Dressed as cannon fodder for a good death, but the prince insisted on marrying me

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the sun sets and the moon rises.

Shangyuan Festival, early morning.

Ling Lie gave his daughter an ultimatum, if she doesn't go home, she won't go back.

With Han Ming's backing, she didn't even move her brows.

"Then I'll live with my brother in Dazheng."

"It's against you?"

Han Ming couldn't hear the tone, and protected his sister behind him.

"Father, if you don't distinguish between the inside and the outside, I'm really worried that my sister will follow you. It's settled, Yue'er will follow me."

Ling Lie looked impatient: "What's the decision? What do you know, you little bastard? You know how to stir up trouble! Ah Yun doesn't eat, drink or heal his injuries, if this continues, big trouble will happen!"

Han Ming looked disdainful.

"The food is given, and the medicine is also given. Who is to blame for his death? What a big deal, what can it be? A brat who doesn't know how to live or die, he looks like a prince!"

Ling Lie cursed bitterly, you are the brat who doesn't know how to live and die, and you are very likely to be a prince!

The emperor would enter the mansion in low clothes at night, just in case he saw his son dying.
After wiping off his sweat, he couldn't help but drag his absent-minded daughter into the carriage.

Han Ming didn't stop this time, the little girl's eyes were red, he couldn't force her, in case it backfired.

Feiyun Pavilion.

The sky was clear outside, the house was drowsy, and there was no heat at all.

Ah Yun was lying on the couch with her eyes closed, a corner of the quilt was draped over her body, and her head was tilted to the side.

He was weak all over, and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them at all.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since they broke up.

He looked forward to a certain sleep or a certain coma when she woke up, she would show up, understand him, comfort him, turn over the bastard thing he did, and speak softly to him.

After all, he has learned a serious lesson both physically and mentally.

But he woke up and fell asleep, and she still didn't come.

He no longer expects soft words, even harsh words are fine.

As long as it is not cold.

He was really scared, even in his dreams.

But why hasn't she come to see him?
She exhausted his anticipation, his patience, she made his heart sink more and more empty.

He was sad, he was angry, and he decided to confront her, to make her feel the same pain.

When he was determined to reach the peak, he was drowsy and was given a few mouthfuls of soup.

Warm and mellow, dispelling the chill in the body, and warming the cold heart.

Even the house doesn't seem so cold anymore.

When you are warm, you have the ability to think.

Drinking soup represents a compromise, and if you compromise, the suffering of the past few days will be in vain.

He doesn't drink!
He wants to fight!

He waved his hands indiscriminately, and as his hands hurt from being burned, he heard a crisp sound, and the bowl shattered.

Ling Yue glanced at the bowl on the ground, and then at the people on the couch.

Tranquility ordered: "Yigui, put another bowl of soup."

Yi Gui is eager to get out, this place is really dangerous for her.

Just a little bit, just a little bit off, and the bowl of soup will hit her.

Ling Yue's voice made Ah Yun's heart beat fast. She came and fed him soup.

Grievance and depression filled his heart, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Angrily, he refused to drink the soup she handed to his mouth, but tried hard to open his eyes, he wanted to see her.

There was concern in her beautiful eyes, which made him chuckle.

He knew she cared about him, how could he just let go if he really liked her?

Ling Yue looked at his weak face, in the contest of distress and anger, the former had the upper hand.

"I don't know how to wash it, it's dirty!"

She wanted to brush his hair, but when she thought about his rejection that day, she withdrew her hand in the middle of nowhere.

He understood that he thought he was dirty.

I feel wronged again.

Is he slovenly because she doesn't know why?
As if he was clean and refreshed, she could wipe out his mistakes.

The four eyes met, silent for a long time.

Ling Yue handed over another spoonful of chicken soup: "Drink."

He stiffly turned his head to the side, clutching the quilt tightly with his hands.

She wanted to get angry, but couldn't bear it.When the water and rice hadn't been in for a long time, there were injuries on the body, why don't you play a little bit of your temper?
"Ayun, be good, drink some soup."

The gentle voice made the young man's heart flutter, and he turned his head and opened his mouth obediently, where he still had the thought of confrontation.

She was very satisfied: "Do you want to sit up?"

"want."

Sitting up, he got closer to her.

She is patient, he is impatient.

His hand followed hers all the time, but every time he was about to touch her hand, she could always avoid it quietly.

She is taking revenge on him!
He looked at her dissatisfied, but she pretended not to see it, and still passed the spoon to his mouth unhurriedly.

He got angry and overturned the soup bowl, which just shattered at Yi Gui's feet, but fortunately she jumped fast so she didn't get burned.

silence.

silence.

Yi Gui quietly looked at it, Ah Yun's displeased eyes were full of resentment, Ling Yue was much calmer.It's just that this calmness indicates danger.

"pick it up!"

Yi Gui hurriedly leaned over to pick up the bowl, and heard her say: "Yi Gui, don't move, let him pick it up!"

A Yun hummed: "I won't pick it up."

She became angry when she heard it: "You knocked it over, who will pick it up if you don't pick it up?"

A Yun lowered his head, his voice muffled: "I have no strength."

"I don't have the strength to throw a bowl? I count to three! One, two"

Count again!
He didn't dare to let her count to three, pointing at Yi Gui: "You pick it up!"

Ling Yue stopped: "Don't pick it up!"

"Yigui, can't you hear what I said?"

"I said no picking it up!"

Yi Gui wanted to die, she should be in the room, not here.

"Miss, why don't you serve another bowl of soup?"

"What are you serving? Let him starve to death!"

She has put aside the controversy for the time being to take care of him, and he still picks things up!
Too lazy to care about him anymore, Ling Yue got up and left, becoming more and more lawless!

As soon as he left the room, he heard Ah Yun's crying anger: "Pick it up!"

The boy staggered down from the couch, squatted angrily beside the broken bowl, and picked up the pieces one by one, like picking up his broken heart.

Yi Gui was dumbfounded, is this the boy who told her to go away two days ago?
Those murderous eyes are now filled with mist, turning into rain at any moment.

The pieces were handed over to Yi Gui, and the third bowl of soup came.

Ling Yue stopped feeding, "Drink it yourself."

Ah Yun lowered his head and took it, just after taking a sip, another crisp voice came out.

He looked up abruptly, annoyed and nervous.

"This time I really didn't have the strength, it wasn't on purpose."

silence.

Yi Gui couldn't hold back any longer, she tidied up while holding back a smile, and quickly escaped from this place of right and wrong.

Ling Yue tried her best to keep calm and threw a bottle of medicine to him.

"Get the medicine first, and I'll find a boy to help you."

"Can you help me?"

"No."

"It was your brother who beat me!"

She stared into his dodgy eyes and folded her arms.

"How is it possible? Didn't you ask Bai Yi to make sure? There is no news of Da Zheng's mission entering Beijing. How could my brother be in the capital? Ming Yi beat him, right?"

Attacking Zi's shield with Zi's spear, Ah Yun wanted to kill him head-on.

"I was wrong, Yue'er."

"You are so wrong! You deliberately asked your brother to beat you, so that you can play this bitter trick!"

Ah Yun's confidence became weaker: "I'm not going to ask for a beating, I want the prince to intercede for me, whoever thinks that he will beat me to death, then I will follow the trend. It really hurts, don't believe me .”

He unbuttoned his shirt, and it was bruised and purple, not a single piece of it was good, it hurt even just looking at it.

Coupled with his pitiful eyes...

She had no choice but to agree.

Ah Yun lay on her stomach without saying a word, very quiet, if the pain did not cause her body to tremble slightly, Ling Yue would have thought he was asleep.

He suddenly turned his head: "The prince wants to take you to Dazheng and let you marry the little emperor."

"Huh?" She looked blank, "Who? Xiao Jiu?"

"Yeah." A Yun rested his arms on his pillow, staring at her intently, for fear of missing any subtle emotion of hers.

"The prince said that Han Xu fell in love with you at first sight."

Ling Yue couldn't help but laugh.