Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

Staring blankly at the man who was holding her carefully and putting her in the bed, he wanted to call his name, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Linger? Linger?"

Yuwen Haoyu sat by the bed and tried to call out twice, but he saw Luo Ling's almost out-of-focus eyes staring straight at him without any reaction. He almost regretted his bowels now .

Back when Zhang Shaoliang led people to besiege Xiling Jinyue, Luo Ling said that Xiling Jinyue was good at using sound skills, and usually only used blocking methods to deal with it. I'm afraid it wasn't enough, and other rhythms were needed to disturb it. , and went to help Zhang Shaoliang with a pipa in his hand.

Yuwen Haoyu naturally disagreed, with so many people in the palace, it was naturally not her turn to take risks, but Luo Ling insisted on doing so, seeing that she was about to turn his back, Yuwen Haoyu had no choice but to give up.

He thought that there should be no accidents when Zhang Shaoliang brought so many people there. He also knew that Luo Ling wanted to go because he was afraid that Lan'er would be hurt by them, and because he wanted to join in the fun .

Didn't she just want to see the bad luck of Xiling Jinli who had hurt her so much?

It was like this in the early days, but it should not spoil her so much and let her do whatever she wants. The lesson of this incident is that it is okay to pamper her appropriately, but if it is a life-threatening matter, she would rather make a little trouble. Temper can't be tolerated anymore.

Luo Ling couldn't see clearly, couldn't hear, wanted to say but couldn't speak, so anxious, he took Yuwen Haoyu's hand and wrote on his palm: What's wrong with me.

Knowing what she wrote, Yuwen Haoyu sighed, and wrote in her palm again: Don't worry, I've already asked someone to make medicine for you, you need to rest well.

Seeing Luo Ling lowered his head, with a gloomy expression, he lowered his head, and saw her write on his palm: How is Zhang Shaoliang, is he dead?

Yuwen Haoyu twitched the corners of his mouth, she was still thinking about Zhang Shaoliang at this moment, but since she wanted to know, he didn't want to hide it from her, so he wrote: Not yet...

Feeling Luo Ling's depressed mood, Yuwen Haoyu helped her to lie down, and sat on the edge of her bed. Luo Ling's cool fingertips moved again in his palm. This time, she wrote: I'm sorry .

Sighing lightly, Yuwen Haoyu lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

It wasn't until Luo Ling fell asleep again that Yuwen Haoyu got up, helped her tuck the corner of the quilt, and walked out of the room lightly.

"You come with me."

Yuwen Haoyu said to Heihu who was guarding outside the room, Heihu nodded slightly expressionlessly, followed behind Yuwen Haoyu, and left Luo Ling's palace.

Along the way, Yuwen Haoyu kept his face cold and said nothing. He went straight to the study and asked Heihu to wait outside. After a while, he took out the iced one from the secret room. The one sent by Xi Lun carried the plague. When the poison turned out to be a good medicine that could "return the dead", he summoned the black tiger to enter.

As soon as Heihu came in, he saw Yuwen Haoyu's box on the table. There were many ice cubes in the box, and there was a smaller box in the middle of the ice cubes.

"Heihu, you have been with me for many years, right?"

Yuwen Haoyu stood at the window, turned his back to him and asked, Heihu looked up at him slightly, and said in a low voice: "When the emperor was 11 years old, the subordinates officially stayed by the emperor's side to protect the emperor. So far, 16 More than a year."