's all red.

But finally, he finally stopped the cough, leaned back to the bed with a little gasp, I felt that I had stayed for too long, and Mr. Xie kept looking at me without talking, but with his eyes Urging me to leave quickly.

So, just as I was about to leave, I heard Pei Yuanxiu's voice inside, "What's the matter with you?"

Yeah, just now Pei Yuanxiu let her go. With her temperament, if Pei Yuanxiu didn't call her, she shouldn't be back so soon and broke into his room directly.

As soon as my steps were subconscious, I heard Han Zitong hesitate, and then said, "You, your injury is not good yet. Don't worry, it's just a trivial matter."

"What happened?"

"There seems to be a team of men and women over Nishikawa. Come here."