Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

"What?" Qinghe sniffed and asked.

Shen Zhiqiao frowned, glanced at Si Tianjin standing on one side, clenched Qinghe's hand, "come with me..."

Qinghe was stunned. Looking at her solemn and light face, his heart closed slightly.

Close your lips and nod.

……

In front of Qingyun hall, Qinghe looked blankly at Shen Zhiqiao who suddenly stopped.

Shen Zhiqiao sighed, his eyes stopped to one side, "go in."

"..." Qinghe was suspicious and looked back at the people who followed her. Their faces were dignified.

My heart missed a beat.

A bad feeling suddenly came to his mind. Qinghe suddenly pinched his skirt and ran into Qingyun hall.

The familiar door of the temple was slowly pushed open under her palm.

The layers of gauze leading to the collapsed room whizzed and danced, and the faint herb fragrance wrapped in the wind and blew into every cell of her body.

The eyes are inexplicably dry.

Qinghe went in step by step, lifted the gauze fingertips and trembled layer by layer, which made her fingertips ache.

Standing in front of the last layer of tulle, her fingertips were stiff.

Because through the gauze, she saw the face of the person lying quietly on the couch. Even if it was vague, it was so familiar.

Memory swept through her mind like a whirlwind, as if she had returned to ten years ago.

Every day the man stayed in the Qingyun temple.

Whenever she went to the temple, she was always afraid to see him lying in bed with a white face.

It's like leaving her at any time.

Breathing, such as being hit by big waves, messy, broken and rapid.

Qinghe slightly opened his lips and stretched out his fingers, unwilling to lift the last layer of gauze curtain.

"... kitten..." his voice was clear and weak, but he chewed with a relaxed and spoiled smile.

Qinghe's heart hit hard, which almost made her want to die in pain.

"If you don't come in again, brother Jue, I'll bring you in..." in a word, he took a long time to finish.

Qinghe clenched his lips, and the crystal tears hovered in his eyes.

There was a voice in her ear. She saw him struggling to hold up his body, but he fell unexpectedly. She could even see the beads of sweat and winding veins on his forehead.

Qinghe had angina pectoris, his tight lips trembled and twitched, and his tears were forced back into his eyes.

Watching coldly, he tried to get up, but fell in a panic.

She knew he had a bad temper, was grumpy and impatient.

But this time, he was neither angry nor discouraged. He repeated the action over and over again.

Finally, with one hand, he firmly grasped the bed post and sat up.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his face red, and the red in his eyes almost overflowed.

But he smiled at her, so comfortable and refreshing.

He stood up slowly. His white bedding wrapped his celery long and powerful body. He walked slowly, even without his boots, and came towards her.

When he took one step, he had to stop for a while. It was so hard.

Looking at him getting closer and closer, he opened the gauze tent. Qingjun's pale face was sweating. The beautiful black pupil was as bright as a star and gently printed on her face.

Qinghe's tears can no longer stop falling out.

Si Jue's deep pupil flashed his heartache, but his cheeks crossed anxiously, and his feet collapsed towards her, but he didn't want his whole body to fall straight up.

The knee hit the ground heavily and crawled at the foot of Qinghe.

Qinghe cried and squatted down to hold him up.

His body was heavy, and he had exhausted his strength because he had just got up and walked in front of him.

Qinghe helped him with extra strength.

But she couldn't lift him up with all her strength.

She burst into tears, clung to his collar and put her head in his arms. Her voice was broken and distressing.

Si Jue's heart was in pain, and his pale face was even whiter.

The muscles and collaterals on both sides of the temple jumped sharply. In the deep vortex's pupils, red silk emerged, and his low eyes stared at the little woman crying in his Xiong mouth.

Junyi's cheeks were tight, but the corners of his mouth were slightly open. He stretched out his hand, gently hugged her body and kissed her hair.

His eyes were red. "Fool, why are you crying? Shouldn't you be happy to see brother Jue here?"

Qinghe shakes her head. She's not a fool.

Before returning to the palace today, she thought she was going to have a "hard battle".

Even if it's not tragic, it won't go well.

But it went so well.

Zhang Quling didn't question him. Her father, emperor and empress even connived at her. She vaguely guessed what might have happened before she came back.

One thing that can relieve her dilemma and save her from blame.

When she saw him lying on the couch silently, she knew that the reason why she was so smooth was that she was forgiven, understood and tolerated by everyone, just because someone took all the blame on her behalf and took all the responsibilities for her.

Si Jue tightened his eyebrows and the sweat on his forehead fell down.

He took a deep breath and sat on the ground with her in his arms.

After taking several breaths, he held her hair and said softly, "kitten, no one can stop us from being together."

Qinghe shed more tears and choked speechless.

Clenching her lips, she slowly lifted her head from his arms and looked at his pale cheek with tears.

The red lips faded and turned pale.

Qinghe's throat is pathetic. His fingertips tremble and touch his lips. Tears surge and blur her vision.

Si Jue gently grabbed her hand and kissed her gently. "You don't have to blame yourself anymore. There's brother Jue in everything."

"..." Qinghe's lips are filled with a low chirp, and his lips are shaking violently. "Tell me, tell me, hair, what happened... Tell me, tell me?"

She frowned sadly, holding his face with trembling palms and asked low.

She touched his pulse. Her pulse was weak, almost just a breath.

No trauma, that's internal injury.

Internal injury, where did it hurt?

Qinghe was so worried that he was torn apart one by one.

A mouthful of blood gushed from his throat. Si Jue tightened his lips, the sweat on his forehead poured down like rain, and his eyes blinked like a forbearance.

He grasped Qinghe's hand tightly, pulled her into his arms, and put his jaw on her shoulder.

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

His cheek twitched painfully, but he smiled, "kitten, brother Jue wants to tell you very much, but now, let brother Jue sleep..."

Qinghe's heart is locked and his body shakes badly.

The lips stood, and bitter tears poured into her lips and blocked her throat.

She felt that holding her hands was slowly loosening.

His cheeks were trembling with his heart, and the green grass was crying, intermittently, but he couldn't bear it.

His hands had no strength to hold him. He slipped off her and fell in front of her.

The blood on his lips, like a river, slipped all the way from her shoulder and dyed her red dress deeper.

There is a fragile string in my mind, which is very tight.

With a little more force, it will burst.

She trembled her hands and slowly extended them to his nose

Her body was suddenly stiff. She kept this movement for a long time, and finally burst into tears