The return of the fierce wife mistakenly provokes the regent

Chapter 702 Not as good, let's go back together

Minghua took her into his arms, and said in a dull voice: "Yue'er, then you should live a good life, otherwise, we will go to hell together. On Huangquan Road, our family of three will not be lonely."

"You're crazy, you're crazy..." Shangyue murmured, the tears she had just stopped streaming down suddenly again, this time because she was frightened.

"Yue'er, I'm not crazy. You know how much I love you. If there is no you in this world, then I will really go crazy. Without you, what is the point of my life? If our children don't Without parents, what happiness is there? Why don't we go back together!"

Shangyue's face turned pale with shock at his words, and her heart sank instantly.

She knew that Minghua loved her deeply, and thought that after her death, he might be depressed for a while, but she never thought that he would have the idea of ​​committing suicide, let alone that he would even want to kill their child... …

At this moment, Shangyue felt a deep sense of fear.

She didn't want Minghua to die, and she didn't want their children to die with them.

She wants them to live a good life, even without her by their side, they can still live happily.

However, Minghua...

As long as she thought that after she died, Minghua and her children would not be able to survive, she would feel a chill in her heart, and her body could not help shaking.

Ming Hua knew that he had frightened her, but he did not back down.

His slender fingers stroked her back slowly, but there was no comforting word.

He just wanted to let her know that death is not as easy as she imagined.

Because only by planting this terrible idea in her heart, her desire to survive will become stronger.

Not only did she fall into Fumanluo, but she also had to face the life and death hurdle of a woman—giving birth.

And now that she's blind again, he's afraid she won't be able to hold on.

Ming Hua's hand gently stroked her trembling body, her face was as handsome as a god's, dark and difficult to see.

……

In the past few days, taking advantage of Ming Hua's early absence, Shang Yue sat at the table and began to practice calligraphy.

She has been in ancient times for so long, and she has never sat down to write in such a serious manner.

She is not used to writing with a brush, and now that she can't see it, it has become extremely difficult for her to write.

But she had to learn to write with a brush when she couldn't see it.

She sat at the table, bowed her head and wrote, and no one knew what she was writing.

Although she can't see now, her senses are more acute than before. Whenever someone approaches her, she can judge the direction of the person by breathing.

In fact, her handwriting was not very good, and because she couldn't read it, it was always a little crooked, but she wrote a long letter. Before Minghua came back, she finished writing the letter and brought Li Ruo I made a mirror bag for her, and put the letterhead in it.

After finishing all this, she ordered Li Ruo to ask Yan Yan to come over first to give her a diagnosis and treatment.

After a while, Yan Yan came in first, saw Shangyue sitting on a chair, sighed silently, and went up to give her a routine examination.

"Yue'er looks pretty good today." Yan Yan said after checking her pulse first.

"During this period, thanks to Master's care." Although Shangyue couldn't see, she could accurately know the direction Yan Yanxian was standing at this time, so she turned her head to Yan Yanxian's direction and nodded slightly to express her gratitude.

"Yue'er doesn't need to see outsiders like this." Yan Yan said first.

Shangyue turned her head to Li Ruo's direction and said, "Li Ruo, go out first, don't let anyone get close, I have something to say to Master."

"Yes." Li Ruo respectfully replied, and then retreated.

After Li Ruo withdrew, Shangyue said to Yan Yan first: "There is another person in this hall. I have trouble seeing now, so I ask Master to help. Let him sleep for a while."

Hearing what she said first, Yan Yan understood that he had something to say to himself, but he couldn't let the third party hear it. After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his sleeve, and a few silver needles shining with silver light shot out from his sleeve. shot out, shot out of the slightly open window.

(End of this chapter)