"It turns out that my love for you is a heavy burden for you..." The man frowned at the somewhat hysterical Hongqing.
Hongqing gritted her teeth, "I don't need your love, do you think you are great and I am useless? Hongxu, I tell you, I am stronger than you, even if it is the throne I can still win from you, and No need for your self-righteous concession!"
The man's expression was complicated. After watching Hongqing for a long time, he suddenly turned around and walked forward without saying a word.
"Stop—" Hongqing shouted angrily.
The man stopped and sighed almost inaudibly, "It is easy to fight the country and it is difficult to defend the country. Even if you can win the throne from me, it will not explain much. If you want to prove that you are better than me, let me take a good look. Your ability to reign, otherwise, in my eyes, you will always be just a child who needs my protection and will never grow up!"
Hongqing stared blankly at the man who was going away, and when he recovered, he shouted, "Just wait and see, Hongqing must be better than you—"
His Royal Highness Proton
Chapter words: 1368 Update time: 10-05-10 20:30
There was drizzle in the sky, and the cool twilight breeze fell on the ground together with raindrops, and the uneven alleys were icy and cold, and there were countless broken puddles.
The boy lay motionless on the icy Ch_ao wet ground and let the rain wet his whole body. The blood stains fainted in front of his clothes dyed the water under him in the direction of the water flow.
This palm hurt not only his body, but also his heart!
Thinking of the dazzling red and the eyes of the couple looking at each other, the boy's heart was dripping with scorching blood again.
He clearly said that he loved me, but why did he cut off our fetters so easily
Wei Chen, your love for me is so fragile that it can't stand the test!
Tears fell together with rain. The young man didn't know how long he had been lying here. He only knew that his body was getting colder and his vision gradually blurred. Before falling into darkness, he seemed to see a pair of pitying eyes.
His drowsy sleep was filled with countless fragmented images. He was immobile and plunged into the dark quagmire, half of fire and half of ice, tightly wrapping him.
He opened his heavy eyelids weakly, and aimed at the old roof beams and the old man's kind face.
"Young man, after all, you still shouldn't die. The world's cause and effect are determined by heaven. Why shouldn't you be so obsessed with it if you can't change it? Look a little wider at everything!" The old man squinted his short beard and said.
"Are you a monk?" the boy asked in a dumb voice.
The old man shook his head.
"Taoist priest?"
The old man shook his head again.
"However, no matter who you are, take me away." The boy's eyes were calm.
The old man smiled and stroked his beard, "Okay, the old man just lacks an apprentice who can inherit his mantle. If so, you can follow the old man!"
Once the young man left, it was twenty-one years.
Twenty-one years is enough time for him to forget many things, but why is it so easy that a man’s babbling call can involve the long-distance memory again
"Jiqing!" The man's infinite ecstasy but incredible expression made him dazed, "I thought I would never see each other again in this life!"
The man locked him tightly in his arms, as if afraid that he would disappear silently again.
"Jiqing, I was wrong, can you forgive me? Let's start again, we'll start again." The man said.
He is perplexed, come over again? Is it really possible to start all over again? Oh, if he can start all over again, then why bother to escape for twenty-one years? There are not many twenty-one years in his life to squander!
So he coldly interrupted the man's words: "Come over? Do you think time can be reversed?"
The man was stunned, but he was still entangled. Compared to the straightforward, upright, stupid, and loyal young man 21 years ago, the person in front of him also acted regardless of death and begging.
"Jiqing..."
"Jiqing..."
"Jiqing..."
…
The man walked around tirelessly, see
Sewing needles to please.
He would not forgive him so easily, he was determined in his heart. However, when he saw the assassin throw the hidden weapon at him, he threw the man to the ground without even thinking about it. The man panicked and asked him if he was injured. He looked sideways at the one embedded in his left arm. Three silver needles as thin as cow hair were pulled out by hand, and the needles were slightly bluish.
"Broken Soul"!
His heart felt cold and he saw the poison of blood sealing his throat, but because he had not taken the various pills given by the master and his body was different from ordinary people, he would not immediately die from the poison. At this time, he was very fortunate. Fortunately, he was recruited. He is not the person beside him!
Although "Broken Soul" is highly poisonous, it is not without medicine. It is just that it takes at least four seasons to complete the antidote, and he can't wait until that moment!
At the moment when his consciousness disappeared, he suddenly smiled contentedly, because at the moment he left, this man was by his side!
But, sorry...
His Royal Highness Proton Extra Story Wei Chen
Chapter words: 3205 Update time: 10-05-13 09:08
The day is thinning, and hundreds of birds return to their nests.
It will be late, and if they can't get over this mountain before it gets dark, they will have to sleep in the wild again. He is not afraid of sleeping outdoors, but he is afraid of wronging the people in the carriage!
The mountain road is winding and winding, the road is bumpy and bumpy, and the car swaying from the left to the right due to the bumps of the wheels on the upper side. The man driving the car had to slow down and drive the horses carefully.
The sky was completely dark, and they were able to walk to the foot of the mountain. There was still a distance from the next small town, and it was not advisable to rush forward with the dark lights.
The man sighed slightly, but fortunately there was a deserted temple in front of him. Although the doors and windows were dilapidated, it was better than sleeping and sleeping.
The man drove the carriage to the ruined temple, and the man went around the temple first. It was nothing unusual. There was still a pile of firewood and ashes on the ground, which should have been left by a passerby. The man cleaned the ground briefly, picked up the straw in the corner to spread a layer, and started a fire. Then he walked out and pulled the door of the car. The inside of the car was much warmer than the outside. The man got in and carefully connected the people inside. The belt was wrapped and hugged into the temple.
The fire was already burning, and the man sat on the straw with the person in his arms. The person in the middle looked pale and described as thin. If it weren't for a slightly faint sniff, at first glance, he thought he was already a corpse.
The man took out a vial from his clothes, pulled out the cork, poured out a pill, and fed it into his mouth.
"Jiqing, the world is so big, I believe there will be a genius doctor who can cure you!" The man murmured, stroking his eyebrows.
This man is Wei Chen! He has left Beiling with Jiqing, and now it has been more than half a year. In more than half a year, he has visited countless famous doctors in the world, but they are helpless in the face of Jiqing who is not awake. This made Wei Chen both anxious and annoyed. He was extremely anxious about the situation, and he was annoyed that no one could heal the world!
"Tomorrow we will go to the Western Regions. I heard that there is a genius doctor who can cure the disease, Jiqing, don't be afraid, I will definitely make you better!" The sleeping person is extremely docile at this time, and the sharpness of the past is gone. Nothing exists, but Wei Chen looked worried for a while. He hugged the person in his arms tightly, letting the pain in his heart burn his whole body fiercely. The turbulent life made him haggard, his beard was long, there was no time to shave, his hair was messed up, he was tied into a random ball, his burly figure was about to be bent into shape by repeated disappointments, if it weren’t for a thought in his mind Supporting him, he felt that he would fall down the next moment.
The firewood was burning cracklingly, and the beating flame threw the two closely adjoining figures onto the mud wall behind them.
In the middle of the night, Wei Chen suddenly awoke, he carefully guarded Jiqing in his arms and gently held the sword beside him.
I don’t know when it started raining lightly outside, the sky was densely covered with dark clouds, and there were no stars, Wei Chenjing