Chapter 75 If Cui Bingyan feels sorry for a man, he'll be in big trouble, Ning Lulu…
Liu Yunying turned her head and looked at Ning Lu quietly as she tried her best to prove to her that Xie Qinghe was gentle, kind, and dedicated to the country and its people.
She said that Xie Qinghe would speak out for the people and risk his identity being exposed to write a letter.
She said that Xie Qinghe quelled the turmoil without firing a shot at Prince Jing and planned for the people around him.
She said that Xie Qinghe would smile gently, bring the best food and fun things to her yard, and protect her in all dangerous situations.
Liu Yunying chuckled and shook her head. That was Xie Qinghe in Ning Lu's eyes, but that didn't mean that was Xie Qinghe.
Sensing that she didn't agree with her description, Ning Lu unconsciously stopped explaining.
She could see it. Liu Yunying was convinced of what kind of person Xie Qinghe was. No matter how much she talked, she would never believe that he was just a harmless cat that was stressed and bristling.
Ning Lu gazed through the ethereal mist at her unreachable family, then looked back at her own body in this moment.
Liu Yunying made her own choice.
Of course, she could continue to fight for her own body, or continue to rampage through Liu Yunying's body.
It's a strange feeling, a strange sense of confidence. She can accept and be at ease with either of them.
But if she returns to her own body, Xie Qinghe will truly lose her.
Only now did Ning Lu belatedly realize that she seemed to be the only one in the world who would choose to believe Xie Qinghe.
The fact was so heavy that it made it hard for her to breathe, and her fingers began to stiffen and tremble.
She took a deep breath and looked down at the embroidery on the cuffs, which Xie Qinghe had carefully selected and sent to her in the east wing.
Feeling sorry for a man will bring you great misfortune, Ning Lulu...
Even if she travels back in time and lives in Liu Yunying's body, she will still be Ning Lu, which is not fair to Liu Yunying...
“Ning Lu, this is actually very fair.”
Liu Yunying saw through her dilemma and smiled with relief.
"I was originally prepared to die, but I unexpectedly gained the love of my family. It was a pleasant surprise." She choked up slightly and patted her thin shoulder through the air: "You have been struggling to survive and trying to be strong. You should live well. I'm just sorry to let you inherit my terrible life."
"Don't say that."
Ning Lu shook her head firmly.
Liu Yunying is a very capable woman.
This is the thing she believes in most after traveling back in time.
If she were to survive in this other world with her own fragile body, she would probably catch a cold every few days, be unable to withstand severe torture, be unable to travel thousands of miles a day, and be unable to support herself and the seriously ill Xie Qinghe.
She was grateful and thankful.
Tears blurred her vision, and she couldn't make a sound, only mechanically and woodenly shaking her head in denial.
"Please take good care of Lanzhou for me."
After a pause, Liu Yunying smiled wryly: "Don't let her always stay in the past."
Ning Lu wanted to say something more, but was surprised to find that Liu Yunying's figure was becoming increasingly transparent.
Her body was getting lighter and lighter.
"This is a rift in spacetime; even lingering here for a moment will cause damage. Don't hesitate any longer."
The mist dissipated in the void water mirror, and she leaped with all her might, rushing towards the direction where Liu Yunying was.
The scene before me was clear: my parents were crying, and my best friend was weeping and cursing under his breath.
The lingering smoke that she couldn't grasp, belonging to Liu Yunying, dissipated on the hospital bed, and the straight lines on the monitoring instrument began to rise and fall again.
Beneath the oxygen mask, the baby face suddenly gained a lifelike quality, its eyebrows and eyes trembling slightly as it slowly opened.
She wanted to take another step forward.
Suddenly, a deep male voice rang out, as loud as thunder.
"My lord, the laws of fate and destiny in this world are all predetermined."
"It cannot be forced."
"What fate? I am her fate."
“If she wants to leave, wake her up and tell me herself that she doesn’t want to stay a moment longer.”
"Otherwise, I'll take your life."
"If she intends to leave, what use would it be for you to kill me, sir?"
She coughed violently, her voice was hoarse, and Ning Lu felt a tightness in her chest.
That guy...
As he tried to lunge back, his body suddenly slowed down and softened, and in that moment of hesitation, the scene before him changed again.
Her parents and friends gathered around her bedside, whispering words of comfort and concern.
The path they had come by, which had reappeared behind them, was barely visible, almost disappearing completely.
When she looked back, the scene in the space-time where Liu Yunying was located turned into water vapor.
What Liu Yunying had said became concrete at this moment.
She can't go back to her family, and if she hesitates and doesn't make a choice, Liu Yunying's body and Ning Lu's soul will be completely consumed by the gaps in time and space.
The smell of blood, the bitterness of medicine, and the salty, wet taste of tears spread across my nose and tongue...
Xie Qinghe, that... troublesome guy...
Her wildly beating heart finally calmed down. Ning Lu bit her lip and took a step back, then another.
He turned around and started running back the way he came.
Live one more day at a time.
No matter who you live by, you must live well.
More than a decade of hard study, the girl's budding feelings, the family's New Year's Eve dinner, and the girls' funny selfies at the amusement park are all left behind.
Ning Lu felt a lump in her throat and wanted to turn back, but a huge force pushed her forward.
The wind whistled past my ears, and I couldn't stop walking.
Then came the feeling of weightlessness, as if I were falling into the air, and my heart stopped.
"Oh--"
His lifeless fingertips suddenly gripped the blankets beneath him with a sudden force, almost instinctively trying to struggle to sit up and gasp for breath. His body, which had been lying in bed for so long, was limp and powerless, unable to support any significant movement.
Even lifting her eyelids was a slow and sluggish movement.
Even before the light entered her consciousness, it was the familiar scent of sandalwood.
The cool, delicate flavor was mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible, pungent smell of blood.
Immediately afterwards, she felt a soft, warm touch; the quilt covering her body was thin yet warm, even more comfortable than the bedding she usually used in the east wing.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she finally mustered the strength to open her eyes, trying to move her neck and look around.
The room was empty; Xie Qinghe's hysteria seemed to be nothing more than a figment of her imagination, a nightmare.
I lifted the covers and stepped onto the wooden steps in front of the bed, my gaze drawn to the scattered fragments on the ground.
Bloodstained porcelain shards, and the medicine that had gone cold.
"girl?"
The door was pushed open, and Qinghuai was startled, then a look of surprise appeared on her face.
"Girl, that's wonderful, you're awake!"
She jogged over and carefully examined the person from head to toe. After confirming that there were no other injuries, she breathed a sigh of relief and excitedly stomped her feet repeatedly.
It took him a while to realize what was happening, and then he hurriedly tried to run outside.
"Sir, yes, I will go and tell you right away. You will surely be pleased."
"Where's Xie Qinghe? Did he go to the meeting? What's he so happy about?"
Ning Lu looked outside and vaguely remembered hearing Master Tongguang's voice in her dream.
Something seems off.
The atmosphere was strange.
What are you making such a fuss about?
“Girl, don’t you remember? You slept for five whole days.”
In her perception, it was only a moment.
Five days have already passed?
Ning Lu suddenly remembered the few words echoing in the air.
That guy...
"Where is he now? Take me to him."
"girl."
Ning Lu rushed out of the dormitory and entered the study with practiced ease, only to find it empty, with Xie Qinghe nowhere to be seen.
As I turned to leave, my gaze was drawn to the portrait on the ground, which seemed familiar.
I stopped, bent down, picked up one of the photos, and examined it closely.
Is it her? It's her in modern times.
Ning Lu gasped as she swept up the other papers scattered on the floor, picking them up one by one and carrying them to the table.
Apart from the first portrait she described to Xie Qinghe, countless new sheets of drawing paper were piled up on the table.
It's all her.
She as a young girl, she in middle age, she in old age...
Every single one of them is of her.
They were either wearing padded jackets or gauze skirts...
Or it could be the long-sleeved shirt and trousers she described to him.
Perhaps because he had never seen it before, the modern attire was painted in a bizarre and comical way.
Despite the flaws, the beauty of each and every piece is almost identical to her own self-image.
Ning Lu touched a damp spot with her fingertip, then curled her fingertip and stared intently at it.
It's blood.
The unfinished painting on the table wasn't of her modern appearance, but rather of her face at this moment.
Her facial features resembled Liu Yunying's, but her demeanor and gaze were full of her charm.
But...
The eyes weren't drawn well.
It was as if he was too weak to hold the brush properly, and his brushstrokes trembled as he made a mistake.
The dark red dots are like plum blossoms falling in a splashing painting, with one drop landing right under the eye, resembling a beauty mark.
Five days, nearly ten paintings.
Xie Qinghe is as energetic as ever.
Ning Lu pursed her lips and raised a slight smile, preparing to go out to find someone.
As soon as I set off, I heard a commotion outside, with footsteps, chairs clattering, and doors creaking.
A cold wind swept in, and the side door of the study was flung open from the outside. Xie Qinghe almost stumbled into the room.
His hurried steps stirred up a gust of wind, and his light fur coat billowed behind him, creating a powerful aura.
I don't know where he came from. He was covered in mud and dust, breathing heavily through his mouth and nose, his thin body swaying in his dark blue robe.
Ning Lu held a stack of portraits and looked at them in surprise, only to be met with the fierce killing intent that could not be concealed in the crimson eyebrows and eyes.
Before she could make a move, Xie Qinghe stopped by the door, silently biting his lip, staring intently at her features as if trying to penetrate her body, extract her soul, and confirm it repeatedly.
"Where have you been? What happened to you, and you've gotten yourself into this state?"
It's only been a short time since we last met, and he's already covered in injuries, looking so distraught and like he's about to die at any moment.
Ning Lu put down the portrait in her hand, walked around the table, and slowly stepped forward.
The man stood frozen in place, the fierce look in his eyes instantly turning into astonishment and panic. He clenched his fist and hid it behind him.
He was like a frightened young animal, clumsily baring his fangs, but his clear eyes revealed a longing for safety.
"Xie Qinghe, do you want to guess where I went and what happened?"
She tried her best to keep a relaxed tone, put her hands behind her back, leaned forward, and asked him with a smile.
Xie Qinghe couldn't help but move closer to her.
Just then, blood surged, and Wei Zhan dragged in a man covered in wounds and threw him in front of the door.
Ning Lu glanced at it, her chest heaved, her eyes filled with panic, and she subconsciously took a step back.
The man's body was covered in wounds, with the skin torn open, and his light gray Taoist robe stained bright red.
The moment Wei Zhan let go, his entire body slid to the ground like a piece of dead flesh.
It took her a long time to identify the person on the ground, and she reached out and grabbed Xie Qinghe's forearm.
Whether it was in a moment of panic or a test of his limits, Xie Qinghe's body stiffened, and he gasped in pain.
Seeing that his face had lost all color, Ning Lu quickly let go of his hand.
Only then did she realize that his right hand had been hanging limply at his side the whole time, without any strength.
Her eyelashes trembled, her breathing was shallow and rapid, and she was in no better condition than the person on the ground.
Turning his head to look outside, Wei Zhan frowned and shook his head at her, as if reminding or hinting, or perhaps warning.
Her mind was in a mess. Ning Lu took two deep breaths, controlled her tone, and tried her best not to sound like she was questioning or accusing someone.
"how……"
"You saw Ning Lu, I can't live without you, I won't let you go..."
"You promised to give me love, but if you don't want me anymore... I'll kill them all one by one..."
"I will torture them until...they die in agony..."
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