Since he was born, he has never called the grandmother of Cao.

It was not because he didn't call me, but because Cao didn't want him to call her grandmother at all. She always said to him with a serious face and cold and heartless look: "Ning Zhaoyuan, no matter when and where, you are not allowed to call me grandmother, you can only call me mother."

But at this moment, when he heard another self on the scorched earth call out to Cao that he would never dare to expect in his life, he was shocked and full of grievances.

Cao smiled and did not scold him as usual.

The man in the mysterious clothes holding her struggled and begged, "Amn...Amn! You insist on persisting. Ziyue and Grandma are still waiting for us to return in Linhe! And... And Nuannuan! You love her the most. If she lets her know, the grandmother who loves her the most will leave... how uncomfortable she will be?"

The young man tried his best to persuade Cao not to give up his hope of life.

However, Cao slowly shook his head, his face showed fatigue and his expression was faint. Finally, he spoke, but he was weak and weak: "For my mother... I really can't hold on. Zhao'er, the person I feel most sorry for in my life is you. I have never given you any care, so that you have been lonely since childhood, living in the shadow of Ning Zheng, and not breathing."

She swallowed and poured blood from her abdomen, forcing herself to say her last words to Ning Nanyou.

The tall and majestic man stuffed his ears and resisted desperately: "Don't say anything more. I don't want to listen to this! My mother, if you really feel sorry for me, then stick to it. When the next day, we mother and son have time to dissolve the frost."

He growled at Cao like a child who was wronged, and refused to let go no matter what.

Cao grabbed the corner of his clothes, held it with a breath, and tried to say to him: "Zhao'er. Remember... neither me nor your father, I don't want... I don't want you to fall into hatred for the rest of your life and force yourself into a desperate situation. Aluo, Aluo, is a good girl. While she is still by your side, don't... don't be like your father and I... irreversible. Good... Seize the opportunity."

After finishing his words, Cao suddenly gasped and his chest was fluctuating violently.

Standing on one side, Ning Nanyou, who was like a floating soul, noticed something was wrong with her, so he turned his foot toward the other side of the two.

After turning around, he saw a scene that made him tremble all over.

A feather arrow was inserted on the side of Cao's waist. Most of the arrow body had been sank into his body. The wound was covered in blood and scarlet red on his skirt.

She grabbed the handle of the arrow with her hand, and suddenly applied force, pulling out the long arrow that was inserted between her skin.

The cold arrow was pulled out in an instant and was thrown out by her.

A huge hole appeared at the wound where she was shot, and blood fluttered out and flowed wildly.

The beautiful woman twitched twice, widened her eyes, gritted her teeth and looked at the distant sky, showing her look as if she was ready to die.

Ning Nanyou walked up and wanted to stop Cao's movements, but he passed through the two people sitting on the ground and fell into the pile of corpses beside him in a mess.

When he turned his head and looked over, he saw the man in the mysterious robe holding her in shock. When he reacted, he panicked and blocked the blood hole in the beautiful woman's waist with his hands, and said at a loss: "My mother! Mom! No! No!"

Cao was nestled in his arms, and his smooth face gradually lost its vitality.

At the last moment of life and death, her eyes burned out the last ray of light, and then it dissipated without any more glory.

She closed her eyes with satisfaction, smiling at the corners of her lips, as if she was relieved, without any pain.

"My mother!"

"Mother!"

"Wake up? My son has a lot to say to you."

"My mother!"

"My mother!"

The sound of hissing was heard throughout this ruin.

The young man in black clothes burst into tears, burst into tears, and couldn't help but tremble and twitch.

Ning Nanyou stopped not far away, staring at himself in his dream, holding the beautiful woman's body, and cried like a fool.

A great pain spread in his heart.

It seems that something is gradually losing.

The blue sky is inlaid with the ancient capital that is burning with fire, as if the green jade and the fiery red garlands are closely integrated.

Everything seemed so dazzling.

The severe pain spread throughout his body. Ning Nanyou woke up from the nightmare and was sweating heavily. He struggled forward with his hands and feet, shouting in his mouth: "My mother!"

The emptiness and coldness left behind after the dream slowly settled down.

Suddenly, he heard a nervous and urgent call coming from his ears: "Erlang? What's wrong? Is he having a nightmare?"

When he woke up, a little worried face appeared in front of his eyes, staring at him tightly, feeling uneasy.

Ning Nanyou let out a long sigh, subconsciously looked around, and found that he was still in the building of Shuiting Courtyard, so he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

When the girl saw that the cold beads on his forehead were wet, she felt very distressed and raised her sleeves to wipe his sweat.

"What's wrong? What terrible dream did you have? You're so frightened and panicked?" She asked softly, looking at the wound on his chest. After a night, mottled and visible blood seeped out from the gauze, which made people feel a little shocking.

Before she could wait for the husband's reply, she sighed softly: "Wait a minute, I'll get the clothes and gauze you have changed."

The husband did not stop her, but still looked shocked. He could not recover from his dream just now. He struggled to hold himself up on the soft pillow behind him and gasped quietly.

When the girl returned with gauze and her new middle cloak, he improved a little. She looked at her and called softly: "A Luo..."

Jiang Chengjia gathered her thin dress with half of her shoulders exposed outside. Although her hair was messy, she still had a beauty. She sat beside her husband. When she heard him call her, she replied obediently: "Well... I'm here."

Ning Nanyou turned his head and turned around, hugging Jiang Chengjia, who was still tearing the gauze, into his arms, buried his entire cheek in her shoulder, and rubbed it lightly twice.

Jiang Chengjia was itchy on his shoulders, and she giggled twice, and said gently: "Stop making trouble. After sleeping all night, it's time for you to change the medicine, otherwise, the wound will be infected."

She gently pushed his shoulder, trying to get the medicine bottle on the couch.

But Ning Nanyou refused to let her go, and hugged her tighter with all his dependence: "Let me hug her for a while. I don't want to let go."

The girl was ridiculous and could only let him hold her, and whispered to the point of tentatively: "What nightmare did you have? Is it... related to your mother? How did you wake up like a child?"

Ning Nan was worried for a while and didn't slap it.

Jiang Chengjia stopped asking and listened quietly to the sound of the man's breathing in his ears.

After a while, Ning Nanyou finally raised his face from her shoulders, and looked at her with a hoarse expression: "A Luo. I dreamed of my mother...Mother died in my arms."

The girl's eyes stagnated and said with a worried look: "How could she have such a dream?"

Ning Nanyou shook his head and said, "I don't know... in my dream... Chang'an is scorched earth. My mother was seriously injured. She... Aluo, am I too willful? I only care about my own plans, but never consider your safety..."

He suddenly stopped and didn't know how to continue.

The scene of Cao pulling out the long arrow from his waist appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but tremble for a moment.

He had a intuition in his heart that he always felt that the miserable defeat in Chang'an in his dream was caused by him, and Cao's death was also caused by him.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengjia immediately stepped forward and hugged him, and coaxed him softly, "Okay, okay. That's just a dream. Isn't my mother doing well in Linhe now? After the matter in the North is resolved, you and I will be able to go back."

It would have been fine if Jiang Chengjia had comforted him like this in the past.

But today, he dare not let go of his dreams easily.

After experiencing the previous few times, he felt more and more that every dream he had now had had some premonition, as if he reminded him again.

He remained silent, and his face gradually became strange and embarrassing.

Seeing that he had no sound again, Jiang Chengjia couldn't help but frown, let go of his hands, sat a little farther, and looked face to face with his husband.

She said to him seriously: "Erlang. No matter what, I will do my best to protect the people around you and me. Your mother is my mother. Her safety is also the top priority in my heart. With your protection from you and me, there is a wall of iron that no one can break through. Therefore, the scenes in your dreams will definitely not appear."

Ning Nanyou looked slightly cool, and he looked at her in dismay, feeling sad.

He knew that once Jiang Chengjia made a promise, he would do his best to take action.

However, he was still afraid. The scenes in the nightmare made him unable to calm down.

However, in order not to worry the girl in front of her, Ning Nanyou nodded slowly.

Jiang Chengjia's face looked Panasonic and coaxed him again, "Then...will I change the medicine and bandage you now?"

The husband nodded again and stared at her with a flat look.

The girl stretched out her hand, took off her sweat-soaked middle clothes for him, and carefully took the silk squid soaked in hot water to wipe the sweat stains for him. She then gently untied the strip of cloth bandaged on his chest.

There was another scar in the middle of the scarred chest of the man, which looked a little hideous and terrifying.

Jiang Chengjia stared at the wound, still feeling scared.

When she rescued Ning Nanyou from Cangshan, the doctor said that his injury was serious and difficult to cure, and he might be in danger.

Later, when a group of people in the mansion were waiting for the medical order to draw arrows, she watched helplessly.

Even though Ning Nanyou had broken a piece of arrow body, the arrow drawn was still half a foot long.

The medical order said that if the arrow shot a little further, it would hit his heart, making it impossible for him to save the gods.

The thrilling and uneasy at that time almost made Jiang Chengjia collapse.

Now, even though the wound on Lang Jun’s chest has been sewn, she still feels a sense of fear covering her heart, which makes her unable to bear.
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