Chapter 338

338 love should laugh at me (2)

He Zhen clenched his teeth and used almost all his strength to restrain his desire to strangle her. For three years, he hated this woman all the time.

Nevertheless, when he saw that Yu Wenjian despised her, he almost couldn't help but want to fight. However, when he saw that she cunningly stabbed Yu Wenjian's eyebrows with a gold hairpin, he changed his mind.

This woman is cunning and treacherous. All her innocence and fear are pretended. Everything is the same as three years ago. She looked so frightened, but she still had the strength to pretend to be weak, but at the moment yuwenjian put down her guard, she stabbed him with a golden hairpin.

Just like the sword she stabbed into his chest with tears three years ago, she was clearly vicious and heartless, but she had to pretend to be affectionate. He hated her two faces, so he shot through her hand with a silver knife without hesitation.

He was obviously happy and angry, but when he heard that the hateful woman promised to marry Ma sunspot, a anger almost burst out of his chest and almost burned everything. He couldn't help but say evil words and severely mocked the shameless woman in front of him.

Maybe hate and love are two in one. He hates her, which also means that he has never forgotten her in the past three years.

There is a thin line between love and hate.

After all, she comforted General Ma with warm voice for a long time, which made the reckless man promise to go back first, but she still looked back at her step by step before leaving. Huo Wanhua reluctantly looked up and smiled at him, indicating that he would be fine.

She moved back to the old stone house step by step. Thanks to general Baima's fire, no one dared to trouble her again. Instead, she had a good rest for half a day. But in the evening, Huo Wanhua was burning low again.

Cistanche deserticola is a little worried about her and wants to get rid of the servant woman in charge to help find some herbs to reduce fever. But General Ma made such a fuss that these servants hated her, and now they are more reluctant to find medicine for her. Seeing ah Wan's forehead burning hot, Cistanche deserticola can only be soaked in cold water with a handkerchief, and then put it on her forehead to make her a little more comfortable.

"Miss ah Wan, come with us." a shrill voice suddenly sounded in her ear. Huo Wanhua vaguely opened his eyes and looked at the source of the voice. A eunuch like man was frowning and looking at her with disdain. She thought for a moment and struggled to get up to go with them. She got up a little fiercely, suddenly dark in front of her eyes and nearly fell to the ground.

Ma Cistanche hurriedly came forward and helped her, which helped her stabilize her body: "where are you taking her? She is very ill now..."

Huo Wanhua shook his head at her. She held the edge of the bed again and struggled to get up. She nodded slightly to the eunuch like man: "please lead the way."

Ma Cistanche seemed to have something to say, but Huo Wanhua smiled at her: "sister Ma, I can't repay you for taking care of you these days. If you can escape in the future..." her tone paused slightly. Ma Cistanche stared suspiciously, but his hand was stuffed with something, which seems to be something like an amulet. Huo Wanhua blocked the eunuch's sight with his body and quietly handed it to her.

"Please give me a message to the king of Wei, saying that my death has nothing to do with anyone." Huo Wanhua said faintly. Seeing Cistanche deserticola's surprised eyes, he smiled: "my brother is a counselor under the king of Wei, and the king of Wei will naturally convey it for me..."

Cistanche deserticola subconsciously answered and hid the small thing in the palm of his hand. The eunuch was impatient and urged ah wan to go quickly. Ah Wan followed the eunuch in vain. He didn't look back until he went out and compared his mouth to her.

She was saying, "please..."

Somehow, Cistanche deserticola always had a hunch that she would not come back this time. Although they haven't been together here for a long time, they have an inexplicable sense of affinity because of their origin and temperament. Looking at the figure of ah Wan gradually disappearing in the rain and fog, Ma Cistanche felt disappointed and sighed gently.

I hope ah Wan can come back safely.

She gently spread out her palm and wondered what ah Wan had just secretly stuffed into her hand. It turned out to be a crystal clear small jade plate. The jade ratio was transparent in the shape of a half moon, and there was a rainbow lingering in it. It became more and more clear that the jade was transparent and the room was full of brilliance, which was obviously not ordinary.

The front of the jade plate is engraved with a gold unicorn decorated with a Lin. the jade plate looks very precious, but the carver is really not very good. The carving technique looks very childish. It seems that beginners carve and play with it. It's a pity that such a valuable jade.

Ma Cistanche played the jade card in her hand for a moment. She only felt that her hands were delicate and smooth. The jade was warm and moist. It was like a woman's delicate skin. I'm afraid it was an extremely rare warm jade. She had heard her father say that this kind of jade was only available in a small town in western Xinjiang and was very rare. Almost all the rare jade materials were paid tribute to the palace, Ordinary rich families can't see such precious warm jade at all.

How could ah Wan have such a warm jade that is hard to find all over the world?

Ma Cistanche looked over and over the jade plate. Then he found a small inscription on the back of the jade plate - he Anle's sister's 10th birthday, brother Yan.

Cistanche deserticola suddenly opened her eyes. She remembered that the taboo of his Highness the king of Wei was... Huo Yan?

She remembered that Princess Anle's maiden name seemed to be... Huo Wanhua?

Is ah Wan Princess Anle?

Ma Cistanche looked at ah Wan who had long disappeared outside the door, and his eyes showed a dazed color. If ah Wan is really Princess Anle, I'm afraid it's more or less bad for her to be taken

Huo Wanhua followed the eunuch's back in vain, only feeling dizzy in his mind. I've been too tired recently, so I got a fever as soon as I got cold. The eunuch took him to a secluded hall, where a tall and handsome figure was sitting upright, idly turning over an ancient book.

The eunuch had deeply worshipped him. Huo Wanhua stood there and looked straight at the man.

He Zhen was wearing a simple white uniform, still a graceful and noble childe's style. It was probably because I had just bathed. I simply tied my long black hair with a jade hairpin. There was a lazy smell all over my body. When he heard the sound, he didn't lift his head. His eyes continued to stare at the ancient books in his hands and read them attentively.

It seemed to be the first time she had seen him without a gorgeous pet since the day they saw each other again. He is rather fraternal now. Every time she sees him, the warblers and swallows around her are spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each good at winning the game. Both Mrs. Yao and Mrs. Yuwen are one in a million beauties, each with unique charm.

She always thought that although men are romantic, they always prefer a certain kind of women. For example, the father liked the empress mother, who was gentle and generous on the surface, but actually smart and black in the stomach. The emperor's brother seems to like lively and cheerful girls, and cousin Wei likes girls with beautiful eyes

Unlike he Zhen, the pet girls around him seem to be fat and thin, with different tempers and personalities. Maybe he likes to collect women of all shapes and tempers, so he has a sense of achievement?

Huo Wanhua was fascinated by the flickering candle for a moment. He couldn't help showing a faint smile on his lips, but he didn't know that the smile fell in the eyes of others, but it was an unspeakable irony. He Zhen held the ancient books with his hand, and the hundred year old books were almost crumpled into a pair of fragments by him!

The eunuch knelt down for a long time but didn't hear the voice of Jun Hou. He looked up tremblingly and quietly, but he saw the female prisoner standing there as if there were no one else. This dead girl who doesn't understand the rules!

"Bold! How can you be so rude when you see the prince! Get down on your knees!" the eunuch angrily scolded her in a sharp voice. Huo Wanhua bent his knees like a stream, but stood there stubbornly. The eunuch almost wanted to strangle the woman who didn't understand etiquette in front of him. He was about to scold her, but he heard the prince and Hou cold voice on the seat say, "get out!"

Get him out?

The eunuch was stunned. He raised his eyes and secretly looked at Jun Hou. Jun Hou stared at the woman in front of him. His handsome face was filled with anger. It seemed that in another second, someone would have to pull out and cut the woman. How did he feel that junhou and the female prisoner seemed to be old acquaintances? But now he was sure that the "get out" obviously told him to get out.

The eunuch rolled out and didn't forget to close the door quietly.

There were only two of them in the room. Under the bright candle light, he Zhen could clearly see the dark red bruises on Huo Wanhua's white neck and the handkerchief wrapped around her right hand, which was wrapped for her by the handkerchief borrowed by the horse general.

Her appearance was obviously very embarrassed, but she was still proud and stubborn, which made him feel a burst of nameless fire in his heart. She is just a humble female prisoner now. She can't escape from his palm in her life. Why is she still high? She thinks this is Chang'an. Is she still the princess Anle in the palace?

"Your Royal Highness seems to be very happy?" he shone with a hint of shade in his eyes. What he said is full of malice: "why? Is it very happy to be pursued by an illiterate mud man? Or can't he stay up and want to run away so that even things that can't be mediated can be done?"

Huo Wanhua blinked, her head more dizzy, and bursts of discomfort between her chest and abdomen. He Zhen's face gradually blurred, but his words echoed clearly in her ears.

The long eyelashes tremble slightly, like butterfly wings, beautiful and fragile. Under the candlelight, half of her face was hidden in the shadow. She couldn't see the expression on her face, but she said faintly: "General Ma is a good man. The person you hate is me. Why bother others?"

He Zhen looked at her side face and smiled coldly: "I'm afraid you think too much of yourself. How can you make me hate..."

The word "you" had not yet been exported, but I saw the slender body shaking slightly, as if it could not stand stably, and as if it had lost its strength, it fell down slowly.

He Zhen's men moved consciously, and finally stood with their hands on their side, allowing her to fall heavily to the ground.

The room became very quiet for a moment, and he was distracted by the crackling candle. After standing for a long time, there was only her heavy breathing in the room. He finally walked towards her and bent down to look at the familiar but strange face.

Her face had a very abnormal blush. The face slapped by the bastard yuwenjian in the daytime still looked red and swollen. The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a small dense shadow fell on her face.

She frowned slightly, her forehead was covered with a dense cold sweat, which seemed very uncomfortable, and her face looked so pure and flawless. The woman didn't even forget to show her innocence when she was in a coma. She was even acting in her sleep. He Zhen was restless for no reason. He turned around to ask someone to take her out, but after hesitating for a moment, he bent down and picked up her thin body.

Huo Wanhua fell asleep quietly in her arms, like a carefree baby. He sighed gently, took the cloak hanging on one side, wrapped her tightly from head to foot, and then strode out of the room.

Huo Wanhua had a long and lonely dream. When she woke up, the people and things in the dream were all gone, but the warm and familiar embrace made her feel like an afterlife.

I don't know what made her suddenly wake up from her dream.

The long eyelashes blinked gently, and then opened slowly and silently. Huo Wanhua was in a trance, his eyes were blank but there was no focus.

She is a little confused between dream and reality.

What pulled her back to reality was a stabbing pain from her right hand. Her eyes subconsciously looked at her hand. Her hand was burning. The injured part had been bandaged and covered with thick ointment. Her hand, originally white and tender, was as soft and delicate as magnolia flowers in full bloom in spring, but now it was wrapped like a bear's paw. Huo Wanhua couldn't help laughing.

The place where she slept was soft. It must not be the cold stone house. She was covered with a soft brocade quilt, and there was a faint smell of ambergris on the quilt. Huo Wanhua subconsciously got up, but found that he was soft and had no strength. He could only lie still.

She looked around subconsciously in her eyes. There was a window not far from the bed. I didn't know when the continuous rain was blowing out of the window. A bright light cut through the sky. There was a rolling and dull thunder in her ears. Huo Wanhua hurriedly retracted her body into the brocade quilt. She was afraid of thunder since childhood.

Half a ring, a small head poked out of the brocade quilt. Huo Wanhua carefully poked out his head and determined that there was no more thunder before he got out of the quilt. His hazy eyes wandered around the room. Only then did he find that he was not alone in the room.

It turned out that the dream was not just a dream, she murmured subconsciously.

A few meters away, there was a large golden nanmu table, on which a glass lamp was burning, and the lights were bright all around. Slender and powerful fingers are turning the files on the table. The owner of the fingers is lowering his eyes, examining the things on the files and dealing with cumbersome things.

He Zhen was sitting under the shadow of the glass lamp, and the outline of his side face became more and more handsome. Huo Wanhua subconsciously shrunk his body towards the brocade quilt. Seeing that the other party was not moving, he moved his body. His small head looked out of the brocade quilt, and a pair of black eyes looked at him carefully.

He Zhen's hand holding the file moved slightly. Although he didn't squint, the remaining light in the corner of his eye had clearly seen her every move. The girl is still so unpromising. Even a thunder can scare her into that look. Hum, but the first time she hid, she was afraid of thunder. What was she afraid of the second time?

Afraid of him?

He Zhen snorted and said coldly, "don't pretend to sleep when you wake up." the slender fingers exposed outside the brocade quilt stiffened slightly. Huo Wanhua looked expressionless and opened the brocade quilt covered on his face. His black eyes kept him for a moment.

"It's a good time to get sick." he threw down the file in his hand, got up and approached her, and the corner of his lips ironically hooked. Huo Wanhua subconsciously shrank back, pale and stiff, waiting for him to speak ill again.

She's just a cheap female prisoner. That's what he told General Ma.

He was shameless and shameless, which was his humiliation to her.

She is always good at acting and always puts on a look of innocence. In her dream, she heard him say so.

After accusations and humiliations, Huo Wanhua gently bit his lower lip and turned his face. He Zhen walked to the bedside step by step, closer and closer to her. She didn't want him to see the water in her eyes, and didn't want him to see the tears.

The room became very quiet for a time, leaving only the sound of his and her breathing, which could be heard from each other.

After all, she couldn't help but feel the pain in her eyes. She suddenly buried her head in the brocade quilt, smelled the breath of ambergris, and reluctantly used a calm language: "can you... Go out first, i... I think..."

With a dull smile, someone opened the brocade quilt, and her embarrassed appearance was falling in the man's eyes. He Zhen looked at her with a sneer and said word by word, "this is my bedroom. Where do you want me to go?"

Huo Wanhua fiercely widened his eyes and threw away the brocade in his hand. This is he Zhen's bedroom? No wonder this bed is so big, bigger and softer than her bed in the Hehuan hall. Her face suddenly turned red. No wonder she smelled that the brocade quilt was stained with ambergris. Isn't it ambergris that he zhensu used to smoke clothes?

He Zhen looked at her at a loss. The corners of his lips couldn't help bending. He didn't even notice it. Huo Wanhua subconsciously wanted to sit up, but she was too weak, and her slender body was difficult to hold up. He Zhen looked at her lightly, got up hard, opened the quilt and tried to sit up.

A maid broke the medicine and came in. Seeing that the girl on the bed was pale and weak, he Zhen asked her to drink the medicine, but he Zhen coldly motioned the maid to go out. He regained his composure and continued to sit in his chair and read the file. He only said in a deep voice, "drink it yourself. My maid is not used to serve prisoners."

Huo Wanhua lowered his eyes and looked at the medicine bowl on the small table beside the bed. She was seriously infected with the cold. If she allowed the disease to develop, she was afraid that she would not last for a few days. She really didn't have to be angry about it. The little white hand struggled to carry the medicine bowl. Her right hand could not be used. Her left hand was soft and had no strength. It took a long time to reluctantly carry the medicine bowl, and the medicine juice was almost sprinkled on the brocade quilt.

Huo Wanhua gulped down the medicine juice in the bowl. After drinking it, he felt bitter in his mouth. She has always been sensitive to the smell of medicine. When she was sick in the palace, she would rather hide her illness in order not to drink medicine. Even if they have to drink the medicine, some palace maids will prepare candied fruit and fruity tea to drive away the bitterness in their mouth as soon as possible.

The medicine she had just drunk was dozens of times more bitter than the bitter medicine she had drunk in more than ten years before her life, and there would be no maid in waiting for her to prepare candied fruit to dispel the bitterness. Huo Wanhua frowned and smiled bitterly, which made he Zhen smile: "what's the matter?"

Huo Wanhua wrung a small face: "I was thinking that you wouldn't deliberately ask people to add three times of Coptis to the medicine because you hate me?"

He Zhen murmured and said, "I'm not so mean yet."

Huo Wanhua suddenly looked up and looked at he Zhen with shocked eyes. She just accidentally said what she thought?

Also, he Zhen just said... What?

He Zhen was slightly embarrassed by her eyes, and an unexplained anger hit his heart again.