Chapter 1493: 1493
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In case that person is mixed in the guard, when it's his turn to guard at the door, he suddenly breaks into the bedroom and moves his hand to Mo Lingyuan, who is unconscious of the injury on the bed. The consequences are unimaginable...
"it's very late, young lady. You haven't had a rest several nights. Go to have a rest while it's still dark. I'll send someone to inform you when the people of Lingyun gate come." Seeing that Duan Changyu's makeup has been removed by bao'er, Mu Qing bid farewell to Chu Yunyao and took Duan Changyu away.
Bao'er didn't sleep for several days and nights, and her eyes turned red.
Chu Yunyao urged her to have a rest. She blew out the light and slowly went to the bed. She lay down beside Mo Lingyuan.
Bao'er stood at the door of the bedroom and waited silently for a moment. Seeing that the lights went out and the sound of his steps became quiet, he turned around and made a bed on the low couch outside. He burned a brazier and lay down to sleep.
Chu Yunyao, leaning sideways, holds Mo Lingyuan's hand in the quilt, and her fingertips pass through his bandaged palm.
She closed her eyes, leaned to his ear and said in a soft voice: "Lingyuan, wake up quickly, OK? Even if it's for me, why don't you wake up quickly? "
Mo Lingyuan's breathing was weak and even.
Chu Yunyao's forehead against his shoulder, chest like a heavy stone, pressure of her breath.
Want to shout out, but the throat can only overflow hoarse broken sound.
Want to cry out, but the eyes dry to pain, but no tears.
People in the most sad time, is silent, is like a dead heart, can not revive.
All futile behavior seems superfluous.
Chu Yunyao didn't know when she had a dream. She didn't know whether she had fallen asleep or not. Her mind was full of real dreams.
She seemed to see the gunpowder exploding beside him, and saw him lying on the ground with blood and flesh...
"Miss, miss." Chu Yunyao was awakened by bao'er's urgent cry.
She opened her eyes as if there were still a lot of blood in front of her eyes.
Bao'er waved her hand in front of her eyes and pinched her face. Then Chu Yunyao's chaotic vision gradually returned to focus and saw the person in front of her.
Chu Yunyao touched the pinched cheek, looked at the disheveled baby and asked, "baby, what's the matter?"
Bao'er's dark eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist. She leaned over, took out a purse from her arms and put it into Chu Yunyao's hand: "Miss, you have a nightmare. You've been yelling and yelling in it all the time.
This purse is given to me by you. You can put it on the pillow or hold it in your hand. Don't be haunted any more. "
Bao'er wiped the sweat on her forehead with her cuff and touched her back again: "Miss, your clothes are all wet. Get up and change one to sleep again."
Chu Yunyao looked at the bright color coming in through the window and sat up with her arms. She wiped the sweat on her face from the dream. "When is it?"
"At the beginning of Mao Dynasty." Baoer turned out a white inner garment and put it on Chu Yunyao: "Miss, you can sleep a little longer."
After bao'er left, Chu Yunyao lay down again. She felt that her head was getting more and more painful, and her forehead veins were beating restlessly, where she was half sleepy.
Tossing and turning, those scenes in the dream are printed in her mind like substance.
Chu Yunyao simply sat up, lit the lamp, looked at the thick piles of documents piled up on the desk because of the backlog, took up her pen, and commented on the things she could do one by one in imitation of Mo Lingyuan's handwriting...
in this way, Chu Yunyao's writing style was different from that of Mo Lingyuan's www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
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In case that person is mixed in the guard, when it's his turn to guard at the door, he suddenly breaks into the bedroom and moves his hand to Mo Lingyuan, who is unconscious of the injury on the bed. The consequences are unimaginable...
"it's very late, young lady. You haven't had a rest several nights. Go to have a rest while it's still dark. I'll send someone to inform you when the people of Lingyun gate come." Seeing that Duan Changyu's makeup has been removed by bao'er, Mu Qing bid farewell to Chu Yunyao and took Duan Changyu away.
Bao'er didn't sleep for several days and nights, and her eyes turned red.
Chu Yunyao urged her to have a rest. She blew out the light and slowly went to the bed. She lay down beside Mo Lingyuan.
Bao'er stood at the door of the bedroom and waited silently for a moment. Seeing that the lights went out and the sound of his steps became quiet, he turned around and made a bed on the low couch outside. He burned a brazier and lay down to sleep.
Chu Yunyao, leaning sideways, holds Mo Lingyuan's hand in the quilt, and her fingertips pass through his bandaged palm.
She closed her eyes, leaned to his ear and said in a soft voice: "Lingyuan, wake up quickly, OK? Even if it's for me, why don't you wake up quickly? "
Mo Lingyuan's breathing was weak and even.
Chu Yunyao's forehead against his shoulder, chest like a heavy stone, pressure of her breath.
Want to shout out, but the throat can only overflow hoarse broken sound.
Want to cry out, but the eyes dry to pain, but no tears.
People in the most sad time, is silent, is like a dead heart, can not revive.
All futile behavior seems superfluous.
Chu Yunyao didn't know when she had a dream. She didn't know whether she had fallen asleep or not. Her mind was full of real dreams.
She seemed to see the gunpowder exploding beside him, and saw him lying on the ground with blood and flesh...
"Miss, miss." Chu Yunyao was awakened by bao'er's urgent cry.
She opened her eyes as if there were still a lot of blood in front of her eyes.
Bao'er waved her hand in front of her eyes and pinched her face. Then Chu Yunyao's chaotic vision gradually returned to focus and saw the person in front of her.
Chu Yunyao touched the pinched cheek, looked at the disheveled baby and asked, "baby, what's the matter?"
Bao'er's dark eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist. She leaned over, took out a purse from her arms and put it into Chu Yunyao's hand: "Miss, you have a nightmare. You've been yelling and yelling in it all the time.
This purse is given to me by you. You can put it on the pillow or hold it in your hand. Don't be haunted any more. "
Bao'er wiped the sweat on her forehead with her cuff and touched her back again: "Miss, your clothes are all wet. Get up and change one to sleep again."
Chu Yunyao looked at the bright color coming in through the window and sat up with her arms. She wiped the sweat on her face from the dream. "When is it?"
"At the beginning of Mao Dynasty." Baoer turned out a white inner garment and put it on Chu Yunyao: "Miss, you can sleep a little longer."
After bao'er left, Chu Yunyao lay down again. She felt that her head was getting more and more painful, and her forehead veins were beating restlessly, where she was half sleepy.
Tossing and turning, those scenes in the dream are printed in her mind like substance.
Chu Yunyao simply sat up, lit the lamp, looked at the thick piles of documents piled up on the desk because of the backlog, took up her pen, and commented on the things she could do one by one in imitation of Mo Lingyuan's handwriting...
in this way, Chu Yunyao's writing style was different from that of Mo Lingyuan's www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
In case that person is mixed in the guard, when it's his turn to guard at the door, he suddenly breaks into the bedroom and moves his hand to Mo Lingyuan, who is unconscious of the injury on the bed. The consequences are unimaginable... "it's very late, young lady. You haven't had a rest several nights. Go to have a rest while it's still dark. I'll send someone to inform you when the people of Lingyun gate come." Seeing that Duan Changyu's makeup has been removed by bao'er, Mu Qing bid farewell to Chu Yunyao and took Duan Changyu away. Bao'er didn't sleep for several days and nights, and her eyes turned red. Chu Yunyao urged her to have a rest. She blew out the light and slowly went to the bed. She lay down beside Mo Lingyuan. Bao'er stood at the door of the bedroom and waited silently for a moment. Seeing that the lights went out and the sound of his steps became quiet, he turned around and made a bed on the low couch outside. He burned a brazier and lay down to sleep. Chu Yunyao, leaning sideways, holds Mo Lingyuan's hand in the quilt, and her fingertips pass through his bandaged palm. She closed her eyes, leaned to his ear and said in a soft voice: "Lingyuan, wake up quickly, OK? Even if it's for me, why don't you wake up quickly? " Mo Lingyuan's breathing was weak and even. Chu Yunyao's forehead against his shoulder, chest like a heavy stone, pressure of her breath. Want to shout out, but the throat can only overflow hoarse broken sound. Want to cry out, but the eyes dry to pain, but no tears. People in the most sad time, is silent, is like a dead heart, can not revive. All futile behavior seems superfluous. Chu Yunyao didn't know when she had a dream. She didn't know whether she had fallen asleep or not. Her mind was full of real dreams. She seemed to see the gunpowder exploding beside him, and saw him lying on the ground with blood and flesh... "Miss, miss." Chu Yunyao was awakened by bao'er's urgent cry. She opened her eyes as if there were still a lot of blood in front of her eyes. Bao'er waved her hand in front of her eyes and pinched her face. Then Chu Yunyao's chaotic vision gradually returned to focus and saw the person in front of her. Chu Yunyao touched the pinched cheek, looked at the disheveled baby and asked, "baby, what's the matter?" Bao'er's dark eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist. She leaned over, took out a purse from her arms and put it into Chu Yunyao's hand: "Miss, you have a nightmare. You've been yelling and yelling in it all the time. This purse is given to me by you. You can put it on the pillow or hold it in your hand. Don't be haunted any more. " Bao'er wiped the sweat on her forehead with her cuff and touched her back again: "Miss, your clothes are all wet. Get up and change one to sleep again." Chu Yunyao looked at the bright color coming in through the window and sat up with her arms. She wiped the sweat on her face from the dream. "When is it?" "At the beginning of Mao Dynasty." Baoer turned out a white inner garment and put it on Chu Yunyao: "Miss, you can sleep a little longer." After bao'er left, Chu Yunyao lay down again. She felt that her head was getting more and more painful, and her forehead veins were beating restlessly, where she was half sleepy. Tossing and turning, those scenes in the dream are printed in her mind like substance. Chu Yunyao simply sat up, lit the lamp, looked at the thick piles of documents piled up on the desk because of the backlog, took up her pen, and commented on the things she could do one by one in imitation of Mo Lingyuan's handwriting... in this way, Chu Yunyao's writing style was different from that of Mo Lingyuan's www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
