After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 229 It turns out that you have become my heart
These three words made him murmur with a sense of appeal.

He called over and over again, though he couldn't hear any voice in response.

How could Su Jiu'er respond to him, she was not here, let alone curled up in his arms and let him hold her.

All possessions are just because this is a dream.

Skin is silky smooth, soft and smooth to the touch.

If this is a dream, he can do anything lustful to her.

But he didn't show any rude actions or reactions right now, he just tightened his arms silently, holding Su Jiu'er in his arms.

Su Jiu'er once slapped him for this.

That level of pain is not worth mentioning, but what made Yan Yunxiao at a loss was Su Jiuer's disgusted eyes and stubborn crying.

It was Su Jiuer who made him see his selfish heart clearly, so he always felt guilty in front of Su Jiuer.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of his mother and concubine.

Did he really get her when he thought he got her?
May I ask his father, did he really get her mother and concubine?

Yan Yunxiao knew better than anyone else that her mother and concubine had never given her heart to his father.

He thought it was his father's sorrow.

And this sorrow stems from his strength, his capture, and his aloofness as it should be.

He let go of Su Jiu'er, so it was a kind of forgiveness to himself.

So he is no longer attached to desires and possessions.

He hoped that Su Jiu'er would remember him well.

remember forever.

His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up, not even a little bit of light could penetrate.

She felt Su Jiuer lying in front of him and shaking his body, talking to him in a slightly hoarse voice, as if calling him to get up.

The voice was low and shallow, Yan Yunxiao couldn't hear it clearly.

He remembered that a long time ago, he and Su Jiu'er had never had such a big quarrel. They ate and lived together in Yinhua Palace, and he was the one who woke her up when he came back from the next morning.

Only when he took a nap at noon and asked Su Jiuer to remember the time to call him up to deal with business, Su Jiuer would lean into his ear and talk.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, go to work, get up and go to work."

She said some words he didn't understand, but it didn't stop him from pretending to be asleep.

Only then did Su Jiu'er gently shake his shoulders over and over again, as if she was being coquettish.

It was clearly such a bland and featureless daily life, but it became the most reluctant memory in Yan Yunxiao's mind.

Yan Yunxiao felt that he was about to die.

It is said that before death, people can see the most beautiful picture in their life, which is true.

Su Jiu'er stared at his face for a while, then called him for a long time, but there was no response, only the corners of his lips raised slightly, as if thinking of something pleasant.

He tried to portray Su Jiu'er's face in the dream.

If he pretended not to wake up, Su Jiu'er would have a face full of anger, a pair of peach blossom eyes staring at him, and slightly pursed red lips meant that he was about to question.

"Su Jiuer Su Jiuer."

He murmured unconsciously, and someone's name became something on his mind that couldn't be resolved.

Su Jiu'er was very excited and joyful at the reaction of his sleep talk, which means that Yan Yunxiao's physical strength has indeed recovered a lot.

And he called her, which means he remembers himself.

There is no such thing as entering the state of brutality and madness that everyone said.

But he yelled over and over again, and every time he yelled, he was fascinated and fascinated, which made Su Jiu'er feel very uncomfortable.

Su Jiu'er moved her gaze away from his face as if dodging, then lowered her eyes to take the needle.

Pricking the acupuncture points for too long will cause some limbs to feel numb, which is the same as the feeling in her heart at the moment.

As the silver needles were removed one by one, the blood that should have been stopped was stopped, and the feeling of Yan Yunxiao's body gradually recovered.

In addition to the sweetness and softness in his arms, there is also the bitter and fishy smell in his mouth, the cracking pain in his shoulders, the pain in his back, and the shallow tingling pain in his chest and respiratory tract, all of which swept over.

Instinctively, his brows gradually furrowed, respecting the physical discomfort.

Su Jiu'er's face in the dream was not fully portrayed, she was about to get up and leave.

He refused, but held her hand tightly and looked at her without saying a word.

He wanted to say ten thousand words of retention, but he couldn't make any sound.

He could only call over and over again, Su Jiuer, Su Jiuer.

My Su Jiuer.

Su Jiu'er looked down at his big palm, which was tugging at the tie of her thin skirt. With a little force, the only layer of cloth could be removed from her whole body, and her brows twitched.

So he stretched out his hand and buckled it, ready to break off his fingers one by one, and then pulled away to leave.

In the dream, Su Jiu'er was determined to leave, to shake off his arm.

An indescribable sadness and grievance suddenly rushed to my heart.

Xu said that after today's ceremony, Yan Yunxiao was agitated by the fragrance, and witnessed Ji Chuan's frame-up, which angered him and completely lifted his restless mood.

Later, because of King Qi's pressing step by step, he was defenseless and exposed his uncontrollable and brutal side to everyone.

Everyone glanced over suspiciously and appreciatively, and pushed the already sensitive Xia to the sharp edge of the speech.

He is alone, without support.

That was the scene that Yan Yunxiao feared and disliked the most.

He also subconsciously looked for Su Jiuer's figure on the grand ceremony, looking for his own sense of security.

But not found.

At that moment, his fragility could be shattered by a negative sentence.

General Douhu approved him unswervingly, and only then did he regain a trace of reason, and hid in Longhua Palace with a self-righteous glimmer of life.

In that emotional state, he didn't have lofty plans, he was just single, extreme, and wanted to avoid the sight of everyone, and he didn't want his crazy appearance to fall into the eyes of others.

This was the situation before he passed out. After gradually waking up, he naturally returned to this whirlpool.

If even Su Jiuer wants to leave
Then there is no more.

The mind is condensed at this moment, besides death, will there be other things in the future?

It turns out, it turns out.

It turned out that Su Jiu'er was the source of his fighting power, and it was his own, indestructible safe haven.

Su Jiu'er looked at the two fingers that she had just parted, and suddenly clenched them tightly again, so hard that the blood that had just stopped on his arm gushed out again, instantly staining the bandage.

In an extremely chaotic state, Yan Yunxiao tried his best to open his eyes a little bit.

There is no light in the room, and the room is equally chaotic. Even a sober person can barely see the blurred outlines of the indoor decorations.

But he felt as if he saw it.

He saw Su Jiu'er's vague outline.

Leaning in his arms, she raised her head and stared at him with a pair of scorching peach eyes, her pink lips were slightly pursed, with a nervous expression on her face.

(End of this chapter)