Prince is So Good At Love

in the house.

Changge's hands holding the water cup are trembling. She looks at Mo Wentian without expression. There is a trace of stubbornness in her eyes. She follows Duanwang, but she doesn't learn to be cruel.

It is clear that she is a substitute, but every time the scene that Mo Wentian cut her neck last night appeared in her head, she couldn't help but want to be nice to him and take care of him.

"Long song, I know you are a long song. Thank you for taking care of me." Mo Wentian found that he spoke very hard. He couldn't speak too loud. When he spoke, his throat ached.

I don't know if I can get better, but it doesn't matter.

"You're welcome. You saved me anyway. I should take care of you." There is no expression on Changge's face. She is numbly moving in her hand.

According to Mu Yunxi told her, Mo Wentian needs to keep warm because he lost too much blood.

First, she tested Mo Wentian's forehead with her hand, and the forehead was not hot. Then she wiped his face, arms, legs and stomach with a hot towel.

Long song did not dare to look at his expression at a glance. After finishing, he threw the towel into the basin.

The kitchen is stewed with pig liver soup to replenish blood.

Long song went out and brought in a bowl of pig liver soup. By the way, he took a big bag of red dates from the kitchen.

But Mo Wentian couldn't eat anything too hard because of her throat injury. She took a small pestle and disc, ground the dates into powder, and then made them thick with hot water, and fed them to him at any time.

I don't know if I feel guilty. Changge takes care of me very carefully.

Mo Wentian didn't adapt to let others feed him. When the spoon of long song was about to touch his lips, he quickly took it away. He endured the pain of his throat and drank a few mouthfuls, then he stopped drinking.

"It turns out that you are from Duanwang. Why do you want to help him?" Mo Wentian asked before she went out with pig liver soup.

Long song is very calm, there is no expression on his face: "it's not the same to do things for anyone. I didn't ask you to save me, and I'm going to die. It's you who treat me as the person in your fantasy and disturb all this. I tell you, I'm not that person. Please make it clear later."

She carried herself on her back, her long black hair scattered on her waist, and her voice was firm and resolute.

"I know you are not Yiyi," Mo Wentian said, as if immersed in deep memories, his face full of strong emotion.

"But you are really like her, not only looks like her, but also as naive and lovely as her."

Naive and lovely?

Long song disdained to smile, she has never been an innocent and lovely person.

In the palace of King Qin, the weak song is not the real one, and she doesn't want to pretend to be such a weak woman.

"Mr. Mo, I'm sorry. The innocent and lovely person you want is not me." Long song's indifferent eyes flitted over his face, then turned mercilessly and walked out of the door.

Mo Wentian's body is trembling, and Yiyi's appearance is constantly remembered in his mind. Yiyi, where are you? I miss you so much. Can't I see you in my life?

The sky outside is deep blue, and a long song stands in the yard. From his pocket, he takes out a long written note, rolls it into a circle the size of a little finger, and blows a special whistle for training carrier pigeons.

In the blue sky, a white carrier pigeon fluttered its wings and landed on her hand.

Long song long sigh, the note tied to the pigeon's feet, and then let go, the pigeon will fly into the sky.

The two pigeons were raised by Duanwang. Since they were born, they have been together, feeding in the same cage and training in the same place. They have deep feelings for each other, but one of them has died, and this one is the only one left.

Just like the long song, she slightly squints her eyes and looks at the direction it goes away. When she looks back, she sees dusk Yunxi standing behind her.

Changge's body trembles suddenly, but it soon calms down. She smiles to muyunxi: "have you seen it?"

The little carrier pigeon flew very fast, and soon disappeared.

"Yes, but I guess you didn't report what happened here to Duanwang." Dusk Yunxi looks straight at the long song.

Long song eyebrow slightly Cu, slender willow eyebrow outlines the pair of apricot eyes, eyes quite some doubt to look at the dusk Yunxi.

This kind of mood soon converged, but began to laugh low, especially harsh: "princess, you are too confident, anyway, the carrier pigeon has already flown out, and only Duanwang knows the content above."

Mu Yunxi walked slowly in the yard with his hands behind his back, "it's impossible to hide the truth. Duan Wang already knows that we have found your identity, but you don't come back. He will guess that you are either dead or betrayed him.

Since you let the carrier pigeon out, he will know that you are still alive, then he will think that you have betrayed him. Do you think it is possible for you to come back to him again? "

Long song a Leng, the original dusk Yunxi just intentionally let her pigeon out.

Is to let the end Wang know she is still alive, but did not go back, so misunderstood himself.In an instant, like an invisible needle into the heart, let the long song had some ups and downs of the heart, become more turbulent, constantly disturbing her mind.

On the one hand, Mo Wentian, on the other hand, Duanwang, a person who died for her, and a person who saved her and gave her a future, how to choose?

If he died that day, wouldn't he have such a difficult choice?

Long song suddenly sneered, "since you have guessed everything and mastered everything, why torture me like this?"

Mu Yunxi shook his head: "the only thing we can't guess is that Mo Wentian's feelings for you. We won't let you go when Mo Wentian is not sure whether he will leave you. After all, he died for you once."

After all, she was not held in the palm of her hand. Once she sank in the heart of a long song, she was a bird raised by others, and could never fly freely in the sky.

Is it because this face trapped her?

Long song slowly touched his face, if this face is no longer like this, will everything be better?

She can't bear to be a substitute for others, can't put aside the shadow of so-called dependence, and can't concentrate on Mo Wentian.

Mu Yunxi looks at Changge's action and knows what she is thinking. He says: "if you scratch this face, I will help you to heal it again. If you scratch again, I will help you to heal it again. You have to believe that I have this ability."

There were only two voices in the quiet yard. Changge's face was pale and bloodless. She found that dusk Yunxi was also terrible.

A couple in Lord Qin's mansion are all like birds of a feather, killing people without blood.

The long song ran away without saying a word.

Dusk Yunxi looks at the figure of long song running away, squints. If she chooses the right direction, the future road will become bright.