The third day after Zong Zheng Luqin returned to China.
Qin Ye is still not used to it. When he sees Zi Ye and Wei Xi playing together, he always thinks of the third little figure.
On the fourth day, war broke out again near the Wulan River. Zong Zhengchen was busy every day and was not seen except at night when she was sleeping. She took care of the children at home and kept an eye on Jing Yi's injuries.
Jun Luoyuan is also looking for opportunities every day...
Unfortunately, the war broke out and King Chen was too busy, so she was never able to get close.
After a few days, she was bored and started observing Qin Ye. She found that Qin Ye always ran to a courtyard these days.
I became curious.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when Qin Ye left, he sneaked into the courtyard.
When I went in, I saw a dying man lying on the bed.
"Huh?"
Qin Ye takes care of this man every day. This man must be very important to her, right?
I walked closer to the bed and took a closer look.
He looked good, but his face was too pale. If it weren't for the very slight movement of his chest, she would have almost thought there was a corpse lying on the bed.
"You are so badly injured, how come you are not dead yet?"
She leaned her head out curiously, lifted the quilt down a little bit, and saw the gauze wrapped around the man's chest.
Remove the gauze.
The wound was so deep that it probably reached the heart.
She stretched out a finger and pressed it.
The wound was bleeding...
"It's not normal for such a small wound to cause such serious damage?" She muttered suspiciously, raised her finger and poked it into the wound.
He poked his entire finger in and stirred it around.
“…”
Jing Yi fell into a coma and had no consciousness, but his body felt pain, his face turned paler, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Jun Luoyuan poked his fingers and stirred it around until his hands were covered in blood.
He pulled it out and wiped it clean with a handkerchief in disgust:
“It’s so dirty!”
Since he is someone Qin Ye values, he should die quickly.
She stood up and prepared to leave when she suddenly glanced at the bowl of medicine on the table.
He picked up the bowl and sniffed it.
The third brother was well versed in pharmacology. She had followed him around since she was a child and was quite knowledgeable about herbs. After just one sniff, she could tell that this was a good medicine for stopping bleeding.
Suddenly, a hint of evil flashed across his eyes.
Remove from sleeve…pour in…quickly stir…put back in place.
Leave quietly.
Jing Yi is sleeping.
At night, in the quiet hour, a bare hand pushed open the door and walked into the room lightly.
It's Yunying...
After a few days of calm, her heart has calmed down a lot. She always thinks of what Feng Ran said: "If a person dies, is there any meaning in hatred?"
After going through so much, she didn't know how she would feel when facing Jing Yi.
Every night, when it’s quiet and dark, and I close my eyes, the past scenes always flash through my mind:
He pressed her down crazily, tortured her, and humiliated her severely; he also blocked the whip for her, protected her tightly with his body, and resolutely took poison to save her...
He is the good guy.
He is also the bad guy.
He did good things and he did bad things.
He brought the hardships and also he provided stability.
For a moment, I felt complicated and didn't know how to judge.
Yun Ying stood in front of the bed, looking at Jing Yi's unconscious face. It had been five days, and he showed no signs of waking up. Perhaps...
He will continue to sleep like this.
Realizing this, she felt inexplicably depressed.
"Jing Yi, tell me, if you die, will my hatred still have meaning..."
The sound was very soft, very light. It floated in the air and disappeared into the air, without causing any waves and receiving any response.
Yunying stood there for a long time.
long time.
She sighed deeply, stroked her bulging belly, sat down, picked up the medicine bowl beside her, scooped up a spoonful, and fed it into the man's mouth.