After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to continue his life

Chapter 285 The heart belongs to him

Author: Yu Yuan Guiyu

Murong Lingshu raised her head from Emperor Ming's arms, as if she was in some kind of daze, "Is Huan'er really still alive and well?"

Farewell under the city wall, all she dreamed about all night long was the sight of Yue Huan's white clothes being dyed red by blood.

She watched with her own eyes as Jiang Qi stabbed her through the heart.

Nowadays, everyone in the world has heard that Princess Yue Huan of the Yue clan has been resurrected from the dead, but she has not been able to see Yue Huan until now. All the news about Yue Huan she heard from others.

"Absolutely true and wise."

"How could I deceive you into doing this?"

Emperor Ming patted the queen's back gently. He saw Murong Lingxue's worry about gain and loss, and felt pain in his heart.

That day she fell into coma from the city wall, and Yue Huan's body was taken to Dazhou by Jiang Qi. After Murong Lingshu woke up, she almost collapsed in the face of one after another blows!

Since then, the root of the disease has fallen into my body, and I often linger on the sick bed. It is no longer what it used to be.

This time, Yue Jue woke up by the Luoshui River and saw Yue Jue still alive, which made her feel better.

"Then why hasn't Huan'er come yet? Didn't Jue'er say that she has arrived in the imperial capital? Why hasn't she come yet?"

Murong Lingzhu leaned on Emperor Ming's arms, looked at the empty bluestone road, and murmured in despair.

Suddenly, she raised her head suddenly: "Your Majesty, will I go out of the palace with you to pick up Huan'er? She has been away from home for so long, so you should pick her up!"

She really couldn't wait. She had been waiting in this palace for a long time. Now she knew that Huan'er was outside the palace, how could she sit still?

"I have already sent people to urge you. I just sent a message because I was delayed at the gate of the palace. Now I think I am already on the way to Yonghe Temple. It is the same for us to go in and wait."

Emperor Ming glanced at the bluestone road where there was no movement, and walked towards the inner hall with Murong Lingxu in his arms. She was not in good health and was not suitable for tossing back and forth.

"No, Your Majesty!"

"Just let me wait here. I can't go outside the palace gate. I want to wait here for Huan'er to come back."

She wanted Yue Huan to see her as soon as she came back.

Murong Lingzhen did not follow Emperor Ming's force into the house. She had waited for so long, and she always felt uneasy as long as she didn't see Yue Huan for a moment.

"That's fine."

Emperor Ming had nothing to do with her, so he could only agree.

It was just that Murong Lingshu was looking forward to it, leaving the gate of Yonghe Lama Temple step by step, and walking towards the bluestone road step by step.

Emperor Ming's eyelashes were lowered, but in the end he did not stop her, but followed her, following her step by step.

Murong Ling was knowledgeable and muttered, "If I take one more step, if I take one more step, I can see Huan'er..."

Zhuoyue and others had just said goodbye to Changsheng when they met the people sent by Emperor Ming to greet them.

When Zhuo Yue learned that Murong Lingzhu had been waiting in Yonghe Temple, her heart felt numb.

She raised her eyes to look at the bright sunlight, stretched out her hand to hold Xuan Qi's hand and held the reins together. She curved her lips and looked at Yue Jue, "Brother, I will go first to see my mother."

After saying that, she tightened the reins and rode away with Xuan Qi!

"Huan'er——"

Yue Jue only had time to call Yue Huan's name, and saw the two people's backs getting further and further away.

The palace originally did not allow horses to ride fast, but she was Yue Huan, the most noble princess of the Yuezhi, so these rules and regulations were ineffective on her.

She can do whatever she wants.

Yue Jue looked at Yue Huan, who was dressed in bright clothes and angry. The smile in his eyes became gentler. Time turned back and gave his precious sister back to them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the two people waiting with him. He turned over and dismounted, "Dismount, we can't ride fast in the palace."

Wen Mo tightened his gaze on the backs of Yue Huan and Jiang Qi, and followed Yue Jue's wishes. As the prince of Northern Qi, he naturally knew the rules in the White House.

In the past life, he had always been relatively lazy. He looked at the waiting sedan chair with shining eyes, "His Royal Highness is still thoughtful."

He got off his horse and ran towards the sedan chair.

Yue Jue looked at the death of the childlike face and innocent heart, smiled and invited Wen Mo beside him, "Let's go."

Wen Mo nodded in response.

Yue Jue looked at Wen Mo, who had always had a peripheral vision on Yue Huan since they met, "Wen Mo, my father has already told me everything you have done for the Yueshi."

Yue Jue bowed deeply to Wen Mo, "Thousands of words... can't be repaid. If Yuezhi is needed in the future, just speak up."

Wen Mo, who was a little distracted, was caught off guard by Yue Jue's salute and hurriedly helped him up, "Brother, what are you doing!"

"You are my brother. I should help my brother when he is in trouble, so there is no need to say thank you!"

Yue Jue looked at Wen Mo steadily, her eyes a little dim, "Wen Mo, Huan'er..."

Yue Jue understood that Wen Mo was able to do this to Yuezhi entirely because of Yue Huan's face.

Yue Huan once told him that Wen Mo was the one who saved her in Qingshan, and Wen Mo also took great pains to protect her during the trip to Suzhou.

For Yue Huan, he even killed his right-hand man Ye Li with his own hands, and gave the Yingyue Tower that he painstakingly built to Yue Huan to protect Yue Huan's safety when he was seriously injured and in coma.

After all, the Yueshi owed him a lot.

"Brother, are you also here to persuade me to let go of Qiqi?"

Wen Mo smiled bitterly and took over Yue Jue's words, "Qiqi had already talked to me when we were among the water and clouds."

"She said she was leaving with Jiang Qi, right?"

"..."

Yue Jue was speechless for a moment, then he patted Wen Mo on the shoulder and said, "Yes."

"I don't know how many pairs of eyes in the world are staring at her now. She likes to be clean, so leaving is the best way."

He didn't want to hide it from Wen Mo either.

Wen Mo looked blank and confused, "Is there really no other way?"

Yue Huan was finally resurrected, but why was she just like an epiphyllum?

Thinking of this, Wen Mo's heart skipped a beat!

Epiphyllum? Epiphyllum!

When he first met Yue Huan, the only flower he placed on the table was Epiphyllum.

Every time he reunited with Yue Huan after that, there was always the shadow of Epiphyllum on Yue Huan.

Either the hairpin on the head or the embroidery on the dress...

Wen Mo's expression suddenly turned chapped, and he looked at Yue Jue with pain, "Brother, is there really such a thing as fate in this world?"

The tragedy of the epiphyllum is the fate between him and Yue Huan?

Yue Jue was slightly startled, "Huan'er even told you this?"

But when he thought about the relationship between Yue Huan and Wen Mo, he was not surprised. He sighed softly and walked forward, thus missing the doubt in Wen Mo's eyes.

"The theory of fate is indeed very mysterious, but you have also seen the past master."

"Back then, my father followed the instructions of the deceased master and found Jiang Qi for Huan'er."

Wen Mo looked at Guan Sheng, who was already sitting firmly in the sedan chair, so the fatalism that Emperor Ming spoke to Jiang Qi under the city wall that day came from him?

And the encounter between Yue Huan and Jiang Qi was just because of his words?

Sun Sheng, who was lazily sitting on the sedan chair, felt Wen Mo's gaze and turned his head to look over.

After seeing the emotion in his eyes clearly, he finally spoke, "The situation between the two of them is a long story. What I can only tell you is that Jiang Qi was born for Yue Huan."

"Even without me, they are destined to be together."

"Do you understand?"

If the sudden intrusion of the ancient temple had not made this dungeon more difficult, the relationship between Zhuo Yue and Xuan Qi would have only come naturally, and there would not have been the current involvement at all.

"Born for Yue Huan?"

Wen Mo murmured these words, his eyes turning red as he looked at the deceased, "What about me?"

"The moment Qingshan Qiqi fell into my arms, my heart fell on her. I almost lived for her every day after meeting her!"

"The most ridiculous thing is, wasn't he personally responsible for my encounter with Qi Qi? He was the one who personally sent Qi Qi to me! Why did he take it back when he said he would take it back?"

It was because of Wen Mo's devotion to Yue Huan that Yue Jue felt unable to exert herself when facing Wen Mo.

Looking at Wen Mo, who was a little hysterical, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

With the word love, how can he make the decision?

"Obviously he was the one who hurt Qi Qi many times, so why was he the one destined to be born for her in the end?"

"Tell me why this is-!"

He has never hurt Yue Huan, and he has always protected and cherished her since they first met her. Why is he not even qualified to come to her side?

Because of a fate, he was going to give up Yue Huan to someone else?

"Does it hurt?"

Xiang Sheng sat up straight, suppressed the careless expression on his face, looked at Wen Mo and said word by word: "Then do you know that the heart in Yue Huan's body now belongs to Jiang Qi?"

"--What?"

Wen Mo and Yue Jue both looked at the past life with wide eyes. Yue Jue's hands began to tremble unnaturally, "What do you mean?"

"Huan'er's heart..."

The past life looked at Wen Mo with blood-red eyes, "That day under the city wall, you also saw Yue Huan stabbed through the heart. How do you think she survived?"

The sight of Yue Huan's body covered in blood once again entered Wen Mo's mind. He looked at the afterlife in disbelief, "Heart, heart... How can you give your heart to someone else?"

"Then why Jiang Qi, why..."

Xiangsheng touched the tip of his nose, straightened his back, leaned back on the sedan chair, and answered: "Why didn't you die?"

Wen Mo and Yue Jue pursed their lips tightly and said nothing, but the look in their eyes that looked at him said everything.

He coughed lightly, "Because he split his heart in two, gave half to Yue Huan, and gave half of his blood to her, they now have a symbiotic relationship."

"In other words, shared life."

These words about the afterlife are half true and half false.

It is not appropriate to reveal things about the void and the polar regions to them.

He glanced at Wen Mo, who had his head lowered, "Something unexpected happened between Jiang Qi and Yue Huan, which caused the previous misunderstanding. Yue Huan is the person he loves with all his life, and Jiang Qi will never want it."

Hurt Yue Huan."

"It will never be possible between you and Yue Huan, let it go—"

In the past life, he knew that his last words were cruel, but he had to do it. Wen Mo and they were not from the same world, and there was no benefit in being muddled.

Wen Mo stood there blankly, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Ever since he heard the words "symbiosis", his heart had collapsed...