Chapter 1493

What if that person was among the guards, and when it was his turn to be on duty at the door, he suddenly broke into the bedroom and made a move on the unconscious Mo Lingyuan who was injured on the bed, the consequences would be disastrous...

"It's very late, Young Madam, you haven't rested for several nights, go and rest for a while before dawn, and I will send someone to notify you when the people from Lingyun Sect arrive." Mu Qing saw Duan Changyu's makeup Bao'er had already unloaded her cleanly, said goodbye to Chu Yunyao, and dragged Duan Changyu away.

Bao'er also didn't sleep for several days and nights, and her eyes were red from the boil.

Chu Yunyao urged her to go to rest, blew out the lamp by herself, walked slowly to the bed, and lay down beside Mo Lingyuan.

Bao'er stood at the door of the bedroom, across the door, waited silently for a moment, saw that the lights inside were extinguished, the footsteps became quiet, and there was no sound at all, then turned around, spread a mattress on the low couch outside, and lit the bed. He lit the brazier and lay down to sleep.

Chu Yunyao leaned sideways, holding Mo Lingyuan's hand under the quilt, her fingertips groping carefully through his bandaged palm.

She closed her eyes, leaned into his ear, and said softly, "Ling Yuan, wake up quickly, okay? Even if it's for me, wake up quickly, okay?"

Mo Lingyuan's breathing was weak and even.

Chu Yunyao's forehead rested on his shoulder, as if a boulder had sunk into her chest, she couldn't breathe under the pressure.

He wanted to shout out, but there was only a hoarse broken sound in his throat.

I wanted to cry, but my eye sockets were so dry that it hurt, but there were no tears.

When people are most distraught, they are silent, and their hearts are as dead as ashes, which cannot be revived.

All futile behavior and behavior seem superfluous.

Chu Yunyao didn't know when she fell into the dream, and she didn't know if she fell asleep in a daze, all the dreams in her mind were realistic.

She seemed to have seen gunpowder explode beside him, and saw him lying on the ground with blood and flesh...

"Miss, miss." Chu Yunyao was awakened by Bao'er's hasty cry.

She opened her eyes, and there seemed to be a bloody light in front of her eyes.

Bao'er waved her hand in front of her and pinched her face, Chu Yunyao's chaotic eyesight gradually regained focus, and she saw the person in front of her clearly.

Chu Yunyao touched the pinched cheek, looked at the disheveled Bao'er, and asked, "Bao'er, what's the matter?"

There was a thin layer of mist in Bao'er's dark eyes, she leaned over, took out a pouch from her bosom, and stuffed it into Chu Yunyao's hand: "Miss, you have had a nightmare, and you have been haunting it all the time. Yelling and yelling.

This purse was given to me by you, so you can put your mind at ease, put it by your pillow or hold it in your hand, don't be haunted anymore. "

Bao'er wiped the sweat from her forehead with her cuff, and then touched her back: "Miss, your clothes are all sweaty, get up and change into one before going to bed."

Chu Yunyao looked at the bright colors coming in from the window, sat up with her arms propped up, and wiped the sweat from her face in the dream, "What time is it?"

"Maoshichu." Bao'er pulled out a white undershirt and put it on for Chu Yunyao: "Miss can still sleep for a while."

After Bao'er left, Chu Yunyao lay down again, only to feel that her head was throbbing more and more, the veins on her forehead were throbbing restlessly, and she was still half sleepy.

Tossing and turning, those scenes in the dream were imprinted in her mind like substance.

Chu Yunyao simply sat up, lit the lamp, looked at the thick pile of documents on the desk due to the backlog, picked up a pen, and imitated Mo Lingyuan's handwriting to comment on the things that could be done one by one... ....