Ning Nanyou limped back to the inner courtyard, and no one in the eunuch in the royal palace dared to come forward to support him. He gritted his teeth and walked into Qitingxuan alone, and walked around several corridors. But his consciousness gradually became weak, and he staggered and fell on the bluestone brick road. All his persistence instantly collapsed. He lay on the ground, barely withdrawing a smile from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually closed, and gradually lost consciousness.

Jiang Chengjia followed him to the corridor. When she saw him in a coma, she felt uncontrollable panic in her heart. She rushed over, her eyes full of tears, and she knelt at his side at a loss, unable to control her fear.

The scenery in the small corridor gradually blurred, and the gentle wind gently brushed across the house filled with sorrow, leaving without leaving a trace of affection. It seemed that God had never favored them, and always smashed all the beauty into memories, leaving the cruel reality behind, and planned step by step, using everything to destroy the only tenderness left in their hearts.

Ning Nanyou had a long dream. In the dream, a little girl left a vague figure in his messy childhood. It was a nostalgic back, one of the few warmths that he could touch in his life. He fell asleep and kept thinking that he would stay in that memory and never wake up again.

However, the scene of his mother being tortured soon came one after another in his dream, and the scene in front of him was tormenting him like hell on earth. When his mother was strangled by someone's fair neck, her hands shook desperately at him, and her beautiful eyes showed a suffocating despair, he was trembling all over, wanting to scream but unable to make any sound. He was tightly pinned down, struggling constantly, but unable to escape, watching his close relatives be humiliated...

He opened his eyes suddenly and gasped in big mouthfuls. He felt the cold air suddenly pouring into his chest, making him unable to breathe for a while. Soon, he sensed the severe pain from his back.

Ning Nanyou locked his eyebrows tightly, and his eyes looked at the white gauze hanging on the couch with red eyes, his face as if dead.

He stared at the roof beam without any hesitation for a long time, and turned his pupils that were almost stiff, and a line of clear tears slid down from the corners of his eyes without warning. He thought for a long time before he realized where he was.

At this time, the door of the house was pushed open from outside, and a cool breeze blew gently into the door. He heard the movement and turned his head stiffly and looked towards the door. Jiang Chengjia stood in front of the door with a copper basin of hot water and walked in carefully.

Ning Nanyou opened his eyes, like a puppet, staring at her with dull eyes and despair.

Jiang Chengjia kept hanging his head, tiptoed down the copper basin in his hand, and then turned to look at him, only to find that he had woken up.

She was extremely surprised and called out, "Mr.

Ning Nanyou stared at her, wondering what she was thinking.

Jiang Chengjia held his cold hands and said in his eyes, "You have finally woken up."

He blinked gently, moved his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "You... have been here?" He asked with caution, even with a hint of expectation.

Her eyes turned red and nodded silently, "You have been in a coma for a day and a night, and Doctor Sun said... If you can't wake up today, you may be in danger of your life. Fortunately, you have woken up."

Ning Nanyou continued to stare at her and remained silent.

Jiang Chengjia tried hard to restrain her emotions, and her nose was sore and unbearable. She avoided his gaze, turned around and picked up a silk scarf and soaked it in a copper basin, and then turned around and her eyes were full of redness.

She trembled and said, "Can Jun turn over? Doctor Sun said, Jun Jun's injury... takes two hours to last medicine..."

He moved his eyes slowly and hesitantly, but he did not respond to her, but he gritted his teeth and tried to turn it around, but he had no strength at all. After a while, he shook his head and whispered, "Forget it, don't need to apply medicine for me. These injuries are not in the way. I have survived this way before and can't die."

He said it very calmly, and he briefly described everything that happened in the hall a day ago.

Jiang Chengjia's hand holding the scarf paused slightly, and the tears he had been holding back suddenly broke through the tear dam at this moment and fell down. She knelt on the edge of the bed, her eyes were red, and she asked tremblingly, "Junhou has always been here like this before?"

Seeing her crying, Ning Nanyou was stunned, then slowly lowered his eyes and mocked, "Are you... pitying me?"

Jiang Chengjia couldn't bear the severe pain in his heart. He held the scarf in his hand tightly, lowered his head and swallowed even more. Seeing that she didn't reply, Ning Nanyou showed a hint of mocking in his eyes, "How did I come here in the past, no need for the wife to worry about it."

He turned his head and closed his eyes.

Jiang Chengjia gritted her teeth and frantically controlled the sourness spreading in her heart. She carefully held his shoulders, trying to help him turn his body around. But Ning Nanyou frowned tightly and said coldly, "Get out."

She paused the movements in her hand, and tears in her eyes couldn't stop falling. She ignored his cold words and slowly turned him over. Ning Nanyou could not move at this moment, so she could only let her do it. But he hated her self-talk like this, and roared at her in a low voice, "Get out! Get out of here!"

At this moment, he is not like Ning Nanyou who is tolerant and restrained in daily life, but more like a child whose weakest part is exposed, wanting to build the last line of defense and protect the fragile self.

Jiang Chengjia ignored his harsh words and gently lifted his clothes. Ning Nanyou's scars, his bloody back was exposed to her eyes.

She gritted her teeth and wiped the wound with a trembling scarf for him. Sourness, heartache, guilt, despair, and anger mixed in her heart, causing her hands to tremble violently. But she tried hard to restrain, restrain the indescribable pain in her heart, and cleared the wound for him.

Jiang Chengjia threw the scarf back into the copper basin, and the water in the basin had turned red.

Ning Nanyou leaned on the pillow tiredly, knowing that he was powerless to resist her, and finally the roar turned into a begging, "Jiang Mengluo, please go out."

He summoned her words, and the low call was filled with helplessness. Jiang Chengjia could no longer control her mood, snatched the door and rushed to the corridor, collapsed and cried.

She cried so hard that she fell to the cold ground, hugged herself tightly, and her whole body started to thrust. Qianshan kept guarding nearby, and hurried over when she heard the movement. From a distance, she saw a smaller figure huddled in the corner, extremely helpless.

Her eyes turned red and she slowly squatted beside the girl who was crying like a child, hugged her in her arms, and comforted her in a low voice, "Girl, Qianshan is here. Girl, don't be sad. Girl, it's not your fault."

Jiang Chengjia opened her red and swollen eyes and looked at Qianshan, crying in silence.

This is a torment for thousands of years, and Fu Yang in every life lives in hell. She is alone, stepping on the blade every day, watching Fu Yang like this, and she feels so painful.

"Qianshan..." She could only call out these two words, and the extremely chaotic emotions were intertwined, making her unable to express them.

Qianshan saw her helplessness, her sadness, and her fatigue, just as no one could understand Fu Yang. No one in this world could understand the pain in Jiang Chengjia's heart. Even she could not understand it. She just felt extremely distressed, feeling sorry for this girl who originally loved to laugh but gradually lost herself in the torrent of time.

Ning Nanyou did not hear the movement outside, but just closed his eyes very tired, extremely sleepy.

Jiang Chengjia leaned in Qianshan's arms and cried helplessly for a long time. Qianshan then leaned on her, accompanied her, and carefully cared for her. She was infected by her emotions and her eyes were redder.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and Qianshan's legs were completely numb. Jiang Chengjia gradually stopped her emotions and slowly raised her head. All emotions were calmed down in her red and swollen eyes, but her face was silently replaced with expressions of disgust and hatred. She lowered her eyes and spoke again, and her voice was hoarse, "Can Ji Xianzhi come back?"

She asked softly. Qianshan paused, frowned slightly and said, "No."

Jiang Chengjia stood up tiredly, rubbed his numb legs, pulled Qianshan from the ground, and then walked towards Yuncheng Pavilion silently. The mansion was full of eyeliners. Everything that happened in the palace, King Rui's mansion, the King Huai and Emperor Wei would know in less than an hour. She and Ning Nanyou had no secret at all.

Although she cried out in disobedience, she was not without her own calculations.

Her collapse and crying would make Emperor Wei and Ning Zheng think that she and Ning Nanyou and his wife were in conflict. They would make the two think that everything was in their plan.

Jiang Chengjia suddenly felt ridiculous. Now she even had to plot herself in, just to protect herself and Ning Nanyou.

If she was really too close to Ning Nanyou and acted too close, it would arouse suspicion between Emperor Wei and King Huai. After all, she was forced to marry into Prince Rui's mansion by Ning Nanyou. No matter how she was left to fate and how loyal to the emperor, she would never enter the role of a wife so quickly, because it is not a trivial matter for a woman to lose her integrity. There will be no woman in this world who can accept someone who has hurt her as her husband so quickly. If she had not made a big fuss with Ning Nanyou, Emperor Wei would think that Jiang had planned to accompany Ning Nanyou to perform this drama, thus becoming suspicious of her brother and Shuige.

Ning Zheng would think that Ning Nanyou was fascinated by sex and would become more aggressive in dealing with Jiang's family. If necessary, in order to take away the only Ye Kong Pavilion and Jingshuwei in Ning Nanyou's hands, he could even abandon his son.

If she and Ning Nanyou were incompatible, the suspicion of the Emperor of Wei and the King of Huai would be greatly reduced.

Jiang Chengjia and Qianshan supported each other and returned to Yuncheng Pavilion.

When the moment the two of them stepped into the master bedroom of the pavilion and locked the door tightly, Jiang Chengjia took back the hatred on his face and let out a long sigh.
Chapter completed!