Chapter 1175

Ji Qingxue calmed her mood and looked directly into Nangong Yan's eyes: "I think about ah Yan..."

"You don't have to tell me." Nangong Yan gently interrupted, "since you didn't say it before, you don't need it now."

Ji Qingxue asked, "are you angry?"

Nangong Yan sighed faintly and poked her forehead with his finger: "what am I angry about? I'm just worried that you can carry everything by yourself. My husband is for you to rely on, not for decoration."

Ji Qingxue took his arm and bent his eyebrows into Crescent: "I know. If I'm not sure, of course I'll ask you for help."

"HMM." Nangong Yan looked down at the man leaning on him and felt very satisfied.

He likes Ji Qingxue to rely on himself. He has a feeling of being wholeheartedly dependent.

Only at this time will the little wild cat gather up its sharp claws and show its gentle and lovely side.

Weiguo, Taiyuan palace.

These days, Sima Jing seems to be deliberately hiding from someone, and he doesn't go to the forbidden room to see Mencius.

Since the accident of Mencius period, Sima Jing hung the whole person wrong.

So some people can see that only he himself is still whitewashing peace.

The calmer he looked, the bigger the crack in his heart was unknowingly torn.

"Someone!" Sima Jing hung up the curtain and shouted.

The eunuch who dozed next to him was suddenly awakened. He got up quickly and wiped the saliva on his mouth.

"The servant is here. What's the emperor's order?"

"Go find the ninth day of junior high school and say I have something to ask her."

The eunuch replied respectfully, "the emperor has forgotten that the girl on the ninth day of junior high school is no longer in the palace."

Oh, by the way, they had a dispute over Mencius two days ago.

The ninth day accused him of being cold-blooded and ruthless. He didn't want to live in the same place with him. Then he moved out of the palace and went to King Ning's house.

"Emperor, you're sweating. I'll wipe it for you.".

The eunuch took out a silk handkerchief and Sima Jing hung it: "I'm fine. Go down."

Sima Jing hung on his lunch break. He had a bad dream and was scared to wake up.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked down. Most of the silk handkerchief was wet.

He couldn't help smiling bitterly. He hadn't had a nightmare for a long time.

"Cold blooded and heartless?" he whispered, but there was a bitter taste spreading in his mouth.

If he is really cold-blooded and ruthless, how can he keep dreaming of her?

In the dream, she is alive. She will laugh, cry and be angry.

Even though he was wronged and forbearing, Sima Jingxuan felt particularly good-looking. He was not as dead as he is now.

Sima Jingxuan approached slowly and wanted to ask her if she hated herself.

But when Sima Jingxuan was about to touch her, she turned into a white haired and red pupil, and then jumped at him with open teeth and claws.

"When on earth will you torture me during Mencius!" Sima Jing hung his hands around his head and showed a very painful expression on his face.

He finally admitted that even if he didn't care any more, his heart was like being fried in an oil pan.

His suffering was like thousands of ants gnawing at his flesh and blood, which made him almost unbearable.

A voice suddenly sounded in my ear. It was so familiar, but it was full of anger and unwilling.

"I risked my life and gave everything for you, but you never loved me, never!"

"Sima Jingxuan, why are you so ruthless to me? Why?"

"Of course I hate you, I hate you!"

Sima Jing hung and covered his ears. He looked a little flustered: "no, No."

Don't hate me, son, don't hate me!

Sima Jingxuan has always been good at patience. He always felt that even if he lost the Mencius period, it would have no impact on himself.

But he endured so long that he finally collapsed in this quiet afternoon.

He admitted his feelings for Mencius, but even he didn't expect his feelings for her to be so deep.

Sima Jing hung a thousand emotions in his heart. Now he just wanted to see her. This feeling has never been so strong.

Sima Jing turned over and got out of the bed, dressed three or five times, and then quickly went out of the Palace door.

In the forbidden room, Mencius was already a little tired, and now he was lying quietly in bed.

Standing outside the forbidden room on the ninth day of the ninth day, he looked dignified.

Her reaction is much bigger than that of the first female Gu. After such training, she will certainly become very powerful, but the reverse phage will also increase.

The most serious time may affect Sima Jingxuan's own safety.

After all, these two female insects are developed by Sima Jingxuan's blood essence. Generally speaking, the female insect body is injured, and the damage is very small when it is phagocytized to the owner. As small as almost negligible.

But if it continues to develop like Mencius, I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic.

On the ninth day of junior high school, I saw Sima's mirror hanging, and suddenly I didn't have a good way: "Why are you here? You know you came here to see her!"

Sima Jingxuan didn't care about her disdainful expression: "how's Ziqi?"

"Not so." the ninth day turned his eyes. Now he will care about people. What have you done?

Sima Jing hung and pushed the door in: "I'll go in and see her."

Mencius lay quietly in bed, breathing very shallow. If you don't feel it carefully, you will think it's a dead man lying here.

But strictly speaking, Mencius period is not far from death now. It was the mother Gu who continued her last breath.

——She's a living dead man.

"Mencius, don't you want to see me? Now I'm here."

On the ninth day of junior high school outside the forbidden room, he couldn't help but curl his mouth. Sima Jingxuan said it well and shamelessly. Mencius is fine. When did you say you wanted to see him?

Sima Jing hung close without scruples, picked her up and let her lie in his arms.

When he put her in his arms, Sima Jingxuan finally felt that his missing part was finally complete.

"My chest is aching these days. Don't you think of me?"

A low, dull voice sounded, but it was hoarse and made people feel uncomfortable.

Sima Jingxuan rarely spoke to her so gently: "are you in pain? Zheng Qi said that you often fall into mania these days. Aren't you hurt?"

Seeing this scene on the ninth day of junior high school, who was still angry, somehow, he felt that his eyes were sour.

Sima Jingxuan, your love is really hard. Even if you come to see her, you have to find a good reason for yourself first.

For a moment, the ninth day thought it would be better if Sima Jingxuan liked Ji Qingxue.

If so, at least he has a glimmer of hope, rather than guarding a person who will never respond as he is now.