The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 222: I didn’t laugh

Chapter 222 I didn't laugh

In the middle of the night, Zi'an tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

In the days since ancient times, she always lacked sleep and was always exhausted.

But now she's slowly getting on track and she's starting to lose sleep.

The memory of the original owner Xia Zian always flooded into her mind late at night, with her hatred in between.

There is a sound outside the window.

She jumps up.

Mother Yang hasn't come back from the palace, Xiao Sun is waiting in her mother's house, and the boss of Dao has not instructed not to enter the inner room, let alone come to the door of her wing.

"Who?" Zi An asked alertly.

"You can open the door, or this king knocks on the door." A deep, low voice came from outside the window.

Zi An was startled, is that him? What are you doing here tonight? Did something happen?

Zi An hurriedly opened the door and took a step back. Before she could stand still, a dark shadow covered her, and she was drawn into a huge embrace. Breathing. .

"What's the matter? You've been drinking?" Zi'an panicked. He'd never seen him like this before. What happened?

"Don't ask, don't talk!" He spit out a strong wine smell on top of her head, and his voice still contained an indescribable depression.

Zi Anxin guessed that something must have happened.

She didn't ask any more, but put her arms around him, buried her head in his chest, and kept silent.

His breathing was fast, and his whole body was filled with sadness. Even if he didn't say anything, Zi An could still feel his whole being soaked in sadness.

She was in a panic, and she couldn't tell. There have been too many disputes around them recently, and there have been situations almost every day.

She couldn't imagine what could have made him nearly collapse.

It took a long time before he let go of her.

Zian looked at his face, very haggard, his lips were dry, and the whole person lost his spirits.

"I'll pour you a glass of water!" Zian turned around and poured him a glass of water. The water was already cold, but he drank it in one breath.

He held the cup and sat down, looked at her, and said without thinking, "The woman who was the best to this king is dead."

Zi An was taken aback. Could it be Rouer?

She sincerely felt sorry for him, but she couldn't think of words to comfort him, so she could only say: "Sorry, people can't be resurrected from the dead."

Murong Jie leaned back in his chair and adjusted to the most comfortable position, "Go to bed, this king wants to be quiet here."

The regent's mansion was so overwhelmed that he had to flee.

"I'll sit with you." Zi'an said, he must love that girl named Rouer very much, right? Although his heart was a little sad, their marriage had never been decided by himself, and he had never expressed his love for her. They could only be described as having a good relationship before.

She didn't know that he liked this Rou'er girl so much before. If she knew, she might restrain her heart a little.

Sadness flowed out in the silent atmosphere, with indescribable sadness, neither of them made a sound, Murong Jie closed his eyes, but Zi An knew that he was not asleep because his eyelashes kept shaking.

The veins on his forehead are throbbing, showing that his mind is constantly spinning, and he should have a headache again, because he always frowns subconsciously.

Zi An walked over, reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, and said softly, "Relax, everything will be fine."

The slightly warm fingers rubbed between his eyebrows to the temples, and then pressed down his forehead from the temples. Under his fingers, his expression gradually relaxed.

After a long time, he took her hand and asked her to come over to him, his eyes were painful and his voice was broken, "Zi An, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, I will keep living as my biggest thought. ."

Zi An nodded, "I know, everything I do now, I just want to live well."

"No matter whether you can live well or not, you must live first. Only by living can you have hope." Murong Jie emphasized.

"Yeah!" Zi'an reached out and stroked his face, his heart skipped a beat. It seemed that the person who died was really important to him.

"Sleep for a while, okay?" Zi An asked softly.

Murong Jie looked at her and finally nodded slowly, "Okay!"

Just like in a house in the suburbs of Beijing, the two share a bed.

Her hand is always in his, and her breathing is almost unanimous.

"I'm fine!"

After a long silence, Murong Jie suddenly spoke.

Zian looked at him sideways, his face was particularly cold in the weak light, "Some things are hard to accept, but they must be accepted, because you will know that the grief in front of you is actually nothing. What, there are more tragedies beyond your imagination waiting for you, and the biggest tragedy in the world is that you are betrayed or hurt by the people closest to you.”

"To a certain extent, I'm the same as you." Zi An looked at the ceiling and said.

"Do you want to say that we have the same disease? The word itself is sad."

Zi An was silent for a while, and then said, "Yes, it's sad, but you have to accept it."

"Aunt Sizhu died. She poisoned her master for me, and was given a post by her master." Murong Jie said quietly, his voice filled with indescribable grief, "This matter The saddest thing is that Aunt Sizhu wanted to kill my mother in order not to let my mother hurt me."

Zi An was shocked, he was talking about Aunt Sizhu? She remembered that woman, who had been standing beside the imperial concubine and never said a word.

Dead?

She was going to poison the imperial concubine? Is she loyal? I always thought she was a rapist.

That is to say, he is not sad for Rouer tonight?

"What are you laughing at?" Murong Jie suddenly asked angrily.

Zi An was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled down the slightly raised corner of her mouth, rubbing her face hard, "Did you laugh? No laughing, I always look like this when I want to cry, I feel bad for you, Aunt Sizhu I must love you very much."

"I saw, you were just laughing." Murong Jie stared at her, looking very angry.

Zi An shook her head in denial, "Impossible, you told me such a sad thing, how could I laugh? I'm so sad that it's too late."

"This king is not blind." Murong Jie sat up, lifted the quilt and was about to leave. He saw Xia Zian smiling, which made him feel very humiliated and angry.

Zian stretched out his hand to hold him and said angrily: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just... I just couldn't control it, I didn't even know I was laughing."

"You mean, when you heard that Aunt Sizhu died, you couldn't help laughing?" Murong Jie couldn't believe his ears, and his affection for her suddenly turned into rage.

Zi An murmured, "No, I thought, when I started, I didn't know that Aunt Sizhu died. I thought it was your crush. You said that the best woman for you died."

He looked at her inexplicably, "What ghost? When did this king have a crush?"

"Rou'er!" Zi An twisted the quilt, "Didn't you take her clothes for me before?"

Murong Jie looked at her, "You mean, you just heard that this king didn't like someone, so you laughed?"