Spoil the world: Medical concubine wants to repudiate her husband

It will be two days before the rain stops.

As soon as Wen Yi returned to the medical school this day, Zhuge Ming said to her heavily, "come with me to the palace. It's not good to be modest."

Wen Yi's heart fluttered, but he still pretended to be calm and asked Zhuge Ming, "hasn't his injury healed yet?"

Zhuge Ming shook his head. "No, his injury is almost better, but his legs are paralyzed and can't make him strong."

Wen Yi knew that his blood began to run smoothly. She was silent, picked up the medicine box and said, "let's go!"

It's sunny today. The sun is transparent and charming. The world has been cleaned, very fresh, and the air has become pure.

Wen Yi enters song Yunqian's room. Song Yunqian sits in the master's chair. His chin has green stubble, his face is a little pale, his eyes are sharp, and there is a trace of yin and soft indifference on his handsome face.

When he saw Wen Yi, he nodded his head and said, "you're coming!"

Wen Yi suddenly felt a lump in her throat. She said, "see the Lord!"

"Don't be polite!" he waved his hand, put away the sharp in his eyes and replaced it with a touch of impatience. "Come and show me how my feet are."

Wenyi walked over and approached him. She stood in front of him and smelled the smell of him, as if it were another world.

Once, on such a sunny day, in this room, she sent him a wheelchair. He held her and kissed her. It was so beautiful and lingering.

Tears almost fell silently. She held back her tears, squatted down and pulled up his trouser legs. Just as she pulled up, her hands became stiff. Where were his legs white and smooth three years ago? Scars covered his feet, so ferocious, so terrible, so shocking.

"Wounded on the battlefield?" her voice, in fact, had choked, but it was also the fear and pain that she had exhausted her whole body to press her heart.

Song Yunqian said faintly, "the king cut it himself. These legs killed the king's favorite woman!"

Wen Yi was stunned. A powerful sadness and anger came like a sea of mountains. She suddenly stood up, raised her hand and gave him a slap in the face. Tears slipped from her eyes and shouted to him like a madman, "are you crazy?"

A trace of anger crossed song Yunqian's eyes. He quickly raised his head and locked her with cold eyes. Seeing the tears and pain in her eyes, he was stunned. His face gradually became cautious, with a trace of expectation that he could not perceive. He didn't ask, but looked at her quietly with dark eyes.

Wenyi's chest seemed to explode. She wanted to jump on him and hit him hard. With so many wounds, she couldn't imagine what life he had been living these years. She opened her mouth, turned abruptly, and flew out.

At the moment she turned around, she clearly saw Zhuge Ming's pale face.

She couldn't care so much. She couldn't care to be discovered. She couldn't face his wound and treat herself in this way.

Finally, she suddenly understood why he was so angry when he thought she hurt herself that day.

Song Yunqian's face suddenly turned white. He stood up and hurried out.

Although his feet could not exert much strength, he soon caught up with Wen Yi by lifting his feet with his internal force.

He grabbed Wenyi's hand, turned her shoulders, and put his eyes on her tears. Wenyi wiped his tears with his hand and didn't look at him.

Song Yunqian asked her with a trace of caution and panic, "what's your name?"

Wenyi bit her lips and didn't say. Tears just wiped away and kept falling. She looked at the plate of Gladiolus leaves under the corridor. Those leaves seemed to be wounds across song Yunqian's legs, which hurt her eyes.

He reached out to wipe away her tears and asked in a trembling voice, "can you tell me your name?"

She suddenly looked up at him. She didn't know whether it was cold or because of heartache. Her whole body trembled and even her teeth fought. There was a desperate light in her eyes. She opened her lips and resolutely said, "my name is Wenyi!"

It seemed that under the clear sky, a thunder suddenly sounded, so clearly and strongly split into song Yunqian's mind. He stared at her. In his memory, a woman smiled and said, "my name is Wenyi!"

The woman's face was engraved in his heart, but it was her words that went deeper into the bone marrow.

"Are you Wenyi?" he asked her in a daze. "Is your name Wenyi? Or are you Wenyi?" his heart seemed to jump out. He felt that his head was blank. It seemed that there was a trace of happiness in front of him. He could hold it in his hand. However, he was afraid to stretch out his hand to grasp this trace of happiness. Finally, the happiness would become a knife and stab him all over.

He trembled and touched his waist. There was a sharp dagger hanging there. He took down the dagger and suddenly bent down to scratch his leg. The blood spilled out and dyed his jade white trousers red.

He moved so quickly that all the people around him were unprepared. When he reacted, the blood had gushed out.

Wen Yi covered his mouth and stepped back. His frightened eyes were full of tears.

There was a voice in her ear. It was Zhuge Ming's voice. He said, "whenever his heart hurts too much, he will do it."

Wen Yi shook her head, closed her eyes, suddenly opened it again, shook her head and said painfully, "I'm not Wen Yi, I'm not Wen Yi..." she felt a smell of fishy sweetness in her throat, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and then there was a darkness in front of her eyes, and she slipped quietly.

"Ah..." song Yunqian looked at her vomiting blood and fainted. He suddenly shouted in horror, as if a scene three years ago had happened in front of him again. He couldn't accept it. He couldn't accept Wen Yi's death in front of him again. He didn't want to bear the pain again.

He stabbed the dagger deeply into his chest. He knew that only after this pain, it would not hurt again.

Wen Yi recovered from his screams. She opened her eyes and saw a scene that broke her heart and soul. She didn't know that the scene of her death in his arms three years ago had become his nightmare and a pain he didn't dare to touch in his life.

Her whole body was cold, her mind was blank, and her heart was too painful to breathe.

She didn't know how to get back to the Zhiyi Pavilion. She only knew that someone was holding her. She followed the person carrying song Yunqian step by step, hesitating and confused, as if all her strength had been pulled away, and her feet were like stepping on cotton. Every step printed a Wang of blood on the cotton.

After all, she was rescued. She sat in front of the bed and someone spoke in her ear. She turned a deaf ear and only looked at the people on the bed with such painful eyes.

For a long time, she didn't know anything when she was dark.

She had a terrible dream. In the dream, she saw song Yunqian covered in blood and looked at her with such confused eyes. Then, he suddenly picked up a dagger and stabbed his heart. The blood sprayed on her face. The warm and viscous breath almost suffocated her. She felt unable to breathe.

Someone kept calling in her ear, "princess, Princess..."

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Mammy's sad and happy eyes.

In the scene in the courtyard of Zhiyi Pavilion, the servants of Zhiyi Pavilion saw it. Mammy and Xiaoju knew that the LORD had once named the princess Wenyi. So when she said her name was Wenyi, Mammy surprised them.

Only the two of them know the name of Wenyi. Even Xiaoqing doesn't know it. So now there are only Mammy and chrysanthemum in the room.

Wen Yi suddenly sat up, took Mammy's hand and asked, "how's the Lord?"

Mammy gently comforted, "don't worry, princess. The prince is fine. Doctor Zhuge said he had passed the dangerous period."

Wenyi got out of bed and put on his shoes. "I'm going to see him!"

Mammy suddenly took her hand and cried, "princess, just come back. In the past three years, you almost blinded Mammy's eyes!"

Wenyi's heart suddenly softened. She looked at Mammy's gray hair and wrinkled corners of her eyes. She felt very uncomfortable. Xiaoju also came forward and hugged Wenyi and cried loudly. While crying, she said, "Xiaoju is not afraid. No matter whether the princess is a ghost or a person, Xiaoju is not afraid. As long as the princess comes back."

Wenyi hugged Xiaoju and said, "don't cry. Since you're glad I'm back, smile and show me. Don't cry."

This sentence is equivalent to her admitting. When she saw Mammy, she asked, "I'll talk to you later, but now I want to see him first."

Mammy understood and said, "OK, I'll go with the princess."

Wen Yi looked up at her and said, "Mammy, you still don't want to call me princess. People outside say I'm dead. If you call me that, it will scare them."

Mammy smiled with tears and said, "look how confused I am. Well, well, if you don't call me princess, just call me miss."

Wen Yi made a sound and hurried out without waiting for Mammy.

She is familiar with Zhiyi Pavilion. It hasn't changed at all since three years ago. She just lived in the west wing. It's only three minutes' walk to the main house of Zhiyi pavilion where song Yunqian lives.

What happened in Zhiyi Pavilion today is unknown to the outside except that several people in Zhiyi Pavilion saw it. Zhuge Ming ordered to block the news, so even the imperial doctor didn't know that song Yunqian was injured again, and concubine Rou naturally didn't know.

Zhuge Ming sat beside the eight immortals table in the room. He held a cup of hot water in his hand and kept turning the cup with his hands. He seemed a little uneasy.

Seeing Wen Yi coming in, he looked at Wen Yi, his eyes paused, and then slowly said, "you're coming!"

Wen Yi nodded and looked at Song Yunqian on the bed. He didn't wake up, his face was pale, his lips were no blood, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the green stubble on his chin was more obvious. She asked, "how is he?"

Zhuge Ming said, "as before, it will get better."

Wen Yi sat on the stool next to the eight immortals table and looked at Zhuge Ming. She knew that she could no longer hide her identity in front of Zhuge Ming, so she stopped saying those ambiguous words and asked, "has he had a hard time in the past three years?"

Zhuge Ming looked at her with a trace of sarcasm on his elegant face. "Bitter? He said that his heart disappeared with you when you died. How can people without a heart feel bitter?"

Wen Yi's face showed a sad look and murmured, "I didn't think he lived like this."

Zhuge Ming suddenly became angry, "at the beginning, you shouldn't have hurt yourself to save him. You died to save him. Do you think he can still live like a normal person?"

Wen Yi was stunned, and her face slowly became serious. She said, "even if I don't test my body, I will die. I didn't die to save him." she couldn't fit Yang Luoyi's body, and death was sooner or later. However, song Yunqian thought that she died entirely because she saved him, and because of this, he would feel so painful and guilty in the past three years.