Chapter 68： It broke our hearts (2/2)

Xiao Yu'an is in a bad mood.

Extremely bad, he gradually discovered one thing, no matter how he changed the original story before, but the overall direction seems to be pulled back by the invisible power.

But after the red sleeves were killed for themselves, Xiao Yu'an didn't want to sit still, what he wanted to change.

Because his life is not simply his life, but also the life of the northern king of the king saved by the red sleeve.

Suddenly, the sound of the porcelain bowl landing and the coughing sound of the Weihe River were heard in the inner chamber. Xiao Yu'an and the old doctors were all stunned. Xiao Yu'an stood up and stopped.

The old doctor quickly walked into the inner room and hurried out, telling Xiao Yu'an: ”The emperor, he woke up.”

Xiao Yuan nodded and walked to the door of the room, but did not enter immediately.

Xiao Yu'an has always tried to treat himself as an outsider. There is a very important reason: he does not know how to weigh the North and the Weihe.

He thought that he could always ignore the contradiction between the two and protect the Qihe Qing while strengthening the North.

But in this world, there are two full laws.

The red-sleeved fragrant Xiaoyu made Xiao Yu Anche thoroughly awake, letting him know that he was never an outsider, never, if it was before, Xiao Yuan would hesitate between the two.

But now he won't.

He can't live up to the death of the red sleeve.

Absolutely not.

Xiao Yuan took a deep breath and pushed the door.

Luohe Qing sat on the bed and was bending over to try to pick up the porcelain bowl that he touched when he woke up. Xiao Yuan walked in, picked up the porcelain bowl, and placed it next to the bed. He looked at the river and asked: ”Are you okay? Feeling? how is it?”

Luohe nodded and nodded, resisting the pain of his body, a little relieved.

”Then rest well, I will come back to you tomorrow night, something to tell.” Xiao Yuan’s hand behind his back was secretly punching.

Luohe Qing looked at Xiao Yu'an and turned around. A sense of uneasiness began to rise from his heart. This feeling has been faint before, but now it is getting stronger. ”Xiao Yuan.” Luhe Qing suddenly shouted.

Xiao Yuan slowly turned back, and the gentle black scorpion and the 晏河清 looked at each other.

The Luhe River clearly responded to the uneasy where the uneasiness came from.

Since the Wuning Wangye Incident, Xiao Yuan never smiled at him after the red sleeves were killed.

”Yuhe Qing.” Xiao Yuan slowly opened his mouth. It seems that he was making a decision. Finally, he continued to say that the words were like a silver lamp on the blade, cruelly extreme. ”You should call me the emperor.”

When Luhe Qing breathed a stagnation, his back was sharp and straight. He opened his mouth blankly and seemed to want to answer something, but he could not say anything.

Xiao Yu'an no longer stayed, pushed the door out, and stayed in the inner chamber.

For a long time, Luhe Qing lowered his head and grabbed his chest tightly. There was an injury at that place. When he touched the pain, he began to stimulate the nerves. The river was clear and ignorant. He just pressed his heart, because there were some places compared to trauma. It made him even more miserable.