Spoil the world: Medical concubine wants to repudiate her husband

Zhuge Ming stared at her, "no, I checked the wound for you. You just had a wound on your leg, but there were no other injuries. Your pulse even showed that you had no other dark diseases. If you didn't try the needle, you couldn't die."

Wen Yi shook his head and asked in a deep voice, "three years ago, you already knew I wasn't Yang Luoyi?"

Zhuge Ming was silent for a moment and said, "it was after your death that he was completely sure that you were not Luo Yi." he told her what happened after her death, even the national teacher told her that she was a strange woman.

Wen Yi was surprised. "You mean, even the emperor and queen know I'm not Luo Yi?"

"That's right!" ZHUGE Ming said, "when Luo Yi died, you probably didn't know to say goodbye to her parents. If it weren't for her goodbye, we might not know about your resurrection, and then ask the national teacher to verify it."

Wen Yi's face was pale. She didn't think that people in the world were so tolerant of her. She always thought that if people knew that she was reborn from the dead, she would be burned to death in the end. Think of it, it is not the ancient people who are stupid, but the modern people who think they are right.

Wenyi didn't know how to explain to him that she was very confused because her soul was inconsistent with her body. She made such a simple thing so complicated. In those years, if she had no intention of him, maybe the outcome would be different.

She looked up at Zhuge Ming. "Go and have a rest first. I'll just watch him here."

Zhuge Ming got up and looked back at Song Yunqian. He turned his back to Wenyi, so Wenyi didn't see the guilt and pain in his eyes.

After Zhuge Ming left, Wen Yi sat in front of song Yunqian's bed. She felt a lot of this move. She came back to hide her identity and thought she could deceive everyone. Who knows that a month is not enough. Everyone knows her identity.

"I'm sorry to have made you so miserable these three years." she choked for a long time and wanted to say a lot to him, but found that the only thing she could say was sorry.

She held his hand and felt a little more secure in her heart. He hadn't woken up yet. Fortunately, his heart shifted a little, so the dagger didn't hurt her heart. Just like this, it had frightened her soul.

"At that time, I blamed my poor medical skills for making you think I died because I saved you. However, I want to tell you that my death has nothing to do with you. You don't have to feel guilty, let alone make yourself so miserable. Do you know that it really hurts to see you like this."

She leaned down, put her head on his arm and sighed gently, "For three years, I haven't had a good time in these three years. I always think about your foot injury. On that day, I'm not proficient in medicine. Although your acupoints have rushed away and can walk again, they can only last for three years. Now, three years later, your blood gas is blocked. I came back because I want to continue to treat your injury. Although I don't know if it's right to come back, I have no choice." Wen Yi sighed quietly and spoke softly in his ear.

She closed her eyes and coveted a brief tenderness.

But I didn't know that when she murmured, he had quietly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth contained a trace of sadness.

She came back not because she still loved him in her heart, but because of his foot injury.

"So, do you mean that if the king had been well, you wouldn't have come back?" he suddenly made a voice, empty, with a trace of hoarseness and weakness.

She suddenly looked up and touched his painful and anxious eyes. Her heart hurt, "did you wake up?"

Song Yunqian looked at the strange face in front of him and said, "I've been awake for a long time. I've been awake when you talk to Zhuge, but I haven't thought of how to face you."

Wenyi looked at him silently and saw the strangeness and alienation in his eyes. She retracted her hand, somewhat ironically touched her face and said, "can't you see this face? Don't say you can't see it, even I feel strange when I look in the mirror every day." perhaps the saddest thing in life is that I don't even know myself.

Song Yunqian shook his head, "no, no matter what you become, some things have never changed in my heart."

Wenyi was touched and looked up at him with crystal eyes.

He stretched out his hand, covered her eyes and moaned, "don't look at the king like this. If you want to go sooner or later, don't give the king any hope, let alone make any promise to the king." He remembered that when he was in Zhu's house, he saw her crying with Zhu Fangyuan. He thought that that person was the reason why she didn't come back. She was alive enough, and he didn't force too much. Anyway, he was used to such days, didn't he? In the past, he only asked her to dream so that he could know whether she was well. Now he can rest assured.

This makes Wenyi's heart like the heavy weather outside, so that she can't breathe. She doesn't have a heart to leave, she just has to leave. If she can choose, why is she willing to leave?

She turned her back and kept a certain distance from him subconsciously.

His heart sank inch by inch. What he said just now was more or less exploratory. Her alienation at the moment confirmed his conjecture that she came back only to heal him. Otherwise, she didn't have to hide her identity.

"Take good care of yourself when I'm away." she was cruel. Although she knew that he would be very sad to say so, she still said the words in front of him, so that he didn't have any thoughts in his heart and cut himself off.

Song Yunqian closed his eyes and said nothing.

Silence spread between them. Outside, the bleak autumn wind swept the branches and made a sound. It seemed a little cold in this silent night.

"Wen Yi!" he suddenly made a noise, opened his eyes and looked at her.

Wen Yi whispered, "I'm here."

He did not speak, but still slowly closed his eyes.

The night wind rolled in from the window, with a trace of the smell of late autumn, Wenyi got up and wanted to close the window. Just as she stood up, song Yunqian immediately opened his eyes and looked at her, surprised and asked, "are you leaving?"

Wen Yi was stunned for a moment, and then there was a heavy pain. He seemed not to care, but he was so afraid of her leaving. She whispered, "I'll close the window."

He looked normal again. Well, he said, but his eyes stared at her tightly until she closed the window and sat next to him again.

Wen Yi said, "I won't leave so soon. Your feet need to be treated for half a month, not in a day. Moreover, I also want to make a diagnosis and treatment for Ke'er."

"Ke'er?" song Yunqian looked at her, "are you sure?"

Wen Yi shook her head. "I don't know. In fact, I haven't seen her yet."

Song Yunqian said, "if you can cure her, it would be better. This is what the king owes her. She has been lying on her bed for more than four years."

Wen Yiding said, "I believe Yang Luoyi is not the murderer."

Song Yunqian was unwilling to continue the topic. He turned his face and stretched out his hand to press the wound,.

Wen Yi thought his wound hurt, so he asked nervously, "does it hurt?"

Song Yunqian shook his head, didn't open his eyes and said indifferently, "do you care if my wound hurts or not?"

Wen Yi didn't expect that he suddenly made such a sentence. He was slightly stunned and asked softly, "why don't I care?"

Song Yunqian pulled a sarcastic arc from the corner of his mouth, "by the way, did you know Zhu Fangyuan about three years ago?"

Wen Yi stretched out his hand to press the quilt horn for him and said softly, "I'll tell you what you want to know, but the premise is that you should take good care of your injury and don't think about it."

Song Yunqian sneered, "I don't want to know anything." then don't overdo it and keep quiet.

Wen Yi knew he was angry and what happened. Outsiders say that he has changed, but in her heart and in front of her, he is still the domineering and willful big boy.

She sighed softly and stopped talking.

Hearing her sigh, he was actually very sad, but this sadness was replaced by a bitter taste. In the past three years, he dreamed of such a day every day. He even thought about what he would give in exchange for her return. Finally, he found that he was willing even if he gave himself this life.

This day has come, but everything is different from before.

Looking forward to her coming back, she came back, but he had to fight with her. He hated himself a little. But he couldn't hold hands with her, look at her with tears, and tell her the pain of lovesickness over the years, because before that, he knew that she had a man and that she had no affection for him. Just because of the doctor's professional ethics, he came back to treat him.

In contrast, silence is the most grinding.

Wen Yi took out a harmonica from his arms. This harmonica was brought by Zhu Fangyuan from modern times. Because it was carried with him, it could appear in this dynasty.

She sat on the couch and gently blew a song "wrong recognition". Such a bleak autumn night, such a sad piano sound, such two people with melancholy, unexpectedly turned their eyes red.

After a song, song Yunqian turned to look at her and asked in a dumb voice, "what's the name of this song?"

"This song is called misidentification," Wen Yi replied.

"Do you have the lyrics? Sing them to Ben Wang." he seems to like the melody of the song very much.

Wen Yi was a little embarrassed. "I sing. It's hard to hear."

"Your voice is so gentle. Why is your singing so unpleasant? Don't you want to sing to the king?" his voice floated from the front of the bed with condensation.

Wen sighed, "it's not easy to see. Why talk to me in such a tone?"

"It may be difficult for me to meet this time, but it's not for you. If you miss me at all, you should have come back three years ago." he still couldn't restrain his sadness and anger and roared at him. All the calmness and forbearance just now broke out at this moment.

In the past three years, he has been used to forbearance. Only this woman can make all his disguises collapse.

She hung her head and said nothing. He doesn't know many things, so why tell him? What if I say so? The sufferings of each other in the past three years have been borne, and there is no turning back.

"I'm surprised that I mistook you for thousands of times. When I met you, I asked why I shouldn't do anything. I couldn't be calm after many deep autumn and cold winter. I thought hard about the cold moon and cried loudly. Your heart may be able to listen. Now I can recognize it with you. How can I give up I'm alone? I'm willing to listen to my heart. Why do you bury the ridge when you have the rest of your love? I'm so cruel that I break my love, and tears are imprinted on the corners of my eyes How can you be mistaken? You can't bear to recognize me anymore because of all kinds of excuses. Your mood is light. The pain of separation is very complete. Why is it precious to meet again in troubled times? Your feeling suddenly looks like a lack of dike. I can survive the fate and ask my heart. I'll go through fire and water. May you remember that you recognize that you are my wife... "

The song was sad, and the lyrics were even more sad. Song Yunqian listened stunned, sad and painful, so he covered his face.