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Chapter 637 There is always a concubine who loves me to wear a cuckold (38)
"Let them go."

Jiang Ziheng weakly ordered the people present.

Because he was wearing a red dress, Tu Zhimeng couldn't see the blood on his body, but felt that the other party's face was pale and it was difficult for him to speak.

But at this moment, Tu Zhimeng can't care about others anymore. Nan Wufeng just took a sword for her in order to protect her. Now she is full of Nan Wufeng.

The last small world has already been lost once, and she doesn't want to experience it again in this small world.

Seeing that the people around him were indifferent, Jiang Ziheng growled again, almost exhausting all his strength: "Let them go!"

At this time, they were willing to make way for Tu Zhimeng and Nan Wufeng to pass.

"You can bear it any longer." The little girl held Nan Wufeng while crying, and walked over with difficulty step by step.

Nan Wufeng's wound was very shallow and not serious, but the bleeding continued, staining the white clothes on his body red, which frightened the little girl, thinking that Nan Wufeng was seriously injured.

Nan Wufeng looked down at Tu Zhimeng who was supporting her, and lightly pursed her thin white lips, forming a beautiful arc. I can't die."

Not far away, Jiang Ziheng looked at the shadows of the two supporting each other, there was a smile in his eyes besides envy.

May they grow old together and depend on each other for life and death...

If, if there is an afterlife, he will definitely tell the little girl that he likes her.

I fell in love with it at first sight.

A gust of summer wind blew past, blowing off the veil on Jiang Ziheng's face, revealing his delicate and beautiful facial features, his clothes and hair fluttering with the wind, those eyes with different pupils were as dazzling as jewels in the sun.

His life is so exhausting.

It's good to end like this.

It was one month after Tu Zhimeng learned of Jiang Ziheng's death. At this time, the Yuan Kingdom had already defeated the Western Regions, but the little girl had no intention of occupying the Western Regions. She just signed an agreement of peaceful coexistence with the queen of the other party, and the generations would never fight.

Jiang Ziheng died to save Nan Wufeng, so Tu Zhimeng was grateful to him from the bottom of his heart.

Even if it is to make up for him, it cannot occupy the Western Regions.

"What do you think?"

It was Nan Wufeng who spoke, and I had to admit that Qiao Chen's northeastern accent was really contagious. In just one month, he managed to distract everyone in the palace.

Nan Wufeng's wound had obviously healed, but he still had to lie on the bed and ask the little girl to feed him the medicine herself.

"I didn't think about anything."

The little girl blinked her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed for no reason.

Obviously she is the empress, why should she serve him instead?

Thinking about it, she felt a little emotional, and stuffed a spoonful of decoction into Nan Wufeng's mouth in dissatisfaction.

Nan Wufeng was caught off guard, suffering so much that even his five sense organs were twisted together: "Bitter."

He looked at the little girl aggrievedly, and wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief. The pleasant and magnetic bass sounded pitiful. His eyes seemed to be accusing Tu Zhimeng of being heartless, and that he was hurt because of her. , and still treat him like this.

Tu Zhimeng: "..."

I can't stand it...

She took a piece of candy and coaxed softly: "Hey, eat a piece of candy, it won't be bitter."

Nan Wufeng looked at the candy in her hand, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he got up and approached, clasped the back of her head with his backhand, and put his thin lips directly on it.

He was not gentle at all, he bit the little girl's lips and refused to let go.

He didn't let go until Tu Zhimeng could hardly breathe.

(End of this chapter)