Mengdie had nothing to say, so she could only finish the soup obediently.
Chuchun cleaned up the soup bowls and was about to go out when he turned around and said, "My lord said, although I won't let the lady get out of bed, if the lady wakes up, she is not allowed to lie down anymore, just sit on the bed. If you are bored, give me Miss, take a book to read." After saying that, she turned around and wanted to go out.
"Chuchun?" Mengdie frowned, "Are you listening to the prince very much now?"
Chuchun's hand that opened the door paused, and said softly: "Miss, although Chuchun is a bit stupid and not as sensible as Zi Hua's sister, Chuchun also knows now that what Miss needs most now is not a quiet day, but the prince. a piece of sincerity."
Mengdie didn't expect that Chuchun, who was simple and innocent in the past, would say such a thing, as if he suddenly grew up and became sensible. He was speechless for a while, and could only watch her gently push the door out, and then gently close the door.
It's too early for Youshi, and Ling Zimo hasn't come back yet. Mengdie is worried about his injury, so she can't help but feel worried.
Chuchun insisted on not letting her get out of bed, so she had no choice but to hold a book and force herself to calm down and read.
The word love is really tricky.
In the past, her heart was as calm as water, and it was difficult to make her irritated, but now as long as she thinks of Ling Zimo, it seems that more than ten years of recuperation have been in vain.
When the door slammed, she said without raising her head, "Chuchun, don't let me get out of bed, you have to put a cup of tea here for me, right?"
As she spoke, she turned a page of the book, and a cup of tea was delivered to her quickly.
She took a sip, looked at the teacup, frowned and said, "What kind of tea is this? Why does it taste so strange?" After that, she looked up at Chuchun.
It was not Chuchun who stood silently by the bed, but Ling Zimo.
Meng Die was restless, and was startled at first sight. When she let go of her hand, the book and hot tea fell straight down at the same time.
Ling Zimo's eyes froze, and he stretched out his hand to pick it up, but the movement pulled the wound on the shoulder and back, and the movement froze under the severe pain. The teacup turned around and flew straight towards the bed, fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, fell to pieces, and spilled the tea all over the floor. But the book fell on Mengdie with a "slap".
Ling Zimo smiled wryly: "Has this king become so ugly now? It actually scared you like this?"
But Mengdie didn't seem to hear it, but instead asked in a daze: "Is your injury okay?"
It was only then that Ling Zimo realized that her thoughts were not hers, and she was all focused on him, so he couldn't help but moved: "Dieer" He stretched out his hand to hold her hand, but there was another pain in his shoulder, and he frowned slightly lower brow.
Mengdie's heart is as thin as a hair, and she has seen it in her eyes. She hastily stretched out her hand to hold him back, and said slightly reproachfully: "The injury hasn't healed yet, why don't you take a good rest?"
Ling Zimo smiled lightly: "It's okay"
Mengdie was startled, there seemed to be an indescribable sadness in his smile.
"What's wrong?" Mengdie asked carefully, "Does the wound hurt?"
Ling Zimo looked at her, shook his head, still smiling.
"Is something wrong in the palace?"
The smile faded, but he still shook his head.
"Is there something wrong in the court?"
Still shaking his head.
Mengdie suddenly jumped up: "Concubine Ru is in trouble with you?!"
Ling Zimo couldn't bear it any longer, and grabbed her, almost wanting to crush her in his arms, the movement was so big that the wound hurt sharply. However, the pain of the wound at this time is not as painful as the pain in the heart. What this woman never forgets with all her heart and mind is all his business. If it wasn't for meeting him, she would have lived a peaceful and leisurely life, so why bother with worrying and wasting her heart and blood, causing this incurable disease?
Mengdie was hugged by him, and for some unknown reason, the back of her neck suddenly felt cold, and she felt a few drops of water dripping on her. Startled, she struggled to get up.
However, Ling Zimo held her tightly, and said intermittently: "Don't movelet me hug you" His voice was choked with sobs.
Mengdie's heart sank, and she immediately guessed that he already knew everything. Since Zi Hua could leave secret notes on the road behind her back, how could it be possible for her not to say anything during the two days and nights when she was comatose?
Ling Zimo threw everything away to chase her back, and rescued her regardless of life and death. If a year later, she still had to die in front of him, how would he bear it?
She sighed secretly, and the hand wrapped around Ling Zimo's back lightly patted his back, just like her mother coaxing her when she was a child.
"Zimo, you know, I was too stupid before." She whispered in his arms, "At that time, I thought, since you??I don¡¯t care about me, and I don¡¯t want to stay in the palace to bore you in vain, so I just want to stay far away and leave quietly. But it's different now, I know now that you really love me, and I feel really happy in my heart. Even if he died right now, what regrets would there be"
"Don't, don't say that word!" He tightly refused to let go, with a trace of panic in his voice.
"Fool!" She sighed and stroked his hair, "Everything in the world, if it prospers, it must decline, if it rises, it must fall, life and death, the way of heaven is natural. Life and death have their own destiny, human power cannot overcome the sky"
"No!" Ling Zimo let go of her suddenly, held her hands, and said in a fierce tone, "I don't believe in fate! I don't even believe in heaven! Die'er, Die'er! Believe in me, I will definitely cure you !"
Mengdie stared blankly at him with red eyes, tears on his pale face, crying like a child, smiled lightly for a while, and wiped away the tears on his face: "Okay, I believe you! But You also have to obey me, from now on, don't frown all the time!" Then he smiled again: "When the prince frowns, it doesn't look good!"
Ling Zimo let her gentle little hands wipe his face, just staring blankly at her silent smile, as if he could never get enough of it.
Seeing his demeanor, Mengdie felt sore, and quickly pretended to be nonchalant, looked at the cup that fell on the ground, and asked, "What kind of tea did you drink for me just now?"
It was only then that Ling Zimo seemed to remember something: "Do you want more? I'll pour you another glass."
Mengdie frowned and shook her head: "No! The taste is very strange!"
He stroked her brow: "I just told me not to frown, why did I frown again? This is the juice of Codonopsis Atractylodes, and it will be used as tea for you in the future." After finishing speaking, he got up and took another cup , poured her another cup.
"Ah? Don't do it, can you?" Mengdie couldn't help frowning, and when she saw Ling Zimo turned around, she quickly relaxed.
Ling Zimo's face froze: "No way! The doctor said that since your meridian qi is weak, Codonopsis Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes Rhizoma Atractylodes is the best for replenishing qi, and decocting water instead of tea can make qi flow smoothly." He said and passed the teacup. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com