MTL - Rescuing the Supporting Character-Chapter 163 The fate of the reincarnation is seeking to marry two or three
"Light dust, don't drink!"
Even if Wen was running fast, when he rushed into the piano, he saw a light sip of Su Shichen.
It’s like a big bang! Suddenly waved off the tea pot in his hand, the light brown water stains spilled on the ground, she looked at it for a while and did not see the same.
"It's just a cup of tea, what's wrong?" Su Guangchen's hand was pinched by her, and her eyebrows whispered.
She looked back at his eyes with a deep fear, and reached out to touch his lips with water.
"Light dust, how much did the tea drink in? Did you feel uncomfortable?" When he thought that Su Xiaochen might die, Wen would panic and shake his hands.
"If it is..." I noticed her loss, and Su Xiaochen was a little wrong.
Wen Ruo had no time to explain, turned his head and said that the fresh fruit was on the side of the green book and shouted, "Go to attack the doctor, please go to the doctor!"
The Qingshu was stunned by her, and she quickly went down to the fruit plate and went to find someone.
Su Qingchen seems to understand what it is, holding her hand that touched her face indiscriminately, gazing at her eyes, and sighing: "No, the water is just coming out of the well, and the tea is also from Su There will be no problem with the government."
Wen Ruo’s heart was sour, and his lips twitched for a long while and couldn’t say a word, “Of course you won’t have any problems.”
There is no problem with water, and there is no problem with tea. What about tea set? What about the tea set? What are the people who come and wait for the emperor's house? Who can guarantee that there is no problem? !
But looking at his clear and transparent eyes, Wen couldn’t say anything.
She nodded in a difficult position and slowly hugged Su's waist.
"You won't have anything, I won't let you have something." Like a promise, it is like a good wish.
He raised his hand and gently stroked her messy hair, and the sound was like a clear spring: "Returning to the room makes you re-combine your head, and you run out of trouble. It’s such a big person, you won’t take care of yourself. Where have they been, why are they not with you?"
Listening to his slow tone, Wen Ruo slowly calmed down: "I let them go to do something, and then go back to the government." She did not want Su Guangchen to know too much about what to do. If she can, she only wants to show the best and cleanest part of the world in front of him. As for the unbearable process, she will solve it.
Love is like this, even if you know that the other side has a strong and tough soul, I hope to shelter him from the wind.
If Wen is already indistinguishable, what he loves is whether he is a post-Qing, or a Su-chen--but they are obviously a person. Why must they make a clear statement?
The doctor soon arrived, and closed his eyes for a long time, and did not find out what was wrong with his body. The attacker gave the old lady a big red envelope and sent the person out of the door.
Although there is a guarantee from the doctor, Wen Ruo did not relax half a point. There are so many good doctors in the palace who have not found out the illness of the female emperor. Who can say it clearly, is Gu Zhiruo also similarly poisoned in Su Xiaochen?
She stared intently at Su Guangchen, who was pressed to the couch. He lay docilely and looked back at her helplessly.
Wen Ruo was silent for a long time. He wanted to ask if he was uncomfortable. He remembered this sentence and had asked him many times. After a long time, he squeezed out: "Hungry? Don't you want me to pass the meal."
Su light dust smashed, and suddenly smiled softly, he was born handsome, suddenly smiled, gentle eyes like falling into a little starlight, with intoxicating brilliance.
He shook his head and raised his hand to reach her side. Wen Ru is a subconscious mind to retreat, moved and held back, only to see his fingertips from the beginning of a thin grass ear. When I came back, I ran too fast. I didn't know when this thing was stained. When Wen was a red face, I looked at Su Xiaochen and I felt that his color was softer.
"Go and bring the comb," he said.
Wen Ruo honestly went to the dressing table and turned over an elegant wooden comb back, put it into his palm, and then sat back on the edge of the couch.
Su light dust was opened and thin, and the slender fingers crossed the blue silk, gently smashing her hair, and slowly combing from the end of the hair.
The long hair that has been carefully managed is very smooth, and the brilliance flows like a satin that can't hold back. Su light dusty mouth whispered, "Why are you afraid?"
Wen is a glimpse, but there are a thousand words but I don’t know where to start. After a while, after listening to his voice, his voice rang low. "Are you afraid of me?"
Wen Ru is not hesitating this time: "Afraid. You can't have something, even if it is for me, you have to protect yourself."
"For you?" His voice was inaudible.
She suddenly woke up, she was forced to marry, Su Xiaochen is not willing to marry her, and immediately added a sentence: "Even if it is not for me, for you to marry your mother, you have to live well."
The movement in his hand was a moment and he continued. When he was warm and heartfelt, he smiled softly: "I thought, you would say, live together, die with death, if I am not there, you will not live alone." Love letter, to the vows that were sent before the written writing, what she is best at is not the sweet words that are tempting.
When Wen was back, there was no mistake in his embarrassment.
If Wen is so confident, she can't help but ask herself if she is really too impatient. She didn't give him a little time to wait for Su Xiaochen to accept it slowly, and then slammed him into his life.
It must have been that she did not do well enough to make him so tolerant, and his eyes showed such a look.
However, what he does not know is...
From the very beginning, when she named the information of her later life, she knew that she came to this feast, not because of the task, nor because of the chief laurel that was at her fingertips - she just came for him.
In a sense, she is not a good performer.
Even so, she never regretted it. Wen Ruo stared at his eyes seriously, and said with a word: "If you are not there, I will never live alone."
Su Guangchen's long eyelashes trembled slightly, slowly lifting his eyes, as if to distinguish the true and false of her words, his dark voice was deep and difficult to understand.
After a short while, he slightly raised his lips and raised his hand and slid her hair down to the ear: "I am laughing, how do you take it seriously."
Not waiting for his hand to leave, Wen Ruo immediately held it tightly: "I am not laughing, so, Su Xiaochen, you must be good, don't make any accidents."
Su light dusted, and hugged her, holding her breath and warming her mind: "Well."
......
The emperor’s house secretly executed two people, one was a small house in the dining room, and the other was the guardian of the back door.
After observing for two days, it was confirmed that there was no problem with the health status of Su Guangchen. Wen was still at ease and changed the guards around him.
The next day was the last day of Gu Zhiru’s execution. Wen Ru did not inform Wen Xiangning, and one person entered the prison. The light in the prison is dim, and there is no good meat in the dirty shards.
The retreat of the jailer, Wen Ru is like the wine in the food box is placed in front of her. Smell the smell, Gu Zhiruo moved, his eyes fluttering on her, she turned her head, her voice hoarse and broken: "What are you doing?"
"The day after tomorrow, you will be executed, and you will be sent to you." Wen Ru is concentrating on the cold ground and sitting cross-legged.
Looking at her and sitting in a gloomy cell, she couldn't help but grin. "The cat is crying and has a miserable compassion." It reveals a **** gum bed.
Wen Ruo did not refute, but faintly said: "I am sorry, I don't think about it, I should let you prepare some meat porridge that is easy to swallow."
Gu Zhiruo’s bruised eyes slammed and then pressed again. She mocked the dishes on the ground in a mocking way: “I will not give you an antidote.”
Wen looked at her quietly: "I understand. Maybe, you have no antidote at all."
Gu Zhiruo stagnation, sitting up against the wall with difficulty, blinking at her: "If you know, why should you waste your time on me?" The words are vague and somewhat ventilated.
"If you can't find the symptoms, except for the rare poison, the bigger one may be the curse of using privilege. It's not surprising that there is no medicine." Wen Ru is calmly filled with a glass of wine in front of her. "We are just Different positions, there is no need to make a hatred like hatred. I just want to ask you a word, what is said about Su Guangchen on that day, is it true?"
Gu Zhiruo scorned: "Why do I tell you?" The pain everywhere in the body reminds her that if it is not the woman in front of her, she will not fall into such a field, she would not care as warm as she cares. The man died early.
"Just because I can postpone the sentence of the next day and then postpone it for half a month." Wen Ru is not visible, his face is calm and calm, "I believe that you are not willing to enjoy a few more special treatment."
Gu Zhiruo heard the words, his face was white, his lips were for a long time, and he did not use the most vicious words to swear at her: "It is fake... I have compiled to lie to you."
Wen raised his eyebrows and seemed unwilling to let her go so easily: "What else?"
"What else do you want to know?!" Gu Ruo.
"I want to know, is there anyone else who has been cursed by you? Besides Wen Xiangning, who have you conspired with? I just need to say this, I promise, you can leave the world tomorrow." Wen Ruo is soft, imitation It seems to be just chatting with friends.
Gu Zhiruo glared at her, and there was no silence in the dark prison. Wen did not urge her, but only looked at her big and small scars.
The gaze directly shocked her - Gu Zhiru couldn't help but shrink into the darkness.
"And... Esser, she didn't promise..."
Wen is watching her with encouragement. Gu Zhiruo stopped and finally said, "There are seven emperors..."
The Seven Emperors are the Yinglong after the reincarnation, and Wen is well.
"And Meryl..."
Meryl? ! If Wen is a pupil, the tone is a little colder: "Where is she now?"
Gu Zhiruo stunned: "I was imprisoned by my people in Yushan Mountain."
The Yushan Mountain outside the Sai Mountain is just a small hill. The mountain is full of drought all year round. From Beijing to Yushan Mountain, it took nearly a month for the horse to gallop. If Wen couldn't imagine it, Meryl could not support her arrival on the day of the rescue.
"You will be so kind, catch other executives not to kill?" Wen Ruo coveted the haze of the eyes.
Gu Zhiruo’s lips: “My privilege, I used it in the last world...”
Wen Ruo’s heart burst into anger.
So, the curse on the female emperor was taken from Meryl? ! How much suffering did the girl who had been with her until the end of her life, and couldn’t bear to dedicate her privilege? !
Wen Ruo suddenly lost interest in trading with Gu Zhiruo. She slowly got up and said nothing, turned and took the door.
"Why is it! What do you mean?" Gu Zhiruo, regardless of his pain, rushed to the cell, the wine in the middle was turned over by her, and it was everywhere. "You promised to let me go." Can't talk without saying anything!"
Wen Ruo looked back and looked at her eyes without a trace of sympathy: "I changed my mind."
"Merrill can't find it one day, you can't die one day. You can do it yourself."
"Warm, you will not die!" Gu Zhiruo squatted on the thick wooden fence of the arm, staring at the back of her gradually leaving. Even without her competition, Wen Ruyi could not get the first place...
Gu Zhiruo did not let Wen Ruyi look back.
She is not afraid of death. There are always things in the world that people should do. They must not shrink because they are afraid of death. Wen Ruo is very clear about how much she hates her, even if she does not have this last, she will not let herself go.
If there are more privileges, she must have used it before she was put in prison.
Three days later, Wen Ru was coughing up blood when she was in the study room. She just wiped the blood from her lips and told her that Feng Feng could not be rumored.
In the crack between the pages of the book at hand, Su light dust made a bookmark made of dried maple leaves. She lifted her fingers and gently rubbed along the dark red veins.
Fortunately, such pain does not fall on Su Guangchen.
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