Agent Leng Fei: Playing with the Heartless Emperor

Chapter 143 Wanzhi, Don't Hate Me
After Zuo Yan left, he heard the sound of teacups shattering in the camp, and he didn't see the anger on the emperor's brows at the moment, Su Wanzhi, you are so cruel that you don't even let Mo'er off, your cold blood can be used on a child On your body, your tenderness and motherly love are all pretended, and I will make you regret it.

In the small wooden house on the mountain, the fire was shining brightly. After tossing around for half the night, Wanzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped off the blood on her hands. At this moment, she tossed and turned in her heart. In a mess, I inadvertently glanced at Jun Liyang beside me.

I remembered the shock when I tore off his clothes and saw that the arrow was only an inch away from the vital point.At that time, he was so afraid that he would not be able to survive, so he said gently, Jun Liyang, if you die tonight, I will hate you forever.He smiled palely, with tenderness in his eyes, and weak words flowing from his lips, I am very happy tonight.

Although he was in court, he had never been on a battlefield, how could he stand up to such an arrow wound.After the thrilling blood splatter, he finally survived, but he still passed out from the pain.

"Woo--" There was a low whimper, and Wanzhi remembered Jun Mo who was so fierce that he dared not cry. Turning around, he saw him hiding in the corner and hugging her, looking at her with tears in his eyes. There was a trace of panic, and my heart softened. I came over and reached out to touch Jun Mo's neck. At that time, I was so anxious that it was pinched and swollen. Rujin didn't have any medicine, so I raised his chin and rubbed it gently.

Jun Mo felt that Wanzhi's eyes softened, and the horror in his eyes faded away.

Wanzhi reached out to hug him, "I scared you." Said lightly, "Mo'er, hate me."

Jun Mo felt her soft hands gently rubbing the wound, and stopped crying, "Mo'er doesn't hate you, you are here to save Uncle San, you are reluctant to strangle Mo'er, right, Mo'er is just afraid of your eyes—— She doesn't look like a mother at all—"

Wanzhi heard Yu's heart ached, and hugged him into her arms, "Mo'er—" I'm not your mother, let alone be your mother, from the beginning, I just wanted to use you.

The wind blew, the light and shadow were messy, Wanzhi's tired face was reflected in the flames, brushed Junmo's sleeping point, and fell asleep in Wanzhi's arms with tears in her arms. Hearing the cold wind outside, Wanzhi closed her eyes but couldn't fall asleep anyway, let go Jun Mo, come here and touch Jun Liyang's forehead over and over again, it should burn at night, so I went out to find some water, put some alcohol-like medicinal powder, and soaked it in a bowl.

"Wanzhi, Wanzhi—don't go—" came a hoarse voice.

Wanzhi turned around to touch Jun Liyang's forehead, and it really burned, and wiped his forehead, his face, and his chest with the potion—the tentacles were as hot as fire.

"Wanzhi, don't go, I'll never leave you again—" Jun Liyang, who was in a high fever, raised his hand to hold Wanzhi's hand, raving sadly.

Wanzhi knew that Jun Liyang had a severe fever, and wanted to free her hand to wipe him quickly, but she couldn't.

"Wanzhi, don't hate me, Wanzhi—"

Light and shadow danced on Junyi's face with the wind, outlining traces of haggardness and heartbreaking pain.

Wanzhi held his hand, "Get well soon, I don't hate you anymore."

The clenched hand trembled suddenly, he seemed to be trying to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them, his face became more and more haggard, pale and frightening.

Wan wiped it for him with one hand, and let him hold the other hand, "Jun Liyang, calm down, listen to me, don't move around." The fever was so severe, her mood was unstable, and suddenly she was afraid that he would not be able to survive, Originally, the wound should be taken good care of, but there is nothing here.

(End of this chapter)