"Chacha—" The next second, a harsh sound sounded.
It seemed to be the sound of porcelain slag being stepped on. And this sound is getting closer and closer.
In an instant, a bloody smell hit her nostrils, and she was pulled into a warm embrace at this moment.
It was a kind of embrace that exhausted all the strength and fell into a suffocating place.
The paranoid man is unwilling to let her go even if he dies...
Luo Qingchen closed her eyes, feeling her breathing stagnant and her nose sore, and she shed tears at this moment.
"I'm sorry..." She bit her lip, took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry..."
She should say sorry. No matter it was the original owner or she, Feng Sizui was apologetic.
Feng Sizui stiffened, his heart seemed to slow down for half a beat, and a deep voice sounded in his ears: "What did you say?"
"Feng Si Zui, I will not leave, never leave." She bit her lip and said what she wanted to say most in her heart.
Ding—The hatred value is reduced by 20 (currently zero), and the mission completion rate is 70%.
He doesn't seem to hate her anymore. As long as she doesn't leave, he won't hate her.
Why is his request... so humble!
Silence, silence, a dead silence.
Until the palace maid outside the door loudly said: "Queen, I have brought you hangover tea and millet porridge."
"Well..." Luo Qingchen said softly: "Come in! Hold the lamp by the way."
When a cool candlelight dazzled her eyes, she was about to raise her hands to cover it, but she was frightened by a exclamation and her eyes widened.
"ah---"
"Ding dong—"
After a scream, the hangover tea and millet porridge fell to the ground at the same time and scattered all over the floor.
Luo Qingchen wrinkled and looked in the direction of their gazes, and saw a pair of bloody feet.
In front of him was a large fragment of a wine jar, which was dark red and covered with blood...
"Feng Si Zui!" Luo Qingchen almost blurted out these three words. The man holding him tightly didn't care at all about the exclamations around him, but continued to gently say two words in her ear: "I'm here."
At this moment, she really wanted to cry in his arms and tell him not to feel sad anymore!
Really, really, I can’t be heartbroken anymore!
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An hour later, the imperial doctor finished bandaging the soles of his feet. There was probably a lot of blood, and his face looked a little pale.
"Although no bones were injured, the blood was excessive. You must not touch the wound in the next few days!"
"Yeah." He responded lightly, with an unconcealable smile on his lips.
At this moment, there was an unconcealable joy in his heart.
"Old minister, please retire first!" The imperial doctor glanced at Luo Qingchen and said one more thing: "Please take good care of the emperor, the empress!"
There is no airtight wall in this world. It seems that many people in the palace knew about her meeting with Feng Xingyue today.
The imperial physician would probably feel sorry for Feng Sizui. Actually, she can understand.
"Don't worry, I will take care of it." She nodded gently, her eyebrows looking serious.
Several maids brought the newly cooked millet porridge and cleaned up all the ceramic shards on the ground.
Feng Sizui waved his hand and said, "You all can go down."
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, then saluted and said, "Minions, please leave."
The door of Wuji Hall was gently closed. At this time, she and Feng Sizui were the only two people in the entire hall.
The surroundings were quiet... She seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat. (To be continued)