my wife, my wife, my wife

Chapter 8

Looking through the window, it was already dark, and the moon hung high above the night sky like a golden hook.

Ying Qinglu put down the book in his hand and looked at the person on the bed. After being stunned for a while, he picked up the book and continued to read.

"Master?" Heizi's voice came from outside the door.

"What's the matter?" Ying Qinglu replied lightly without taking his eyes off the book.

"The medicine is ready."

"Bring it in."

With a creak, Heizi pushed open the door and came in with the medicine.

"Feed him a drink." Ying Qinglu remained in the same posture without even looking at him.

Heizi didn't say much, he walked to the bed with the medicine bowl in his hand, and when he pinched the mouth of the person on the bed with one free hand and wanted to pour it into his mouth, he was stopped by a slow sound.

Ying Qinglu's gaze shifted from the book to the past, "Vulgar, are you trying to choke him to death by pouring so much?"

Heizi looked at him embarrassingly.

"Hey, what a useless thing." Ying Qinglu threw the book aside helplessly, got up and walked over. "Give me the medicine, you go get a spoon."

After Heizi handed over the medicine bowl respectfully, he turned around and went out to get a spoon.

After receiving the medicine bowl, Ying Qinglu sat on the head of the bed and hugged him in his arms, and waited for Heizi to bring the spoon.

Looking at the man with his eyes closed tightly in his arms, he was secretly thinking about how to make him fatter. His skinny appearance made him really unbearable. The old woman surnamed Sang said that she was in that He stayed in the courtyard for 21 years and never went out to see anyone, and he didn't know what would happen when he woke up and saw strangers.

"Master, spoon." Heizi walked back holding the spoon.

Ying Qinglu took the spoon and fed the medicine in the bowl into the mouth of the person in his arms little by little. After feeding the medicine, he put the person back on the bed and covered him with a quilt, "Heizi, how long have we been out?"

"140 six days."

"Any news from Mr. Luo?"

"No."

Ying Qinglu waved, "Go."

Heizi quietly backed out with the empty bowl.

Ying Qinglu glanced at the person on the bed, got up and returned to the previous position, picked up the book and continued to read. The room was very quiet, except for the occasional fluttering sound of the candle core burning, there was no other movement.

And at this time, the person on the bed is not what other people see [no movement], if you look carefully, if Ying Qinglu approaches him at this time, you can see his tears continuously falling from the corners of his eyes.

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Qi Wuqi walked on a dark and cold path, he didn't know how long he had walked, the road ahead seemed to never end.

He didn't even realize why he kept walking like this, there was a voice in his brain saying to him, go, go, keep going, don't stop...then he just kept going forward unconsciously .

With a click, the path under his feet suddenly broke, and the front as far as his eyes could see was like a complete mirror being smashed to pieces in an instant, and it was like a jigsaw puzzle he had been playing since he was a child being disrupted.

His feet began to shake violently. Before he could react, his body sank and began to fall.At this moment of falling, he suddenly had his own consciousness and perception as if his soul returned.

While still in shock, he fell into yet another empty darkness, not to mention his body was heavy, and he also had a splitting headache.

He heard someone talking, so he controlled himself to listen carefully and carefully.

The voices of two men, the voice of one of them made him want to tremble uncontrollably, but his body was so imprisoned that he couldn't even tremble.

This voice is obviously so strange, but it seems that it has been integrated into his soul after hearing it thousands of times, which makes him feel heartbroken and nostalgic deeply.

The other party only had a short conversation. He wanted to hear that voice again, but he couldn't hear it...

He wanted to call out to the other party, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.The pain in his head was unbearable, exhaustion seemed to sweep him in, like a huge whirlpool instantly sucked him in, he couldn't hold on any longer, his consciousness seemed to be pulled away instantly, and he fell into a complete coma.

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Zishi [Beijing time 11 to 1 o'clock, and this time is 1 o'clock in the morning]

Ying Qinglu frowned and put down the book in his hand, "Little Duanzi, bring me a jug of wine."

A man in black appeared in front of him silently, "It's too late, it will hurt your body."

"It's good to care about the master, but you still have to listen to what the master has to say, so go ahead." Ying Qinglu leaned back on the chair and waved his sleeves.

Duan Jing pursed his lips and stared at him for a while, and finally went to get him a pot of wine.

The sound of wine pouring into the glass was very clear in this silent night. Ying Qinglu put the wine pot aside and drank it down in one gulp. The wine passed down his throat. He squinted his eyes and turned the wine glass in his hand and said, "This is a long time to drink." The wine is really exciting, not bad, bring me a few jars when you leave."

Duan Jing rolled his eyes in his heart, how many jars would he want to bring with him for about ten glasses of alcohol?

Ying Qinglu glanced at him lightly, then snorted and said, "No matter how much a person can drink this wine, there is a bottom line. Some people can control themselves not to drink it before they get drunk, while some people drink more and more. It’s just that you can’t stop, and in the end, you don’t know whether it’s for the sake of drinking or the wine sucks people’s soul.”

Duan Jing lowered his head after meeting his eyes.

Ying Qinglu waved his sleeves, picked up the flagon on the table, and completely lost his posture. He leaned on the chair and slowly poured the wine in the flagon into the cup, "Have a drink with me ?”

Duan Jing stood aside and stared at him without answering.

Ying Qinglu frowned, "I'm not in the mood to push people today, you can go."

After the words fell, Duan Jingru disappeared in front of him as silently as when he came.

Ying Qinglu lowered his eyes slightly to look at the wine in the glass.

This power is like drinking. If you can control it, it is good. If you can't control it, you will be addicted to it. In the end, you don't know whether it is the person who controls the power or the power controls the person.

It's been 140 days since he came out of that place, but his state of mind hasn't changed at all. Is it true that he soaked in that big dye vat for too long?

Although he said that he would not go back after escaping this time, would he not go back if he said he would not go back?That person is so taboo against him, he must be watched (kan, beep) under his nose.

People, just one word, greedy.

Greedy for power, greedy for profit, even Ying Qinglu couldn't get rid of the word "greedy", that person gave him the word "Qing Yun", but his heart really followed the word.

An Wuqing, leaning towards adultery, leaning left and right, leaning sideways, this is a greedy meaning, he chose the last word for promise, and promise is the standard meaning, in this world, there is only one person who can really say the word promise That is the man who is above ten thousand people.

I have been arguing since I was a child, and I have been arguing for more than ten years, but I was criticized by that person: This person is ruthless and cruel, and he cannot be the best.

He promised to give up the word "Qing Yun" for you to see, abolishing his identity and walking away from it, but that person suspected that he was making trouble outside, so he had to act like a well-intentioned person to persuade him not to abandon his noble status and heaven-sent glory, tsk , If there is a kind-hearted person in that place, Ying Qinglu will swallow him alive.

Everything is false, and retreating is the truth. He is waiting for that person to chase after him, and he is waiting for that person to persuade him!Waiting for him to go home...

A glass of wine is exhausted.

He is greedy but not addicted to wine, no matter how much wine he has, he will not hold the jar to drink, he will pour it into the cup for his enjoyment.

The next day.

When Qi Wuqi opened his eyes, Ying Qinglu was dancing in the courtyard with a sword in his hand. The sword in his hand was flying like a horse, turning left and right.

Qi Wuqi propped himself up slowly, a lock of long hair suddenly fell from his shoulders.He stared blankly at the long hair for a long time, then looked at his hands.In the blink of an eye, the corners of his mouth began to rise slightly, and after reaching out to touch his face, he already had an answer.

The sound of someone practicing sword was heard outside, making him turn his head and look out of the window, but the window was closed and he couldn't see it.

Lifting off the quilt, he casually pulled the clothes hanging on the side and draped them over his body, then put on the cloth shoes on the bed, got out of bed and walked outside.

Standing in front of the door, after adjusting his mentality, he stretched out his hand and pulled it away.

With a creak, the door opened wide, and what he saw was the figure he had been thinking about for a long time.

This is another encounter, this is another beginning...

In the previous life, they fell in love but couldn't stay together... In this life, even if the sky is against the sky, he will stay by his side and accompany his gray hair.

Qi Wuqi laughed.unbelievable?It was against the sky when he came back. From the moment he opened his eyes, the world was destined to change.

Husband... my wife came here to answer...

Ying Qinglu held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and pushed his arm back, the sword in his hand pierced through the air, and plunged straight into Qi Wuqi's side.

How familiar is this scene?

Qi Wuqi stood there staring at him as if he lost his soul.

"I don't know who it is, so it's a fool who woke up." Before falling asleep last night, he had checked Qi Wuxi's pulse, knowing that he would wake up today, so he was not surprised by his appearance.

Qi Wuqi came back to his senses and chuckled, leaning against the door and touching Ying Qinglu's sword: "How can such a sharp sword be thrown around without eyes? If it hurts someone...you will be responsible to the end."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Ying Qinglu's face disappeared quite a bit.

He is as mentally retarded as a child, but my young master is very sensible, he does not cry or make trouble, and he can eat by himself-he remembers what the old woman said clearly, and at this moment it seems that he is completely fine with ordinary people.Could it be that the old woman lied to him?

If so...

Ying Qinglu lowered his head and straightened his clothes and messy hair, "Short joke, I don't want to see him again."

Still so ruthless... Qi Wuqi shook his head laughingly, but at this time Duan Jing had already appeared and strangled his neck.

He smiled softly at Duan Jing, this smile made Duan Jing's hand take a lot of strength.

Seeing that Duan Jing didn't attack immediately, Ying Qinglu walked over.

Seeing this, Duan Jing let go of Qi Wuxi's neck and stepped aside.

After Ying Qinglu looked him up and down, he spared him and walked into the house, and after a while, his voice drifted out from inside, "You are the first person who made my Xiaoduanzi hesitate. That being the case, I won't interfere with your affairs, if I want to leave, I will stay with you."

Qi Wuqi leaned against the door and quietly looked up at the sky, while the little calculations in his heart were clattering.

Husband, I came here through hardships, but you treat me like this?Ah……