After Qinghe calmed down a bit, Bo Liuzhi pushed her away slightly.

Looking at her slightly red and swollen eyes, he said slowly, "Qinghe, my mother has something to tell you..."

"What?" Qinghe sniffed and asked.

Bo Liuzhi frowned, glanced at Si Tianjin who was standing aside, and squeezed Qinghe's hand tightly, "Follow me..."

Qinghe was stunned for a moment, looking at her solemn and solemn face, his heart dropped slightly.

He pursed his lips and nodded.

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In front of Qingyun Palace, Qinghe looked blankly at Bo Liuzhi who suddenly stopped.

Bo Liuzhi sighed and turned his eyes aside, "Go in."

"..." Qinghe was full of suspicion and looked back at the people following her. Their faces were all solemn.

My heartbeat skipped a beat.

A bad premonition suddenly came into his mind. Qinghe suddenly tightened his skirt and ran into Qingyun Palace.

The familiar palace door slowly opened under her palm.

The layers of gauze leading to the collapsed room rustled and danced, and the faint scent of herbs was wrapped in the wind and blew into every cell of her body.

Eyes are inexplicably dry.

Qinghe walked in step by step, lifting up the gauze with her fingertips, trembling slightly, layer by layer, it actually made her fingertips ache.

Standing in front of the last layer of tulle, her fingertips were already stiff.

Because through the gauze, she saw the face of the person lying quietly on the couch. Even though it was blurry, it was so familiar.

Memories swept through her mind like a whirlwind, and she seemed to have returned to ten years ago.

Every day that man stayed in Qingyun Palace.

g, his face looks pale.

It was as if he would leave her at any time.

The gasping breath pressed in the chest was messy, broken and rapid, as if it had been hit by a big wave.

Qinghe opened his lips slightly and extended his fingers, reluctant to lift the last layer of gauze.

A drowning smile.

Qinghe's heart was hit hard. This blow almost made her want to die from the pain.

"If you don't come in, Brother Jue, I will arrest you..." It took him a long time to finish one sentence.

Qinghe bit his lip, crystal tears swirling in his eyes.

There was a rustling sound in her ears, and she saw him struggling to hold himself up, but fell down unexpectedly. She could even see the sweat beads and winding veins on his forehead.

Qinghe's heart ached, his tightly pursed lips trembled and twitched, and tears forced their way back into his eyes.

Watching with cold eyes, he tried to get up, but then fell down in embarrassment.

She knew that he had a bad temper, was irritable and impatient.

But this time, he was not angry or discouraged at all, and repeated this action over and over again.

G-pillar, sat up.

Along the g edge, his face turned red, and the redness in his eyes almost overflowed.

But he smiled at her, so comfortable and cheerful.

He stood up slowly, his long and powerful body wrapped in white pajamas. He walked slowly, even without wearing his boots, and walked towards her.

When he takes a step, he has to stop for a moment, which is so laborious.

Watching him getting closer and closer, he opened the gauze curtain, his handsome pale face was dripping with sweat, and his beautiful black pupils were as bright as stars, lightly imprinting on her face.

Qinghe's tears couldn't stop falling anymore.

Si Jue's eyes flashed with distress, but anxiety flashed across his cheeks. His footsteps hurriedly fell towards her, but he didn't expect that his whole body fell straight up.

His knees hit the ground hard, and he lay awkwardly at Qinghe's feet.

Qinghe cried out and hurriedly knelt down and hugged his body to help him up.

He was heavy and bulky, and he had exhausted all his strength because he had just gotten up and walked in front of him.

Qinghe supported him extra hard.

But she tried her best and couldn't help him up.

She burst into tears, clutching his collar tightly and resting her head on his chest. Her voice was broken and heartbreaking.

Si Jue's heart ached, and his pale face became even more pale.

The tendons on both sides of his temples twitched and bulged fiercely, and red threads appeared in his deep-set pupils. He lowered his eyes and stared at the little woman crying bitterly on his chest.

Junyi's cheeks were tense, but the corners of his mouth were slightly open. He stretched out his hand, gently hugged her body, and kissed her hair.

His eyes were red, "Fool, why are you crying? Shouldn't you be happy to see Brother Jue here?"

Qinghe shook his head, she was not a fool.

Before returning to the palace today, she thought she was about to have a "tough battle" to fight.

Even if it's not tragic, it's still not going to be too smooth.

But, it went so smoothly.

Zhang Quling did not question him. Her father, the emperor, and her mother even indulged her. From the solemn expressions on everyone's faces when they sent her into the Qingyun Palace, she vaguely guessed that something might have happened before she came back.

Something that could relieve her of her predicament and save her from blame.

The moment she saw him lying silently on the couch, she knew that the reason why she was forgiven and tolerated by everyone so smoothly was because someone took all the blame on her behalf and shouldered all the burdens for her. responsibility.

Si Jue frowned, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead in large drops.

He took a deep breath, hugged her and sat on the ground.

After taking several more breaths, he held her hair and said softly, "Little kitten, no one can stop us from being together."

Qinghe's tears fell even harder and he was so choked that he couldn't speak.

Biting her lips, she slowly raised her head from his chest and looked at his pale cheeks with tears in her eyes.

Those gleaming red lips had lost their color and turned pale.

Qing He's throat was filled with sadness, and her fingertips touched his lips with trembling fingers. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

Si Jue gently grabbed her hand and kissed her gently, "You no longer have to blame yourself. Brother Jue is here for everything."

"..." A low moan escaped from Qinghe's lips, which trembled violently, "Tell, tell me, Fa, what happened...Tell me, tell me?"

She frowned sadly, held his face with trembling palms, and asked in a low voice.

She felt his pulse, which was weak and almost just letting out a breath.

If there is no external injury, then it is internal injury.

Internal injuries, where are they?

Qinghe was in a panic, and his heart ached so much that it felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece.

A mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat, Si Jue tightened his lips, sweat dropped from his forehead like rain, and his eyes blinked as if tolerantly.

He grabbed Qinghe's hand tightly, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

His cheeks twitched uncomfortably, but he smiled, "Little kitten, Brother Jue really wants to tell you, but now, let Brother Jue sleep for a while..."

Qinghe's heart tightened and his body shook violently.

Her lips stood still, and bitter tears poured into her lips, blocking her throat.

She felt that the hands holding her were slowly letting go.

His cheeks and heart were trembling, and Qinghe cried out in a low voice, intermittently, holding back but unable to hold back.

Her hands were too weak to hold him, so he slipped from her body and fell in front of her.

The blood on his lips was like a small river, flowing from her shoulders to the skirt of her chest, dyeing her red dress deeper.

There is a fragile string in my mind that is very tight.

Just use a little more force and it will explode.

She trembled her hands and slowly stretched them to his nose...

Her body suddenly stiffened, and she kept this movement for a long time, and finally cried out...

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One month later.
To be continued...