Once Jane Qiao has made a certain determination, she will definitely do it.
Except for eating and drinking, he basically sleeps the rest of the time. His breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the heaving of his chest was almost invisible. This made his servant tremble with fear every time, lest he should die silently, so he stretched out his hand tremblingly to sniff him.
Queen Mo An often came to see him, and her face became more dignified every time she left.
Jian Qiao was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, but his face was still so beautiful.
This kind of beauty is a kind of frozen, dead beauty that is about to wither. The life cycle of flowers is often short, which is their destiny.
Jane Joe is no exception. Most people like him don't live long.
Queen Mo An waits every day for Jian Qiao's servant to send the news that he is dead into the palace. But miraculously, he survived day after day. He was lying on the bed, sunk in the thick quilt, almost breathless and looked like a living dead.
But every morning, when the mist dissipated and the sky light entered the window, he would open his eyes with difficulty and ask, "Has Lei Zhe been back today?"
On a negative answer, he closes his eyes and does not wake up for the rest of the day. The servant could only squeeze his jaw and pour the porridge and potion into it.
Every day in the past, he would suffer from insomnia and nightmares. Sleeping was his greatest fear. But now, he can sleep as long as he wants to. He finally got over his deepest fear, only to fall into a deeper fear.
He was afraid of losing Razer.
He was like a weak spark, buried in deep, deep ashes, which made him despair, but also kept his residual heat from dissipating.
Even Queen Mo An was shocked by his tenacity.
He seems to be alive only to wait for Razer.
Gradually, Queen Mo An's hatred for him faded away. Such a person who loves without knowing it, she will only pity him.
One day before the winter came, Jane Qiao's servant rushed into the hotel like a whirlwind, knelt beside the bed with a plop, and said breathlessly: "Master, wake up, Lord Leizhe is back! Master, wake up! You wait. People are back! Glory wins!"
It was almost dusk at this time, and it was the time of the devil.
Jian Qiao's consciousness had already fallen into the dark abyss and never woke up. He only wakes up for a moment every morning when the sun is shining, and with his dry and cracked lips, asks Lei Zhe's news. His already exhausted vitality must be saved and saved in order to sustain it all the time.
He knew that the longer he was awake, the shorter the time he lived, and he would not be able to wait for Lei Zhe.
His eyelashes trembled, but he finally returned to calm.
The footman shouted several times but failed to wake him up, so he gave up.
That night, a carriage slowly parked at the door of the hotel. Then, an unusually tall man jumped out of the car, went around to the side of the hotel, raised his hand and grabbed the pipe, as if he wanted to climb up. But just after he took two steps, he frowned, showing an uncomfortable expression.
"Let the innkeeper take you up. You are all wounded." An old voice came from the carriage.
The man agreed, and then walked to the candlelit window, revealing a handsome face, it was Lei Zhe.
He came back, his hair wet against his forehead, apparently just after a bath, and wrapped in thick gauze.
"The doctor told you not to take a bath, but you want to. The wound may fester if it touches the water." The old duke stuck his head out of the car window with a worried expression.
Both father and son were alive, and they fought victoriously, but Prince Andrew, who had wanted to make a fortune, died instead.
"If you don't take a bath, you will smell blood." Lei Zhe knocked on the door of the hotel.
"Why didn't I know that you were obsessed with cleanliness?" the old duke asked in surprise.
Lei Zhe continued to knock on the door, but did not answer.
The old duke looked at the balcony on the third floor and said clearly, "Is he a clean freak?"
Lei Zhe still didn't answer, he followed behind the shopkeeper and went to the ground lightly. After the triumph, he did not return to the Duke's Mansion, nor went to the military camp to congratulate the soldiers, nor did he enter the palace to see Queen Mo An, but instead rushed to the hotel in a hurry.
It was self-evident who was hiding in his heart.
The old duke shook his head and sighed into the misty white air against the early winter drizzle.
The two footmen quietly helped Lei Zhe open the door. They originally wanted to light the candles, but were stopped by Lei Zhe.
Darkness enveloped the entire room, and also covered up Lei Zhe's whereabouts. He didn't want his suddenness to irritate Jane Qiao. A patrolling team passed by on the street outside, and the light of the torch shone in from the window, allowing Lei Zhe to see what Jian Qiao looked like at the moment.
The man was lying in the quilt, and was so thin that he had almost no breath.
Lei Zhe stood by the bed and stared at Jian Qiao, his breathing gradually became heavier. He was excited and scared. Even in the swamp, facing death every minute, he had never been so afraid.
He seemed to see the scythe of the god of death hanging over Jane Joe's head. This man is so sick!
Lei Zhe covered his aching heart and tried his best to adjust his breathing. He was afraid to wake the person up, and then see the expression of resistance or even disgust on the other's face.
Jane Joe needs sleep, treatment, energy, and peace, and the only thing he doesn't need is this suitor who makes him nauseous to the point of vomiting.
Excessive emotion would kill him. Now he is like a transparent spider silk hanging under the eaves, and a little bit of wind can blow him off.
This thought made Lei Zhe dare not make a sound. He moved a chair to the side of the bed, sat down silently, and stared greedily at Jian Qiao's face with deep eyes.
The man became thinner, and his skin was as white as translucent, and he was almost completely sunk under the quilt.
But he is still so beautiful.
To Lei Zhe, Jane Qiao is like a bright moon in the sky, which can be heard and seen, but can never be touched.
Lei Zhe couldn't take his eyes off Jian Qiao's face for a second. The months of separation and all the hardships he encountered failed to make him give up on this relationship, but it deepened.
"I only survived because of you, so I'm sorry, I can never give up my love for you." He explained the reason in a low voice.
"When I was lost in the endless wasteland, all I could think of was your figure. I told myself that every step I took, Jane Joe would be one point closer to you, so I must not give up. So I took one step and another One step, every time I fall, I will get up and continue to move forward. Your face is always hanging in front of my eyes."
Lei Zhe stretched out his arm, hung his gauze-wrapped hand on the back of Jian Qiao's hand, pretended to hold the other person, and continued: "So I really walked out of the wasteland. I kept walking in your direction, When I crossed a mountain, I saw a magnificent sea in front of me. At that time, I remembered again that I promised to take you to see the seascape. You once hugged me tightly and said in a very serious tone that I am your most magnificent scenery. . Because of these precious memories, I survived. You are also the most beautiful scenery in my heart."
Lei Zhe put down his dangling hand, took Jian Qiao's hand lightly and gently, and then lowered his head, wanting to kiss the back of his snow-white hand.
However, when his lips were about to touch Jian Qiao's skin, Lei Zhe stopped. He put the hand back gently and covered it with the quilt.
He thought of the stubble on his face, which would hurt Jane Qiao's delicate skin.
So Lei Zhe could only touch Jian Qiao's face carefully, and said in a hoarse voice: "I promised to hold you tightly until you let me go. You need security, and I will give you security, you If you want to be happy, I will give you happiness.
"You want to open the store to every corner of Glory, and I will help you do it in the future. I will give you what you want. You told me that day to never see each other, then I will never Goodbye. So wake up and don't be afraid I'll keep pestering. You're alive and you're in the same land as me, and that's the best thing for me."
He retracted his hand, twisted his fingertips reluctantly, and said slowly, "Goodbye, my dearest."
He leaned forward, stared greedily at the pale face, then lightly moistened his parched lips with a cotton swab soaked in water, and left silently.
After he left, Jian Qiao's eyelashes began to vibrate violently, as if he was about to wake up. After a while, he opened his eyes forcefully, and there was no heavy fog in his pupils, only twinkling tears.
He turned his head with difficulty and looked out the window, where there was the sound of wheels rolling. The person he wanted to see was farther and farther away.
"Leizhe." He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
"Why did you come down so quickly?" The old duke was very surprised.
"I don't want to wake him up, I'm afraid he'll be annoying when he sees me." Lei Zhe's voice was full of forbearance and depression.
"It turns out that there are people in this world that you can't get." The old duke joked, but the palm of his palm patted his son's shoulder hard.
The father and son have reconciled after the ordeal. Without the persistent search of the old duke, Lei Zhe might not be able to wait for rescue.
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The next day, Jane Qiao woke up as usual when the light appeared.
The two male servants rushed to the bedside and said cheerfully, "Lord Lei Zhe is back! He is still alive! We have won this battle!"
"I know." Jane Joe was very calm. He licked his dry lips, and suddenly said something irrelevant: "Give me a mirror."
Two footmen: "..."
After a while, Jane Joe got a mirror.
He turned his head from side to side and looked at the man with sunken cheeks in the mirror, his tone full of self-deprecation: "So ugly."
Two footmen: "..." Is it time to look in the mirror? Can't you be happy that the good news you've been waiting for so long has finally arrived
Jane Qiao turned her head away, refused to look at herself in the mirror again, and breathed out the second sentence: "I want to eat, get me more broth."
He can survive on just a little porridge and water every day, and he has an unprecedented appetite.
The two servants were overjoyed and hurried to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Jane Qiao leaned back on the soft pillow and let out a light breath. With just a little movement, he was already exhausted.
"I have to get better soon, eat more food and grow meat, so that I will look good."
As for how to look good, he didn't say. However, he didn't know what to think, but the corner of his mouth was pulled into a smile full of anticipation.
Lei Zhe's safe return is like a rain in the desert to Jane Qiao.
The desert is not barren and dead, and many invisible creatures are hidden in the long yellow sand. After a rain, only overnight, there will be green grass, flowers of all colors, and even lakes and schools of fish.
Jane Qiao had seen the desert after the rain. The tenacious and surging vitality shocked him and made him long for it. Right now, however, he felt the same vitality in his body. He began to take root and sprout like a seed full of water.
His face was getting ruddy day by day, and he was slowly able to get out of bed and walk.
Lei Zhe, on the other hand, seemed to have disappeared and never came to visit. He only asked the housekeeper to deliver some valuable medicinal materials and food every day, and dispatched many doctors.
The footman often lamented his ruthlessness, but Jane Qiao knew it wasn't like that.
It's not that Lei Zhe doesn't want to come, but he doesn't dare to come.
When Jian Qiao's face finally regained its former beauty and brilliance, he received more than a dozen challenge letters one after another. Somehow, the most famous knights in the Totes continent ran to Grande and asked him to duel, and all of them were ready to fight in person.
According to the law, Jane Qiao must also fight in person.
For him, who was just recovering from a serious illness, this was tantamount to dying. Of course, even if he is very healthy, he can't survive this wheel battle, and he doesn't know anything about swordsmanship.
Jane Qiao: "..." My retribution hasn't passed yet