The Hickey of the Demon Lord: The Substitute Princess

Chapter 259

She was about to walk to his side, maybe only one step away, just one step away, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch her soft and boneless body, and pull her into his arms, but... Just this one step, the last step.

She, turned into a bubble, disappeared from the sky.

ten days later.

"Ling Feng, who do you think is here?"

Nangong Zheng, who was making a decision in his heart, heard familiar footsteps coming from the door, and asked lightly.

"Someone brought something to the palace. Just now, Xiao Li, the guard on duty at the gate of the palace, asked his subordinates to fetch these." Ling Feng carried a bunch of things and put them on the long platform, and then fell silent for a short while.

Nangong Zheng raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth calmly.

"Tribute?"

Ling Feng smiled and spoke calmly. "It's okay. It is said that Xidu villagers made pure fresh chicken sauce from wild pheasants, and this fur."

Nan Gongzheng was slightly startled because of that word. If it wasn't for that woman's insistence, he might have razed the place of Xidu to the ground long ago.

He didn't stop Ling Feng from continuing, so Ling Feng didn't keep silent. "The leading man said that he came to the capital after riding an ox cart for three days overnight. He had no other demands, but just wanted to give these things to the master and her."

The conversation between Ling Feng and Nangong Zheng didn't mention Su Min all the time, but he tried not to mention Su Min's name as much as possible, and the master seldom showed a grief-stricken expression. Although he could not be called relieved, he was not too angry Anger, blame other people.

It's just that the alienation on his body, like a sad atmosphere, made many people afraid to approach him.

Ling Feng told the truth, his eyes gradually deepened: "He said that she left in a hurry at that time, and didn't even have time to enjoy the banquet prepared by the villagers. They only knew that she came to the capital to meet someone, and finally someone knew her Her status is unusual, so everyone did not expect her to go back to Xidu again, after the busy season, they found a few young people to give her gifts from Xidu."

Nangongzheng stretched out his hand, and Lingfeng brought the thick black fur to a place within his reach. Nangongzheng's five fingers gently slid over the smooth and cool fur, his eyes remained the same, but his jaw was tense , not revealing that last emotion.

Ling Feng explained: "This is a fur fur. It was made by the hunters who went hunting in the mountains, and then asked the most dexterous woman in the village to piece it together and sew it. It is said that it was because she was standing in the snow in Xidu to answer questions for the villagers. They said that it would be worthwhile to peel off the tiger and bear skins in the mountains for her. They only hoped that she could wear this warm fur in the fur sent by the villagers of Xidu. Spend the whole New Year. There is also chicken dew, they said that although she can eat delicacies from mountains and seas in the capital, this is the most authentic delicacy, and they said that she suffered with them in Xidu, and they want her to taste it."

These words, as if they were words from the mouths of those simple and honest villagers, are repayment and gratitude.

Nangong Zheng's heart was a little touched, but he didn't show any more expressions, just said something quietly. "Yes, those who can achieve this level are worthy of accepting these gifts."

That is a kind woman.

She didn't want to see those innocent villagers being implicated to death, she even blatantly violated his order and rushed to the most dangerous place alone, making him worry, worrying and thinking about him.

She brought carts of precious herbs, money to support the villagers, and methods to cure diseases and save lives, she brought.She took her body and mind, took care of the villagers day and night, and never took a rest until her eyes were red and swollen. What she took with her was hope.

It is the hope that defeats the plague, the hope that defeats death.

She didn't just want to prove that what she did was right, not to prove that his decision was wrong.

She was only for his own good, and she did her best for him.

She didn't let him be an object of attack, she didn't let the world have reason to misunderstand him, and she didn't let anyone have the opportunity to curse him as a tyrant.

She used to defend him so much.

She also used to attract him to taste pastries, preventing the haze and bitterness of childhood from haunting him for the rest of his life.

In this world, no one would count the scars with him like her.

He closed his eyes, the smell of chicken dew lingered around him, as if it made him drunk again.

He vaguely saw her, standing under the laurel tree, she turned around and smiled at him, not like last time, turning into foam and flying away.

She didn't say anything, just looked at the full moon in the sky, and then silently locked her eyes on him.

She seemed to be grasping something, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, then raised his right arm, released his clenched five fingers, and put the emptiness in his hand into his.

Her eyes were talking to him.

She said that she grabbed a handful of moonlight and put it in her palm, hoping to return him to his initial peace.

"You are gone, even I can abandon you, you still want to see how calm and insensitive I am, I can laugh or cry, eat or sleep, is that what you want to see when you come back?"

But he suddenly shook off her hand, the warmth of that hand made him feel that the torment and pain of the past half a month were instantly ignited and exploded.

He growled at her, he was irritable, he was restless.Like an enraged beast, it cut off her tenderness.

She seemed frightened by his sudden anger, but her eyes flickered as if saying so.

"I don't want to see myself abandoned by you, so this time, let me go first."

Nangong Zheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth, his whole body trembled unbearably, he regretted to the extreme, he just looked at her like that, not knowing what to do for the first time.

Only when he was half asleep and half awake, he could see her, she was distinct, neither thinner nor haggard.He could clearly see every color on her body, every helpless or gentle look in her eyes.

She didn't reach out to him again, his heart was full of bitterness and guilt, he was extremely ashamed because of his anger, because she didn't often appear in his dreams, how could he get angry with her?
It was because of this that he was not gentle enough or considerate enough to let her go.

His expression softened, and he stretched out his hand towards her. Seeing that she didn't respond, he took the initiative to embrace her and held her in his arms.

I can't tell how long, how long I haven't hugged her.

She seemed to be real, with real body temperature, real softness, and even the faint fragrance of her body, all wandering in his breath.

"Do you want to test me and see how long it will take for me to go crazy without you? Anyway, in the eyes of others, I am blind, and it doesn't make any difference if it turns out to be worse."

His voice was full of sorrow, he laughed at himself, he didn't like the character of self-deprecating, and he didn't like others to look at him pitifully, but when facing her, he said so.

The woman in her arms lost her mind slightly, then shook her head.

Her expression looked worried, as if she didn't like hearing him call herself blind.

"It doesn't matter, you won't die if you are blind."

What he said was an understatement. Although he couldn't see everything in real life, he had already adapted to his current life. At least he could see her in the dream, so maybe he should be satisfied.

She shook her head, shaking her head very hard, tears glistened in her eyes, as if she couldn't bear it.

"I didn't mean to get angry with you, it's just that I have a bad temper recently." He smiled, covered her delicate face, and possessed each other at close range, his heart was full of emotions.

She smiled again, a little relieved, a little relaxed.

The only shortcoming is that she always smiles, nods, shakes her head, or tells her inner thoughts with her eyes, but she never speaks.

"Won't you come back to me again?"

His expression softened, and he lowered his posture. When she asked this question, she seemed to feel that it was a great regret. Tears silently rolled down the corners of her eyes, and she just stared at him silently for a long, long time.

Only this time, she didn't nod or shake her head, and he couldn't read her eyes from the tears in her eyes.

He felt so bewildered, so lonely, so lonely.

He seemed to have presented her with a problem, a problem that she could not make a decision on.

He sighs, then.just woke up.

In front of him, there was still darkness.

Life is real, it cannot always be a dream.

It's just that he didn't hope for a moment like he is now. It would be great if life was illusory, because his rational self knew that she would never come back, and he could only think of her in nostalgia.

But in the dream, he can still see her, talk to her, even touch her, even if there is a small conflict between the two, he can still apologize and reconcile.

But the cruel reality is that he has already made a big mistake, but he can't apologize and reconcile with her.

How hard it is for them to forgive mistakes, they just ask for time to let everything dilute.

I don't know if time can dilute, he misses her, but he is contradictory, he doesn't want to experience the unforgettable feeling of losing her, but wants to remember her deeply.

If he ever forgot about her, he couldn't bear himself.

It's just that she doesn't know how long today is for him.

Nangong Zheng's chest contained too many heavy emotions, as if breaking through the siege at this moment, he became fierce and angry.

He roared like a wounded leopard, and slammed his fist on the broken jade table, as if such pain could not resolve the dullness and loneliness in his heart.

He couldn't tell the difference, he gritted his teeth and punched again and again, until the table was shattered, and he didn't stop until his fist was stained with blood.

At least in this way, he can vent his dissatisfaction and resentment, vent his anguish and regret.

It's just the pain in the body, but it still can't make him ignore the pain in the heart. The slight, continuous, bursts of pain don't seem to be serious, it seems to be just a dull pain, but it's almost life-threatening!

(End of this chapter)