Divine Doctor's Daughter: Emperor, please marry me!

Heavenly order, imperial capital.

The strong night covered everything, and there was silence in the huge Mu house.

The light moonlight reflected from the window coffin and fell on the figure sitting upright, which was a little cold.

It was an extremely young man with a handsome face, smooth lines from eyebrow bone to bridge of nose, and sharp mandible.

He is still wearing the black armor of three days ago.

Yes, he has kept this position and sat in silence for three days.

This is also the longest three days of his life.

Countless pictures flashed through my mind.

It's like a strange dream, but it's very real.

The truth is that he almost thinks that his present self is in a dream.

A cool wind blew through the courtyard and the leaves rustled.

He clearly didn't do anything, but he felt very tired at this time.

Even when I lost my way in the wilderness and was seriously injured, but still walked on foot for ten days without sleep, I never did.

He closed his eyes and felt that everything in his mind seemed to tear him apart.

For a long time, he opened his eyes.

At this time, the sky has a trace of fish belly white.

He stood up and glanced slowly over the table before he came to it.

In his present position, the cost of food and clothing is naturally excellent.

At a glance, Paperweight, ink and brush are extremely precious.

But in the end, his eyes fell on the edge of a brush.

The texture of this one is also very good, but it seems to have traces of years because it is old.

It really doesn't look impressive here.

He picked up the brush.

Tentacles are slightly cool, but they are very smooth and comfortable.

At this moment, she seemed to think of her soft hand and the warm touch when it fell on the back of her hand.

"Take it like this."

She said with a smile, without any contempt for him on her face.

Even if his hands were full of red, swollen and festering chilblain.

Remembering the scene at that time, he couldn't help rubbing the back of his right hand with his other hand, and the corner of his lip bent very shallow.

But the smile soon dissipated and caught the frost.

Dudu.

There was a knock on the door outside and the guard carefully reported:

"Sir, your highness is going to Xixin Liyuan today. Would you like to accompany him?"

There is only one Royal Highness in this mu house.

Diji.

Hearing this, Mu Qing and his hands beat.

The brush just dipped in ink stagnated in the air, a drop of ink fell, and quickly fainted and dyed a mass of black.

For a moment, he took the one away as usual.

Then he finally wrote.

His movement was very slow and his expression was particularly focused. However, the palm of his hand, which could hold the weight, was trembling slightly at this time.

With every stroke, he seemed to pour all his efforts into it.

It was clear that there was only one word, but he wrote it very hard.

When he finished his last stroke, his lips were pale.

Only those eyes can see the bottom in a few deep steps.

"My lord?"

The people outside boldly urged again.

These three days, adults have always locked themselves in their study without any movement. They are not worried.

Only move out of Diji can it be useful.

Mu Qinghe looked down at the word.

Yue.

When he closed his eyes and opened them again, all the emotions in his eyes had dissipated, leaving only endless sharpness and bitterness.

"Go. Tune a hundred elite and go with you. "

It is common for Diji to go to Xinli garden. Generally, she doesn't make a big fuss, and even the guards rarely take her.

A hundred elite, plus him, is enough.

Enough - seal her life.

......

Soon, from Xinli garden to the Royal ancestral hall.

Mu Qinghe received her three requests for help.

Thirteen Yue was lured away from the mountain, and all the available people around her were trapped elsewhere.

The only thing we can rely on is him.

But he didn't move. He just crushed all the news.

When the fire started from the Royal ancestral hall, he was not far away.

The crazy flame rose into the sky and almost burned through half the sky.

He knew that qihan came back desperately and that many people wanted to save her.

He just doesn't know.

Until later, when the time was almost over, he finally took people to put out the fire and save people.

But where else can we save?

There were no bones under the fire.

Mu Qing and Hong looked for it in the flames and ruins for a long time.

Finally, he was in a mess, fell on his knees and finally fainted.

When he woke up again, Jiang Yucheng was there.

"Lord mu“

Jiang Yucheng's face lost the color of grief when facing outsiders. He looked down at him with a smile on his lips, but with subtle sarcasm,

"You should know that from now on, she is no longer her person."

Mu Qinghe was silent for a long time.

But in the end, he smiled in Jiang Yucheng's stunned eyes.

He nodded and said:

"I know."

He was never, never.

He didn't have such luck. He didn't even dare to have extravagant hopes.

......

The fire became Mu Qinghe's nightmare.

Day and night, the scene of that day always came to his mind.

I can't remember how many times, he woke up with a trembling start, a cold sweat, and the cold almost invaded the bone marrow.

He was so tortured that he was almost crazy.

This situation, when I went to Yaochen and saw the girl, finally changed.

He saw those familiar but strange eyes.

The biggest difference is the look in her eyes.

Shock, doubt, disbelief.

Mu Qinghe should just ignore it.

But after that, the fire in his dream turned into a pair of eyes.

He heard her question:

"Mu Qinghe, how dare you betray the palace!"

Word by word, like a sharp blade carved into bone and blood, the knife is dripping with blood.

He covered his chest, decadent and desperate.

"Your Highness... I..."

No,

But even when he was alone, even in a dream, he didn't dare to say this.

He thought that this nightmare would probably have to be solved by her herself.

If only she could kill him herself.

......

He finally waited until this day.

The cold and sharp blade pierced into the flesh and blood. He could feel the blood in his body slowly passing, along with heat and vitality.

But he feels good.

These years, there is no better time than this moment.

He saw her wake up, saw her return, saw that she was about to take back everything.

As the first envoy, he seems to have lived a long time.

Always superior and unparalleled in power.

But it seems that only in those ten years of God's order, they are really alive.

His whole life was like going through a long nightmare.

There are only a few fragments with temperature.

In fact, there are few, but it is enough to comfort this life.

Therefore, he is willing to make all these choices.

His sight gradually blurred, and finally he couldn't take another look at his face.

He laughed.

Fortunately, in the end, he died and got what he wanted.

Good.