Silly Goddess: The Evil King's Pampered Concubine

Chapter 211 She didn't kill Bole, but Bole died because of her
Li Yu on his back seemed to weigh a thousand pieces of gold, and Shang Zhengyu was almost out of breath, but he was helpless, and there was a thunder, and the raindrops like beans poured out.

In the blink of an eye, Shang Zhengyu's whole body was soaked, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. Finally, her legs gave way and fell to the ground. Regardless of her skinned knees, she hurriedly turned around to check if Li Yu was okay.

Seeing Li Yu who was also drenched, Shang Zhengyu's heart tightened, and he hugged Li Yu tightly, trying to protect her from the wind and rain.

But no matter what she did, the rainwater like a waterfall kept hitting Li Yu mercilessly. In the end, Shang Zhengyu gave up covering Li Yu, and slowly put her on the ground, then took off his coat and covered Li Yu. Yu, and then slowly lay beside her.

"Ah~~" Finally, Shang Zhengyu couldn't help shouting in grief and indignation.

At this time, Shang Zhengyu's heart was full of remorse besides unwillingness. She regretted, why did she choose to be with Dongfang Jingyao in the first place?Why bother with someone from a world completely different from hers?
If she hadn't known Dongfang Jingyao, let alone fallen in love with her, she wouldn't have angered Situ Qingning, and wouldn't her dearest nanny leave her?

She didn't kill Bole, but Bole died because of her.

The innocent and lovely Zhi'er died because of her, and the nanny who cared for her in every possible way now also died because of her. If it wasn't for revenge for them, she would never have lived.

Gradually, Shang Zhengyu's extremely heavy eyelids finally closed.

Under the rain curtain all over the sky, the two of them just lay there so quietly. In the silent surroundings, there was only the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground, but it was so tragic.
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"Young Palace Master, look, there seems to be someone there."

Hearing that Xuanyuan Yumo in the carriage opened the curtain, and when he looked around, he saw two figures lying in the boundless rain, frowning slightly Xuanyuan Yumo finally took the umbrella handed over by his subordinates and got out of the carriage.

Looking closer, Xuanyuan Yumo paused slightly with the hand holding the umbrella, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, it was her!

Although Shang Zhengyu's hair was disheveled and his face was covered with mud, Xuanyuan Yumo recognized her at a glance as the woman he met on the street last time.

Xuanyuan Yumo, who was proficient in medical skills, could tell at a glance that the old man lying next to Shang Zhengyu had been dead for a long time, and Shang Zhengyu's chest heaved weakly, and he was not far away from death.

When Xuanyuan Yumo moved his gaze to Shang Zhengyu's wrist, his pupils dilated suddenly, and the hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly because of excitement. Is it really her?Could it really be her who they've been looking for for so long?
Before he had time to think about it, Xuanyuan Yumo dropped the umbrella in his hand, leaned over and picked up the cold Shang Zhengyu and walked into the carriage.

The people who followed after seeing this also hurriedly took Li Yu away.

Back in the carriage, Xuanyuan Yumo immediately took out a piece of his own clothes from the carriage to wrap around Shang Zhengyu's slightly trembling body, but a piece of clothing was useless at all.

Now there is no inn in this barren mountain and wild ridge, and he didn't bring a maid with him, so he couldn't change Shang Zhengyu's clothes. After hesitating again and again, Xuanyuan Yumo had no choice but to untie his clothes and let Shang Zhengyu lean on him chest, hugging her tightly, trying to give her some warmth.

Feeling the coldness all over Shang Zhengyu's body, Xuanyuan Yu Mo Ying's sharp sword eyebrows slightly frowned, and a blush rose on his face.

But he also knew in his heart that this was not a long-term solution, Shang Zhengyu had to be treated as soon as possible, so he told his subordinates outside the carriage, "Hurry up."

"Yes." The subordinate agreed, raised his whip high, and the horse galloped away immediately, and the carriage disappeared on the road in an instant.

(End of this chapter)