The shoulder was held by someone, and there was no force. It was enough to escape with a slight effort.
It was as if the person behind him had no strength due to illness, and it seemed as if he had left Cheng Ning with enough room for choice.
——Stay in his hand, or break free.
Cheng Ning pulled his hand down, felt it was cold and rough, and asked expressionlessly: "Is something wrong?"
I don't know what he has experienced, but this man's body seems to have been worn down to a certain extent.
The aura that imprisoned her in the palace no longer existed.
Obviously only half a year has passed, but the scene of the night chat in Chengqian Palace seems to be still in front of me, but things have changed.
Cheng Ning admitted that if Wei Yanzhou really died of illness in an imperial city with complicated palaces and deep palace walls, she would feel relieved for him.
She was indeed indifferent because Cheng Ning was cold-hearted.
After taking two steps back, the distance between the two was quite far, and the wind passed between them.
Probably because he caught a cold again, Wei Yanzhou turned his head and coughed violently.
Wang Xihou was not far away, with a big cloak hanging on his arm.
He didn't dare to approach at first, but seeing that Wei Yanzhou seemed to be coughing incessantly, he boldly stepped forward.
"Empress." After life and death, when we meet Cheng Ning again, it's not just the two of them who are complicated.
But Cheng Ning's face darkened at that moment, and her voice was cold: "Who is the empress?"
"My slave is stupid and called me by the wrong name." Wang Xi quickly knelt down to apologize: "Please don't be angry, City Lord."
"Go down." Wei Yanzhou ordered Wang Xi after enduring a burst of coughing.
Too many old people appeared in front of Cheng Ning, and she probably didn't like to see them.
When Wang Xi put the cloak on Wei Yanzhou, he stopped him. Instead, he took it from Wang Xi's hand and put it on Cheng Ning's shoulders.
She was about to push Wei Yanzhou's hand away when she heard his low voice: "Don't reject me."
His voice was still hoarse after coughing just now.
The strong smell of medicine on Wei Yanzhou's body rushed towards Cheng Ning.
The moment she was lost in thought, Wei Yanzhou had already tied the belt of her cloak for her.
Then he gently scratched Cheng Ning's ear with his hands as if they were nostalgic.
He was a little greedy because he knew that there were not many opportunities to get so close to Cheng Ning.
Then he lowered his eyes, took Cheng Ning's hand, and exposed her wrist.
On the thin and white wrist, there was a bruise from being pinched hard.
It was Nan Entropy who pinched him before he fell into coma. He seemed to be afraid that Cheng Ning would leave.
Wei Yanzhou conjured a bottle of ointment from somewhere, took a little with his fingertips, applied it on Cheng Ning's exposed skin, and rubbed it carefully with his body temperature.
Their eyes didn't meet, both of them stared at the wrist.
The dim yellow light shone from the tent and surrounded them, giving rise to an illusion of warmth.
Not far away from the main account, three heads stuck out, one on top of the other, and their eyes fell on them.
Lu Yuan: "....He, he, he, he touched Cheng Ning's hand!"
Wei Xun also felt sad: "I just said something, and it felt like Cheng Ning wanted to twist my head. This man is really not afraid of death."
Zhao Zixu was at the top, with his arms folded and his face expressionless: "Are you addicted to voyeurism?"
They each belong to the same country and know a lot about each other, but they always attack each other's weaknesses.
We have never been together in peace like today.
There is also time to watch other people's excitement.
But it seems that if what Cheng Ning just said can be realized.
Langzhonghui is a new big city, and people will move there, marry and have children.
In that future, peace will no longer be a fleeting vision.
It seems that... we can look forward to a prosperous age without war.
No one originally dared to have such an idea, but Cheng Ning dared to mention it, and she shouldered it with one hand.
In the past, I was just afraid of her, but when I really fall into a community of interests, I will have some admiration for her.
She's just a woman.
No one looked at the little girl rushing forward on the battlefield.
But what she did was far more, heavier, and more stunning than they thought.
"It doesn't seem like she's hitting anyone." Lu Yuan was still looking there: "What happened to her today?"
"What are you doing?"
Zhao Zixu also glanced there, and then kicked each of them: "Go in."
Wei Xun was very sorry: "Who is this man? Didn't he say that Cheng Ning was tortured miserably for more than half a year when he returned to Jinyang? It has only been a while now, and there is a new man."
They were not too surprised that Cheng Ning was still alive.
It seems that the word 'Cheng Ning' has a certain sense of being a Shura god, and even the King of Hell may not dare to accept her.
Not knowing at all that she had been programmed, Cheng Ning just looked at her hands quietly.
Wei Yanzhou applied the medicine and moved it to the old scar on her wrist.
He knew how many injuries he had suffered here, but today Cheng Ning not only held the sword, but even drew an arrow and shot an arrow.
"Does it hurt?" He couldn't see what was going on inside, but subconsciously felt that it should hurt.
A group of soldiers on night patrol passed by. When they saw them, they didn't dare to look sideways and walked away with military steps.
Cheng Ning looked at the old scar on her wrist. In fact, she rarely looked at it carefully.
But this scar will accompany her, and every rainy day, it will remind her in the form of soreness and pain that she has been injured here.
She smiled slowly and said, "Wei Yanzhou, are you feeling distressed?"
Wei Yanzhou was startled. He hadn't seen Cheng Ning smile for a long time. Even such a faint smile was a surprise to him.
Does this mean... Cheng Ning is less resistant to him?
"Yes." He had never admitted that he cared so decisively, and his eyes were burning as if he wanted to involve Cheng Ning.
But the next moment, the palm was empty.
——Cheng Ning pulled out his wrist.
Her smile widened, and her words were cruel: "But these are all thanks to you."
Pointing to her wrist, she said: "You personally ordered someone to break it, maybe you were also present at the time."
Wei Yanzhou's face suddenly turned pale, as if he was about to collapse if a gust of wind blew.
Cheng Ning could see that he wanted to cough again, but for some reason he held it back.
When her hand muscles were crippled, Wei Yanzhou was indeed there.
At that time, he hated the Cheng family with all his heart, but he had no way to vent it - because Wei Heyu was dead, Wei Qi was dead, Li Yunhua, and Concubine Wen were all dead.
The hatred has no outlet, and only the Cheng family is left.
So he abused Cheng Ning, but he didn't get any pleasure from it.
When the knife stabbed Cheng Ning, he was leaning against the stone wall of the cell.
Cheng Ning could be heard groaning and exhaling a trembling breath.
But he can't do anything. Hatred molds him into a devil.
Make amends impossible.
Cheng Ning stared at him, as if admiring his expression: "So even if you are alive, how can you have the nerve to come in front of me?"
