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Chapter 33: A thousand turns and a thousand turns (2)

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    Ling Zimo stared at him, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "What is she?"

    "She isshe isyour princess" Lin Xihan's voice suddenly weakened.

    "You still know that she is my princess!" Ling Zimo smiled coldly, "Since you know, you should remember your identity."

    Lin Xihan blushed: "What do you mean?"

    "What do you mean?" Ling Zimo sat up abruptly, squinting his eyes, and the words burst out word by word through his clenched teeth, "You like her in your heart, do you think I don't know!"  He fell hard to the ground, and there was a crisp "pop".

    Lin Xihan gasped, his face suddenly lost all color, he looked straight at Ling Zimo's resentful eyes, and suddenly turned his eyes away.  After a long while, she nodded sadly, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I like herbutbut, she only regards me as an elder brother" Suddenly she said loudly: "She only has you in her heart!"

    Ling Zimo's heart was shaken, and suddenly he didn't dare to look him in the eyes anymore, he turned his head away in embarrassment, touched the flagon casually, and took a big gulp of wine with his head raised.

    After Lin Xihan said that, he turned around and left. When he came to the door, he stopped, held the door, and said in a deep voice: "Zimo, I hope you know what you are doing, and don't hurt her like thisshe  " I wanted to say something, but finally didn't say it, sighed deeply, and walked out the door.

    He walked for a long time before Ling Zimo raised his head, held the jug high in his hand, drank until there was not a drop left, and then slammed the jug down.  The wine jug jumped on the ground twice, rolled a few times, and made a "crash" sound.  Until it rolled under a certain chair and stopped moving, Ling Zimo who was on the couch suddenly fell back, looking infinitely tired.  The rain, which fell intermittently for three days, finally ended at this time.  Only the accumulated water on the roof was still dripping down the eaves, dripping on the ground, making rows of small pits, and gradually accumulated into small puddles.

    The night is like ink, there is wind, and the clouds are blown erratically.

    A black figure flashed into Xuyuan silently.

    This figure is familiar with the way, as soon as he entered Xuyuan, he went straight to Mengdie's bedroom.  When he came to the door, he stopped.  A gust of wind blew, and the clouds in the sky dispersed, and the moonlight passed through the clouds dimly, casting on this man, illuminating his handsome face.  Under the moonlight, his eyes were as bright as stars, and there were various emotions shining in his eyes, including guilt, pity, helplessness, and a hint of hope.

    He stood there for a long time, as if hesitating whether to go in, and finally knocked lightly on the door, the sound was inaudible.  But the door opened silently soon, Zi Hua poked his head out, and was about to speak when he shook his head slightly.  Zi Hua nodded, stepped out of the door, and gently closed the door.

    Only then did she salute this person: "See you, my lord!" The visitor who visited Xuyuan at night was none other than Ling Zimo.

    He gave an "um" and asked in a low voice, "how is she?"

    Zi Hua said in a respectful voice: "After Director Lin came in the afternoon, he fed the medicine and the fever finally subsided. Right now he is sleeping deeply."

    Ling Zimo nodded and fell silent, as if he didn't know what to say, he stared at the door for a while, then turned to leave.

    "My lord!" Zi Hua called out from behind, hesitating to speak.

    Ling Zimo turned around: "What?"

    Zi Hua hesitated and said: "My lord, why don't you go in and have a look?"

    Ling Zimo bowed his head and remained silent.

    Zi Hua said again: "I have already sent Chu Chun to sleep, the princess is a deep sleeper, so she won't know."

    Ling Zimo glanced at her again, and finally said with a sigh: "That's good." It's just that they haven't seen each other for three days, it seems like hundreds of years have passed.

    The face in front of me is haggard and thin, and the chin is pointed.  She slept deeply, but she was restless, and her slender eyebrows were slightly frowned in her sleep.

    Ling Zimo gently stroked her brow, remembering that she once said that she didn't like to see him frowning, her fingers trembled slightly.  This woman!  She has experienced the early death of her mother and the alienation of her father since she was a child, but she is still as calm as water, calm and at ease.  But just because of meeting him, in just a few months, he was so haggard.

    If they had never met, if he had not been King Yu and she had not been Zhuang Zhijian's daughter, if there hadn't been so many conspiracies and struggles surrounding them But love has no ifs, love doesn't need a reason, love never happens  See any situation.

    Maybe¡ªhe thought, it's too late to let go now.  She is too pure and innocent to be involved in this vortex.  She is as clear as water, and with herself, she can only become filthy.  Since you can't make the promise, then let her go and let her meet the one who can give you the promise.The person who made the commitment.

    However, this thought, just thinking about it, makes people feel so heartbroken!

    He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, finally stood up, and was about to leave.

    Suddenly, that lingering voice called softly behind him: "Zimo!"

    Ling Zimo shook his body and turned around slowly. It turned out that Mengdie hadn't woken up.

    "Zimo! Zimo! Are the fireworks over?" She murmured, a tear slowly slipped from the corner of her eye, leaving a wet trail.

    Ling Zimo finally couldn't help himself, he bent down, hugged her gently, and kissed the teardrop.

    The taste of tears, salty, like blood.  Spring is like wine, and the warm wind is smoky.

    Meng Die snuggled up on the soft couch, watching the green willow branches by the lake playfully swinging back and forth.  The sun shone through the willow branches and danced gently on her face.

    April was approaching, and she had been lying on the bed for half a month, and she was just able to walk around at this time.

    Today the sun is exceptionally sunny and warm, she really doesn't want to stay in the house anymore.  So Zihua set up a soft couch for her in the garden, and Chuchun put her on a double-padded jacket before letting her out to breathe.

    Should the peach blossoms be thankful at this time?  she thought in a daze.  She knew that this feeling might not last long, so she only wanted to have it once, but she didn't expect that even what she once had was just false.

    After all, it is always empty when the flowers bloom and wither!  She sighed softly and coughed.

    A cloak immediately covered her shoulders, she raised her head, and smiled softly: "Brother Lin."

    "Why did you come out to blow air at exactly one o'clock?" Lin Xihan said with some reproach.

    She smiled, with a coquettish tone: "I've been bored in the house for so many days, I can't hold it anymore!"

    As he spoke, he pulled his sleeve again, and shook it gently, with a hint of pleading: "Just sit for a while, bask in the sun, and go back to the house soon!"

    Lin Xihan shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to do with her.

    In this illness, Mengdie had a severe fever at first, and she was basically confused for the first three days.  She only vaguely remembered that when she was suffering from the cold, she fell into a warm embrace, and this person gently called her name like a mother.  She even thought that person was Ling Zimo, but Chuchun told her that Lin Xihan was by her side when her fever persisted and the soup and medicine failed to take in.  She laughed in her heart, heard it with her own ears, saw it with her own eyes, did she still have fantasies about Ling Zimo now?  I am just a pawn, so let this relationship stop here!  From now on, let her live a quiet life, maybe this quiet life will be limited (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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