Chapter 160: Ling'er, You Can't Do This
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And he said that he was going to meet He Liancheng, which must be related to the Kinugawa massacre seven years ago. As the son of He Yuanshan, He Liancheng must have been aware of who was involved and planned the shocking conspiracy with Bei Di.
The matter of Kinugawa had been stranded in his heart for too long, and now that he had eyes on him, he naturally wanted to find out. This was his promise to the former King Xuan and more than hundred thousand dead soldiers.
More importantly, whether he went on an expedition this time was the old emperor's test for him and the Xuan palace.
Xuan Wang's mansion had been expelling foreign enemies for a hundred years, loyal to the monarch and patriotism, protecting the family and protecting the people, and was highly respected by the world. How could this reputation be ruined by Meng Yuan?
The night became darker and darker, and the huge Xuanwang Mansion seemed to be quieter.
In the bedroom, Zhao Ling helped Meng Yuan sit on the head of the bed, then picked up a bowl of soup and medicine by the bed and handed it to him.
Meng Yuan didn't reach out to pick it up, but opened his mouth slightly, obviously wanting to let Zhao Ling feed him.
Zhao Ling glared at him speechlessly, but sighed after a few seconds. She obediently scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it to his mouth.
A satisfied smile spread across Meng Yuan's handsome face. He usually frowned and found bitter medicine hard to swallow, but today he was enjoying it.
After feeding the medicine, Zhao Ling was held in a tight embrace in his arms.
Seeing her casually playing with his hand, counting his palm lines one by one, Meng Yuan felt that today's Zhao Ling was obedient and docile, which made him a little uneasy and unaccustomed.
Zhao Ling lay lazily on his sturdy chest, clasped his right hand with her slender five fingers, and said softly, "A-Yuan, tonight, I'll stay with you, okay?"
The arm around her tightened, and she heard him laugh in her ears, and a playful voice came from above her head. "Of course, I said, Ling'er is welcome to climb on my bed at any time."
This guy was really making fun of her more and more. Zhao Ling angrily tapped his back with his pink fist, struggling to raise her head, but accidentally bumped into his hard jaw.
The sound of "dong" was very clear in the silent room.
"Ooouch." Zhao Ling grimaced as she touched the top of her head, screaming in pain. "It hurts."
Meng Yuan didn't care about the numb chin that was hit, and hurriedly touched the place where she was hit, and asked anxiously, "Did you hit here? Is it still painful, do you want to call Situ Gong?"
Zhao Ling glared at him, "What, you want to call Mr. Situ over such a trivial matter? There's no need for that. They also have to rest."
Meng Yuan's face sank, "If Ling'er needs it, even if he is paralyzed on the bed, he has to get up for this king. Also, I can't let Ling'er care about other men."
"Huh?" Zhao Ling couldn't be more perplexed by his words. The king was even jealous of Situ Gong, Meng Yuan, can you be any more naive?
Seeing her bowing her head and keeping her mouth shut, Meng Yuan thought she was angry, and felt a little flustered for a while, and called out carefully, "Ling'er."
Zhao Ling raised her head, stared at him fixedly, and whispered softly, "A-Yuan, after two more courses of treatment, your cold poison will be completely cured. When you return from this expedition, your leg disease should be cured. , then we'll be married, okay?"
Hearing this, Meng Yuan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe what he heard. He asked incredulously. "Ling'er, you...you mean...married?"
"Yeah." Zhao Ling nodded affirmatively, "Last time at Qinzheng Palace, I rejected your request for marriage. This time, it's my turn to propose to you. Are you willing?"
Ling'er, she proposed to him! Although Meng Yuan heard the word "proposal" for the first time, it did not prevent him from understanding Zhao Ling's meaning.
The overwhelming joy flooded Meng Yuan's heart in an instant, the ecstasy in his eyes seemed to overflow, and the hand holding Zhao Ling's shoulder trembled slightly. With a "Ling'er", he kissed her lips without hesitation.
Zhao Ling raised her head meekly to meet his movements, and heard his loving whispers in her ears.
"Ling'er... I, Meng Yuan, in this life... only love you alone..."
Zhao Ling was moved in her heart too, and responded to his request with enthusiasm she had never felt before.
Meng Yuan was full of joy, and was about to roll over and press Zhao Ling onto the bed to make the next move, but suddenly felt dizzy, and the arms that were holding her delicate body gradually lost their strength, and then the whole person slumped and could only powerlessly fell on the bedside.
Zhao Ling slowly opened her eyes, her long and dense eyelashes trembled, and there seemed to be a misty mist in her beautiful eyes.
"Ling'er, you...why did you do this?" Meng Yuan forced his consciousness to prevent himself from falling unconscious, his slightly narrowed eyes full of unexpected surprises.
Zhao Ling caressed his thin cheek very gently, her thumb lightly rubbed his angular thin lips, and said softly, "A-Yuan, I'm sorry, I have to do this. There are only the last ten or so cold poison left. It can be completely cured in a day, so I don't want you jeopardising all the previous efforts."
Treating cold poison was not an overnight thing, and the process was definitely not easy. If all previous efforts were abandoned like this, wasn't the pain he had endured over the past few months in vain?
"No... Ling'er, you can't do this...."
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And he said that he was going to meet He Liancheng, which must be related to the Kinugawa massacre seven years ago. As the son of He Yuanshan, He Liancheng must have been aware of who was involved and planned the shocking conspiracy with Bei Di.
The matter of Kinugawa had been stranded in his heart for too long, and now that he had eyes on him, he naturally wanted to find out. This was his promise to the former King Xuan and more than hundred thousand dead soldiers.
More importantly, whether he went on an expedition this time was the old emperor's test for him and the Xuan palace.
Xuan Wang's mansion had been expelling foreign enemies for a hundred years, loyal to the monarch and patriotism, protecting the family and protecting the people, and was highly respected by the world. How could this reputation be ruined by Meng Yuan?
The night became darker and darker, and the huge Xuanwang Mansion seemed to be quieter.
In the bedroom, Zhao Ling helped Meng Yuan sit on the head of the bed, then picked up a bowl of soup and medicine by the bed and handed it to him.
Meng Yuan didn't reach out to pick it up, but opened his mouth slightly, obviously wanting to let Zhao Ling feed him.
Zhao Ling glared at him speechlessly, but sighed after a few seconds. She obediently scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it to his mouth.
A satisfied smile spread across Meng Yuan's handsome face. He usually frowned and found bitter medicine hard to swallow, but today he was enjoying it.
After feeding the medicine, Zhao Ling was held in a tight embrace in his arms.
Seeing her casually playing with his hand, counting his palm lines one by one, Meng Yuan felt that today's Zhao Ling was obedient and docile, which made him a little uneasy and unaccustomed.
Zhao Ling lay lazily on his sturdy chest, clasped his right hand with her slender five fingers, and said softly, "A-Yuan, tonight, I'll stay with you, okay?"
The arm around her tightened, and she heard him laugh in her ears, and a playful voice came from above her head. "Of course, I said, Ling'er is welcome to climb on my bed at any time."
This guy was really making fun of her more and more. Zhao Ling angrily tapped his back with his pink fist, struggling to raise her head, but accidentally bumped into his hard jaw.
The sound of "dong" was very clear in the silent room.
"Ooouch." Zhao Ling grimaced as she touched the top of her head, screaming in pain. "It hurts."
Meng Yuan didn't care about the numb chin that was hit, and hurriedly touched the place where she was hit, and asked anxiously, "Did you hit here? Is it still painful, do you want to call Situ Gong?"
Zhao Ling glared at him, "What, you want to call Mr. Situ over such a trivial matter? There's no need for that. They also have to rest."
Meng Yuan's face sank, "If Ling'er needs it, even if he is paralyzed on the bed, he has to get up for this king. Also, I can't let Ling'er care about other men."
"Huh?" Zhao Ling couldn't be more perplexed by his words. The king was even jealous of Situ Gong, Meng Yuan, can you be any more naive?
Seeing her bowing her head and keeping her mouth shut, Meng Yuan thought she was angry, and felt a little flustered for a while, and called out carefully, "Ling'er."
Zhao Ling raised her head, stared at him fixedly, and whispered softly, "A-Yuan, after two more courses of treatment, your cold poison will be completely cured. When you return from this expedition, your leg disease should be cured. , then we'll be married, okay?"
Hearing this, Meng Yuan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe what he heard. He asked incredulously. "Ling'er, you...you mean...married?"
"Yeah." Zhao Ling nodded affirmatively, "Last time at Qinzheng Palace, I rejected your request for marriage. This time, it's my turn to propose to you. Are you willing?"
Ling'er, she proposed to him! Although Meng Yuan heard the word "proposal" for the first time, it did not prevent him from understanding Zhao Ling's meaning.
The overwhelming joy flooded Meng Yuan's heart in an instant, the ecstasy in his eyes seemed to overflow, and the hand holding Zhao Ling's shoulder trembled slightly. With a "Ling'er", he kissed her lips without hesitation.
Zhao Ling raised her head meekly to meet his movements, and heard his loving whispers in her ears.
"Ling'er... I, Meng Yuan, in this life... only love you alone..."
Zhao Ling was moved in her heart too, and responded to his request with enthusiasm she had never felt before.
Meng Yuan was full of joy, and was about to roll over and press Zhao Ling onto the bed to make the next move, but suddenly felt dizzy, and the arms that were holding her delicate body gradually lost their strength, and then the whole person slumped and could only powerlessly fell on the bedside.
Zhao Ling slowly opened her eyes, her long and dense eyelashes trembled, and there seemed to be a misty mist in her beautiful eyes.
"Ling'er, you...why did you do this?" Meng Yuan forced his consciousness to prevent himself from falling unconscious, his slightly narrowed eyes full of unexpected surprises.
Zhao Ling caressed his thin cheek very gently, her thumb lightly rubbed his angular thin lips, and said softly, "A-Yuan, I'm sorry, I have to do this. There are only the last ten or so cold poison left. It can be completely cured in a day, so I don't want you jeopardising all the previous efforts."
Treating cold poison was not an overnight thing, and the process was definitely not easy. If all previous efforts were abandoned like this, wasn't the pain he had endured over the past few months in vain?
"No... Ling'er, you can't do this...."
And he said that he was going to meet He Liancheng, which must be related to the Kinugawa massacre seven years ago. As the son of He Yuanshan, He Liancheng must have been aware of who was involved and planned the shocking conspiracy with Bei Di.The matter of Kinugawa had been stranded in his heart for too long, and now that he had eyes on him, he naturally wanted to find out. This was his promise to the former King Xuan and more than hundred thousand dead soldiers.More importantly, whether he went on an expedition this time was the old emperor's test for him and the Xuan palace. Xuan Wang's mansion had been expelling foreign enemies for a hundred years, loyal to the monarch and patriotism, protecting the family and protecting the people, and was highly respected by the world. How could this reputation be ruined by Meng Yuan?The night became darker and darker, and the huge Xuanwang Mansion seemed to be quieter.In the bedroom, Zhao Ling helped Meng Yuan sit on the head of the bed, then picked up a bowl of soup and medicine by the bed and handed it to him.Meng Yuan didn't reach out to pick it up, but opened his mouth slightly, obviously wanting to let Zhao Ling feed him.Zhao Ling glared at him speechlessly, but sighed after a few seconds. She obediently scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it to his mouth.A satisfied smile spread across Meng Yuan's handsome face. He usually frowned and found bitter medicine hard to swallow, but today he was enjoying it.After feeding the medicine, Zhao Ling was held in a tight embrace in his arms.Seeing her casually playing with his hand, counting his palm lines one by one, Meng Yuan felt that today's Zhao Ling was obedient and docile, which made him a little uneasy and unaccustomed.Zhao Ling lay lazily on his sturdy chest, clasped his right hand with her slender five fingers, and said softly, "A-Yuan, tonight, I'll stay with you, okay?"The arm around her tightened, and she heard him laugh in her ears, and a playful voice came from above her head. "Of course, I said, Ling'er is welcome to climb on my bed at any time."This guy was really making fun of her more and more. Zhao Ling angrily tapped his back with his pink fist, struggling to raise her head, but accidentally bumped into his hard jaw.The sound of "dong" was very clear in the silent room."Ooouch." Zhao Ling grimaced as she touched the top of her head, screaming in pain. "It hurts."Meng Yuan didn't care about the numb chin that was hit, and hurriedly touched the place where she was hit, and asked anxiously, "Did you hit here? Is it still painful, do you want to call Situ Gong?"Zhao Ling glared at him, "What, you want to call Mr. Situ over such a trivial matter? There's no need for that. They also have to rest."Meng Yuan's face sank, "If Ling'er needs it, even if he is paralyzed on the bed, he has to get up for this king. Also, I can't let Ling'er care about other men.""Huh?" Zhao Ling couldn't be more perplexed by his words. The king was even jealous of Situ Gong, Meng Yuan, can you be any more naive?Seeing her bowing her head and keeping her mouth shut, Meng Yuan thought she was angry, and felt a little flustered for a while, and called out carefully, "Ling'er."Zhao Ling raised her head, stared at him fixedly, and whispered softly, "A-Yuan, after two more courses of treatment, your cold poison will be completely cured. When you return from this expedition, your leg disease should be cured. , then we'll be married, okay?"Hearing this, Meng Yuan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe what he heard. He asked incredulously. "Ling'er, you...you mean...married?""Yeah." Zhao Ling nodded affirmatively, "Last time at Qinzheng Palace, I rejected your request for marriage. This time, it's my turn to propose to you. Are you willing?"Ling'er, she proposed to him! Although Meng Yuan heard the word "proposal" for the first time, it did not prevent him from understanding Zhao Ling's meaning.The overwhelming joy flooded Meng Yuan's heart in an instant, the ecstasy in his eyes seemed to overflow, and the hand holding Zhao Ling's shoulder trembled slightly. With a "Ling'er", he kissed her lips without hesitation.Zhao Ling raised her head meekly to meet his movements, and heard his loving whispers in her ears."Ling'er... I, Meng Yuan, in this life... only love you alone..."Zhao Ling was moved in her heart too, and responded to his request with enthusiasm she had never felt before.Meng Yuan was full of joy, and was about to roll over and press Zhao Ling onto the bed to make the next move, but suddenly felt dizzy, and the arms that were holding her delicate body gradually lost their strength, and then the whole person slumped and could only powerlessly fell on the bedside.Zhao Ling slowly opened her eyes, her long and dense eyelashes trembled, and there seemed to be a misty mist in her beautiful eyes."Ling'er, you...why did you do this?" Meng Yuan forced his consciousness to prevent himself from falling unconscious, his slightly narrowed eyes full of unexpected surprises.Zhao Ling caressed his thin cheek very gently, her thumb lightly rubbed his angular thin lips, and said softly, "A-Yuan, I'm sorry, I have to do this. There are only the last ten or so cold poison left. It can be completely cured in a day, so I don't want you jeopardising all the previous efforts."Treating cold poison was not an overnight thing, and the process was definitely not easy. If all previous efforts were abandoned like this, wasn't the pain he had endured over the past few months in vain?"No... Ling'er, you can't do this...."
