The Emperor Wants To Marry The Doctor: Fanwai 90 Mu Qinghe

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Tian Ling, the imperial capital.

The dense night covered everything, and there was silence in the huge Mu's house.

The light and light moonlight reflected in from the window sill, and fell on the figure sitting upright and still, a bit cold.

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

He still wears the black armor from three days ago.

Yes, he has maintained this posture and just sat in silence for three days.

These are also the three longest days in his life.

Countless pictures flashed through my mind.

It looks like a bizarre dream, but it is extremely real.

So real, he almost thought that he was in a dream now.

A cool breeze blew through the courtyard, and the leaves rustled.

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

When I was lost in the wilderness, was seriously injured, but still walked endlessly for ten days, it never happened.

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, a hint of whiteness has appeared on the horizon.

He stood up, and before he came to the table, his eyes slowly swept over.

With his current status, the cost of eating and wearing is naturally excellent.

Sweep it away, the paperweight and ink brush are extremely precious things.

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

The texture of this one is also very good, but probably because it is an old thing, it seems to have traces of time.

It's really unremarkable here.

He picked up the brush.

The tentacles are slightly cool, but very smooth.

At this moment, I seem to remember the warm touch of her soft hand 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 at the time, his hands were full of red, swollen and festering frostbite.

He remembered the scene, he couldn't help but gently rubbed the back of his right hand with his other hand, his lips bend very shallowly.

But the smile quickly dissipated, frosting.

Tuk tuk.

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

"My lord, your Highness is going to Xixin Liyuan today, do you want to accompany you there?"

In this Mu Mansion, there is only one His Highness.

Di Ji.

Hearing this, Mu Qing and his hands moved for a while.

The brush that had just been dipped in ink froze in the air, and a drop of ink fell, quickly smudging a cloud of black.

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

Afterwards, he finally wrote down.

His movements are very slow, and his expression is particularly focused, but the palm of his hand, which can hold him, is trembling slightly at this time.

One stroke by one stroke, he seemed to pour all his efforts into it.

There is only one word, but he is extremely difficult to write.

When the final stroke is completed, his lips are already pale.

Only those eyes, a few steps deep to see the bottom.

"Sir?"

The people outside gave another bold urge.

In the past three days, the adults kept themselves locked in the study, and there was no movement at all. They were not unconcerned in their hearts.

The only way to be useful is to move out of Di Ji.

Mu Qinghe looked down at the word.

Yue.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the emotions in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only the endless sharp sharpness.

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

It's common for Emperor Ji to go to Xinli Garden. Generally, she doesn't show much fanfare, and she rarely brings guards.

A hundred elite, plus him, enough.

Enough—to seal her life.

......

Soon, from Xinli Garden to the royal ancestral hall.

Mu Qinghe received her three requests for help.

Shisan Yue was transferred from the mountain, and all the people available to her were trapped elsewhere.

The only thing you can rely on is him.

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

He was actually not far away when the fire started from the royal ancestral hall.

Crazy flames rose into the sky, almost burning half of the sky.

He knew that Qihan had rushed back desperately, and knew that many people wanted to rescue her.

He just doesn't know.

It wasn't until later, when time was almost up, that he finally took people to put out the fire and save people.

But where can anyone be saved?

Under the fire, there is no bones left.

Mu Qing and Hong searched for a long, long time among the flames and ruins.

In the end, he fell on his knees and fainted.

When I woke up again, Jiang Yucheng was there.

"Master Mu."

Jiang Yucheng's face is no longer the color of grief when facing outsiders, looking at him condescendingly, with a smile on his lips, but with subtle sarcasm,

"You should know that from now on, you are no longer hers."

Mu Qing was silent for a long time.

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

He nodded and said:

"I know."

He never, never was.

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

......

The fire has since become Mu Qinghe's nightmare.

Day and night, the scene of that day always appeared in his mind.

Can't remember how many times, he woke up trembling all over, all in a cold sweat, and the chill almost invaded the bone marrow.

He was tortured so constantly, almost crazy.

In this case, when I went to Yaochen and saw the girl, there was finally a change.

He saw those familiar but unfamiliar eyes.

The biggest difference is the look in her eyes when she looks over.

Shocked, suspicious, unbelievable.

Mu Qinghe can only ignore it.

It's just that since then, the fire in his dream has turned into a pair of eyes.

He heard her question:

"Mu Qinghe, you dare to betray this palace!"

The word is like a sharp knife carved into the bone and blood dripping with the knife.

He clutched his chest in despair.

"Your Highness...I..."

No.

But even when he was alone, even in a dream, he did not dare to say this.

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

It would be great if she could kill him herself.

......

He finally waited until this day.

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

But he feels good.

In these years, there is no better time than this moment.

He saw her awakening, seeing her return, seeing her about to recapture everything she had.

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

Always supreme, unparalleled in power.

It seems that only in the ten years of Tianling, he is truly alive.

His whole life has been like a long nightmare.

There are only a few fragments with temperature.

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

For this, he is willing to make all these choices.

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

He laughed.

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

Good.

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