Ji Ningtian walked to Fang Zilan and knelt down. He reached out and handed her a bottle of medicine. She didn't take it. She tried to stand up by holding on to the wall, but he grabbed her wrist and took her into his arms. "Lan'er, don't take it." Show off your strength."
Fang Zilan subconsciously wanted to break away from Ji Ningtian's hand, but she never thought that he would increase his strength and affect the wound, causing her to hiss and take a breath of air.
Seeing this, Ji Ningtian relaxed his movements, put his arm around Fang Zilan's shoulders, and led her out.
"This road..." Fang Zilan's face turned pale and she was a little dazed, but she could still tell that this was not the way to the outer hall of Hong'an Pavilion, but...
"Lan'er, you are seriously injured and must be given medicine." Ji Ningtian's tone was unquestionable. Fang Zilan said nothing and allowed him to lead her into the inner courtyard.
Fang Zilan was sitting on the edge of the couch. Ji Ningtian once again placed the medicine in front of her. She hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to compromise. She reached out and took the medicine bottle, "Turn around and I'll do it myself."
Ji Ningtian turned around obediently. Fang Zilan held the medicine bottle in his hand and made no move. Most of her injuries are on her back, which is difficult for her to deal with. She only compromises because she doesn't want to cause trouble.
She was injured at this time, and if there was a sudden disturbance, it would be difficult to take away the Chakravartin King. She couldn't let her injury be in vain. Before walking out of Hong'an Pavilion, Ji Ningtian should just say whatever she said.
"Lan'er, your injury..." As soon as Ji Ningtianfu opened his mouth, Fang Zilan stopped him, "It's nothing serious. I've always been honest, and you should know best."
"Lan'er, you are blaming me..." As soon as Ji Ningtian finished speaking, Fang Zilan retorted, "I didn't."
Ji Ningtian sighed and said quietly: "Lan'er, you have suffered all these years for me."
Fang Zilan suddenly felt as if her heart had been pricked by a needle. The vague pain was actually more unbearable than the injuries on her body.
She always felt that all her feelings for Ji Ningtian, her admiration and longing, the bitterness and pain, were all inherited from the original owner of this body. She herself had no feelings for Ji Ningtian.
But it wasn't until this moment that she seriously thought about their relationship. No matter what the reason was, she had no choice but to look back for Ji Ningtian. If she volunteered to use Gu and became his sword, she was already risking her life. Later, half-voluntarily and half-forced, he took up the position of Duke of Yue. Under the coercion of power, he could not help but treat human life as nothing...
Sometimes she even felt that the original world was like a dream. If Mo Han hadn't been by her side, she would have thought that everything should be like this.
She couldn't tell whether it was sad or deplorable to go this far.
"Lan'er." Ji Ningtian turned around at some point and looked at Fang Zilan intently. She lowered her eyes and said nothing, still holding the medicine bottle tightly in her hand. His hand covered hers and said softly: "I'll do it."
As he spoke, he opened her fingers one by one, took out the medicine bottle, and then reached out to untie her belt. She raised her hand to stop her, but he blocked her back, "It's not the first time. Lan'er thinks I will take advantage of others' danger?"
"Taking advantage of others' danger?" Fang Zilan repeated the word, pursed her lips and said, "Isn't this a method that the young master usually uses?"
Ji Ningtian chuckled, "It turns out that in Lan'er's eyes, I am such a person."
Fang Zilan was noncommittal, and her shoulders were covered in bruises under the clothes she took off. Ji Ningtian's hand movements were extremely restrained, but she still frowned.
"Lan'er, I promised you that if you don't want to, I will never touch you." Ji Ningtian leaned very close to her, and his breath spread to her ears along with his words, like the caress between lovers. , "I never break my promise to you. This has been the case in the past, and it will be the same in the future."
"But I don't remember." Fang Zilan calmly moved her body and distanced the two of them, "I have forgotten many of the things the young master said."
"It doesn't matter." Ji Ningtian stretched out his hand to straighten the broken hair around her ears. The affection in his eyes was like a pool of spring water, so clear that he couldn't see the end. "As long as Lan'er wants to hear it, it doesn't matter how many times I say it."
Fang Zilan was stunned when she saw him like this for the first time. She seemed to understand somewhat why the original owner of this body would not care about anything for him.
Ji Ningtian is a man who is scary when he is deep and cold, but he is also very seductive. If you can glimpse another kind of gentleness and affection under such an appearance, you will easily fall into it.
What's more, this kind of tenderness and affection is almost pampering and indulgent. It's like a sharp knife with honey on the tip. For that little bit of sweetness, the price of blood is forgotten.
The moment the ointment was applied, Fang Zilan bit her lip. The cold touch brought back her thoughts and made her sober.
Ji Ningtian cannot be trusted. He is a man who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. No matter how many romances they had in the past, they were all just a trick to use her.
But for some reason, when she reminded herself like this, she still felt tight and painful in her chest.
"Okay." Ji Ningtian seemed to be relieved. Fang Zilan straightened his clothes and was about to get up when he held him down. "Lan'er, stay here, okay?"
The almost pleading tone makes it hard not to feel soft.
"The nights are long and there are many dreams, and I can't sleep even if I stay." Fang Zilan pushed his hand away, and he grabbed her wrist, "But Lan'er, the day will always dawn."
Yes, it will always be bright. But the dawn they were looking forward to was different.
"I'm leaving. The Wheel King is still waiting for me." Fang Zilan's expression was calm and firm. Ji Ningtian looked at her with a complicated look in his eyes, "Lan'er, do you really think you can escape from the ghost gate?"
He paused and his voice became a little deeper, "I, you, Wu Qing, Wheel King, Wen Ya, and even Awan are all old people from the previous dynasty, what the world calls lonely ghosts, this kind of fate, How can we escape?"
"What about the old people from the previous dynasty? Even if the dynasty changes, you still have to live." Fang Zilan said indifferently: "If you were attached to the previous dynasty and the present, you should have left with it. Since you survived, just live well. Why chase the past? In the end..."
"Lan'er, if you can't take a breath, where can you live and work?" Ji Ningtian raised his voice, and Fang Zilan stared at him closely, "Are you going to risk the rest of the world just for your breath?"
"Lan'er, ask yourself, are you choosing Tianxiaren or Li Shengxuan?" Ji Ningtian said urgently, Fang Zilan raised the corners of her lips and let out a wry smile, "Is there any difference?"
Ji Ningtian's hand loosened her grip on her wrist, and she said softly: "Sir, you told me that for whatever you want, you can sacrifice anyone, including you. You also said that only the one you love the most can... You can give it up because you won’t feel indebted.”
"So..." Ji Ningtian said word by word: "Lan'er, you can choose anyone, but you just don't want to choose me, right?"
