Yelu Yaogu couldn't sit still anymore. He originally thought that she deliberately instigated Yelulong to let out the news first. She couldn't explain why she thought that way. Maybe it was to comfort herself. She still cared about him in her heart...

After briefly arranging matters in Beijing, Xianlong rushed to Youzhou overnight with two thousand troops. Before he entered the small courtyard, he ran into the tense Tiande. He had never been so irritable. He was too lazy to talk nonsense and struck with his palm.

I beat the baby unconscious.

"master--"

Shu Luhui followed closely behind and took a breath of cold air, saying "Tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds", let alone such a satisfactory one.

Yeluyao waved his hands irritably and murmured casually, "I can't die. I have my own sense of discretion. I threw him into the woodshed and tied him up. I gagged my mouth. I am confused and don't want to hear anyone chirping again!"

The early morning sunlight is exceptionally clear, shining in through the gaps in the eaves.

Yeluyao rubbed his forehead and opened the door carefully. When he raised his eyes, he saw the woman huddled under the brocade quilt, her hair was messy and she was shivering.

The memory suddenly returned to that snowy night many years ago, and the dazzling bright red on the carpet the next day...

He was slightly startled, suddenly at a loss. She was his woman, he almost forgot.[

He walked quietly to the bed, sat down on the edge of the kang, resisted the embarrassment and lifted the quilt——

The face was thin and pale, and the weak hands tightly grasped the quilt he had lifted. The frightened eyes stared at him motionlessly like a frightened little animal. I felt a strong sense of guilt inexplicably.

What's more, it's heartache, a distant feeling that is almost forgotten by him...

I wonder what she went through in prison?

His unusual calmness and strategizing confidence seemed too cruel. But a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart, making him feel very happy——

Fortunately, she is still alive.

"You..." She frowned and didn't know what to say. She greeted her injury diligently. Was it too late?

The woman said nothing, tears welling up in her eyes. He stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, but as soon as he touched her shoulder, he received a hard slap in the face.

"You -" his expression suddenly changed, and his haggard appearance made him lose the ability to fight back. A trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he stubbornly held her in his arms, "Do you hate me? Hit me if you want.

That’s enough.”

The woman huddled in his arms and struggled hard, but to no avail. Her body trembled slightly, she raised her head, zoomed in a little closer, and stared blankly at him in front of her, as if she was thinking, and seemed to remember something.

....

"I am about to found a country. Daliao - do you still remember?"

The tears in the woman's eyes instantly burst out of her eyes and fell down her slightly trembling cheeks. He couldn't help himself, and the pale face and frightened eyes made his heart palpitate. He looked at her for a long time, and sighed softly,

He pushed aside the hair stuck to her cheek and tentatively tried to plant a kiss on her lips.

"No!"

As soon as he touched her lips, the other person seemed to be greatly frightened, and suddenly drove away from him and ran out barefoot.

"Zhuozhen!" Worried about her foot injury, he quickly chased her out of the room.

Shu Luhun and others did not expect that a "dying woman" would suddenly run out. In a blink of an eye, the woman had already passed the wall of people and rushed towards the courtyard gate.[

"Zhuozhen - stop! Bastard, stop!" Yelu Yaogu shouted as he chased her. The road was full of gravel and rubble. He was horrified to see the bloodstains left on the gravel along the road.

He ran a few steps, stood up and blocked her way, cursing angrily, "If I had known you were walking so fast, I shouldn't have come to see you!" Breathing heavily, she stared blankly at being wrapped in his arms.

The woman inside, punched the doorpost on the side, what on earth was he doing? What does his life and death have to do with him?

He slowly squatted down and gently held her feet. The white lotus feet were getting thinner and thinner, the blue blood vessels were clearly visible, the soles of the feet were covered in blood and flesh, and the festering wounds on the insteps made his heart tremble.

pain......

Without saying a word, he carried the person back to the house energetically. No wonder, no wonder Shu Luhui made a fuss. Is this the 'in case of failure' promised by Yeluwansi?
Chapter completed!