I looked at him, and he looked at me too.

The two of them didn't say anything, but it was clearly a tug-of-war. He was so leisurely that I thought so much that I watched the heat emitted by the bowl of medicine dissipate bit by bit.

I don't know how long I reached out and picked up the bowl. Almost immediately, a smile appeared on his face, reflecting the sunshine, and he felt the illusion of spring flowers blooming. He even reached out to drag the chair and moved directly to me.

I frowned and looked at him.

"Your Majesty will not bite the spoon again this time, will you?"

"No! That's a kid's trick."

“…”

I pursed my lips, scooped up a spoonful of soup and sent it to his mouth. He was suddenly frightened by me, but he did not open his mouth, but retreated a little: "Don't you blow it?"

“It’s been cooler.”

“…”

He looked at me, looked down at the medicine soup that was not steaming much, and said nothing, and opened his mouth.

He drank very slowly. He obviously felt bitter and hard to treat the potion when smelled it, but he seemed to taste fragrant tea, slowly savoring it. I knew what he meant, and didn't urge him. If he wanted to drink it, I would feed him spoonful by spoonful.

Finally, even if the two of them had nothing to say, they had something to do.

However, when he was fed spoonful of spoonfuls, he had to drink all the medicine in a short while, and he drank it slower and slower. It was not like he was tasting tea, but more like he was aftertaste. However, as time passed by little by little, the silence became abruptly a little bit.

I remembered Miaoyan's condition, and while scooping up the soup, I lowered my head and said softly: "Your Majesty, there is one thing that the civilian girl wants to say. The civilian girl mentioned before, about the protector of the country."

He took a sip of the medicine and looked at me, then swallowed it, and said, "I want to tell you too. The Master of the Guru came to me and talked to me about Miaoyan's disease."

My heart moved and I looked up at him: "What?"

"The mage said that she still needs to practice the last soul-suming method to heal."

"That--"

My heartbeat was a little more intense than before.

"Then your Majesty, please invite the country-protecting master to come and perform another method of summoning souls for her."

Pei Yuanhao was silent for a moment, then looked at me: "Do you think Miaoyan still needs what she is now?"

“…”

This time, I don't say anything.

In fact, in my opinion, except for many of her past memories, Miaoyan is a little blurred and can’t even remember it at all. However, her other behavioral abilities are almost the same as those of ordinary peers. At this time, no one will think that she is a child with physical absent-mindedness.

From this point of view, the last method of summoning souls does not seem to have much impact.

But this is just to put it simply. After all, as long as the disease has not been cured, it is like burying a disaster, and no one knows what impact it will have on her in the future. For Miaoyan, I still hope that everything will go smoothly.

So, Pei Yuanhao's words made me hesitate a little.

I scooped a spoonful of soup and carefully put it into his mouth, and then said, "Then, what did Your Majesty think?"

Pei Yuanhao took that sip and said, "Actually, I know what you mean. Judging from Miaoyan's current appearance, it is no different from an ordinary child. It seems that it doesn't matter whether he can summon souls or not. But he doesn't know what will happen in the future. If this disease leaves this root cause, he is afraid of endless troubles."

"Then, please come here?"

"It's no problem to invite her here, but the mage also told me that it's dangerous for Miaoyan to practice the method of summoning souls for the last time."

"What?!"

My heart beat, and I almost couldn't even hold the bowl in my hand. I looked at him in horror: "What's the danger?!"

When he saw me like this, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed the hand where I was holding the bowl, helped me stabilize it, and then said, "Don't be afraid first, it's not a big deal. If you panic, I won't tell you."

“…”

I gritted my teeth and felt my hand tightly wrapped in him. After a long time, I finally stabilized again. I pulled out of his palm, put the bowl aside, stabilized my mind again, and then turned to look at him: "Please tell me your Majesty."

He looked at me like this with a complicated look. He paused for a moment before saying, "What the master said to me is so mysterious. I also know that nine out of ten sentences are false in their words, but one thing is true. She did it, to find the perception of being a human being, common sense of being a human being, and even more so, to find her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness."

“…”

I thought of this.

Since I started practicing the method of summoning souls, every time Miaoyan came back, he felt more and more than before. He gradually began to experience joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and his emotions became more and more complicated. Now, he has become like a normal child.

Pei Yuanhao said: "But there is one thing that she never found, which is the last time she practiced the method of summoning souls, and wanted to find something for her."

My voice was slightly a little hard: "What is it?"

"That happened that night."

“…”

"The memory of that night."

“…”

My heart sank.

That night, on the red boat, in the bridal chamber, everything she witnessed with her own eyes... blood, new house, blood-stained Pei Yuanzhen, and the cold that had been speechless in her arms.

These are all things she has forgotten, and if she wants to heal her, she must remember them all.

Pei Yuanhao said: "What happened that night? Although we can examine it, no one is like this. Seeing it with his own eyes and feeling it so clearly. That is the reason why she is sick. The last method of summoning souls is to remind her, which is equivalent to that she needs to experience such memories again."

“…”

"That was the night that once made her lose her soul. If she remembered it again..."

“…”

"If her mind is not firm enough..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content below! I rarely hear Pei Yuanhao's voice and will also appear stagnant and retreat. I slowly raised my head and saw the hesitation in his eyes. That emotion immediately touched my heart - I understood what he meant, and once again experienced the memory of the onset of the deafness of Zhimiaoyan. If her mind is not firm, it may be the same as before. Especially, her illness has not yet been cured, and the final result may be worse than before.

Pei Yuanhao said: "She may be unconscious... for the rest of her life."

My breathing was suffocated.

Put his hand on his knees and grabbed his clothes tightly. The cold sweat slowly soaked in. Pei Yuanhao looked at me silently. After a while, he reached out and spread my fingers bit by bit, spread my hand, and then grabbed it into his palm: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. I will find a way."

"How do you think of a way?" I looked at him, my breath intermittently: "If this is the case, then don't--"

"But if this last time is not done, and if she is not removed from the root of her disease, then this root of disease will remain, and I don't know when it will recur in the future. At that time-" He looked into my eyes: "Are we two still by her side? Who is by her side? Who will treat her kindly? Like you, like me?"

This last sentence made me feel a little wrong.

But at this moment, I couldn't care about this anymore. I just felt my whole body was exhausted and my internal organs were tangled together. I was trembling with pain: "What should I do? I really let her go and experience it again?"

He held my hand tightly: "I just said that only if her mind is not strong can it cause disease. What if we make her mind firm?"

“…”

"Do you understand what I mean?"

My heart moved and I looked up at him.

Looking back on that night, it was probably the most helpless and saddest night she had since she was a child. Whether she was sensible or not, she could fully empathize when she saw the third uncle who had always loved her and married her aunt, and married her aunt. She felt so distressed that night. Then, she witnessed Gu Ping, who had been treating her as her brother since she was a child, killing someone, staining her new house with blood.

If I were her, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stand it.

Pei Yuanhao grabbed my hand: "Now, her support is us. We want her to feel that everything is good. Her life should be as peaceful and happy as it is now. As long as we have our support, she will definitely be able to pass this level!"

“…”

He looked at me deeply: "Only by eradicating her illness can I feel relieved and do something."

“…”

My heart beats like thunder.

I didn't ask him what he wanted to relieve himself and do, because he wouldn't answer even though he asked. At this moment, I just felt that my hand was pinched in his palm and seemed to be about to break, and I was unable to pull it out. After a long time, I said, "So, the emperor wants a private girl--"

"I want you and let me be nice to you."

I looked at him in panic.

He grabbed my hand and said softly: "If I treat you well, you will bear it; if I treat you badly, you will come and make trouble with me..."

“…”

"We are like an ordinary couple, giving her all the love and care that we owe her for so many years, so that she can also be a real, happy little princess."

“…”

"Okay?"

My throat rolled and I struggled for a long time, but I couldn't speak.

Let him be nice to me?

He is kind to me, will I bear it?

Do I want to do this?

Maybe at this time, I should not think about myself first, but rather think about my child, think of her as if she was pretending to be asleep, and think of the fake mask she wore in front of me - is it really because of us that she matured too early and was premature, and could not enjoy the joy of family as an ordinary child, but instead wanted to cheat on her parents' affairs?

But can't I consider myself?

What he gave me is good, I have to bear it...what is my heart?

I looked up at him, as if I was about to cry, but my eyes were dry and my gaze was blurred.

I can't see him or the way.

I was silent for a long time, and finally took a deep breath. He thought I was going to say something, staring at my dry lips, but felt me ​​pulling my hand out of his palm with force.

His eyes darkened: "Light."

The next moment, I picked up the bowl of cold soup on the table, scooped up a spoonful, and gently delivered it to his lips.

Something seemed to explode in his eyes. For a moment, joy and brightness almost illuminated the whole face, and he looked at me happily: "Light!"

I didn't look at him, but just looked at the few leftover medicines in the bowl, reflecting a little blurry look.

It also reflects his ecstatic eyes.

“Light.”

"If you don't drink it, I'll take it."

"Oh, don't!"

He hurriedly reached out and grabbed my hand again, but the injured hand wrapped in a bandage. As soon as he touched me, he felt so painful that he shrank, and his mouth was hissing and sucking the air conditioner. I looked at him expressionlessly and sent the spoonful of medicine to his mouth again.

He was so painful that his forehead was covered with sweat, but at this time he immediately smiled, opened his mouth, and took the spoon in his mouth.

The black medicine juice was drunk by him like honey.

This time, I didn't say anything to him. The medicine was fed into his mouth bit by bit. After a while, the bowl was seen. I poured the last bit of thick medicine left in the bowl into the spoon and continued to send it into his mouth. He probably was so bitter that he couldn't swallow it anymore. He frowned: "Forget this, let's forget about it."

I glanced at him and threw the spoon back into the bowl.

With a "clang" sound, it seemed like he hit him. He suddenly shuddered and said, "Forget it, let me drink it. Good medicine is bitter."

I didn't say anything. I picked up the bowl and spoon without any trouble, poured the last bit of soup into the spoon, scraped the wall of the bowl twice, and then fed it into his mouth. The feeling was also unimaginable.

His whole face wrinkled together, showing an expression of almost vomiting.

I didn't look at him either. I put the bowl and spoon in and walked out, but before I could even turn around, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and looked at me with a bitter expression: "It's so bitter, but are there any sweet things to eat?"

“…”

I was a little speechless. He said he was not a child anymore, so how could anyone prepare sweet things after giving him medicine?

I said, "They don't have it either."

He smiled and said, "Didn't you carry it with you?"

"No."

"No?"

I felt heartache as if I had cut it. Seeing him smiling at me like this, I felt even more indescribable aggrievance. I gritted my teeth and frowned: "No!"

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But I can find it."

I was stunned and suddenly understood what was coming. I subconsciously retreated, but my wrist was grabbed by him and I couldn't break free. I felt a gust of wind coming. He had come to me. When he raised his eyes, he leaned towards me and touched the corner of my lips.

My hands loosened, and the medicine bowl fell off and fell to the ground with a clang, shattering it.

But he didn't linger on my lips, but just pecked and left me again.
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