MTL - Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed-Chapter 489 Let's get married

"囡囡!"

"lady!"

"Girl!"

Three shouts rang out in the same room at the same time, but the next moment, they all stared in surprise.

Just when An Rushuang was about to fall to the ground, a pair of big hands suddenly hugged the petite and weak woman.

He was wearing dark clothes, his sharply angular face was pale as a ghost, and his forehead was full of sweat, but he held her tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to merge the two.

"Shuanger..."

He had a hoarse voice and murmured, but the woman in his arms breathed weakly, her eyes closed tightly, as if he could no longer hear his voice.

Although he was in a coma for the past two days, he could hear people talking in the dimness, but he could not open his eyes, as if he was frozen.

And it wasn't until just now that the ice was instantly unblocked.

"General!"

Du Yong couldn't help expressing a bit of joy on his face, staring at the pale man in front of him with surprise.

Obviously, the person in front of him was General Meng who had been asleep for three days.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Du Yong, his eyes were slightly red, and he said loudly: "Doctor! Go and ask the doctor!"

His voice was extremely hoarse, it sounded like the roar of evil spirits from hell.

Du Yong's body trembled, and he quickly said, "Yes, General!"

With that said, he ran and hurriedly went outside.

Zhu Xianxian couldn't help but sighed deeply, but after a short time, the positions of the two of them changed.

She doesn't know what to say, but now she can only sigh that life is like a play.

"General, let me get my pulse first."

She moved closer and said slowly.

Meng Li suddenly turned his head to look at her, his eyes were full of fierce meaning, like a beast protecting food, whoever dares to touch the baby in his arms, he will tear someone to pieces!

Zhu Xianxian was taken aback and took a step back subconsciously.

But soon, Meng Li slowly stood up, stood aside, and made room for Zhu Xianxian.

His body was exhausted in the past two days, and he was slightly thin when he wore the black clothes.

Zhu Xianxian glanced at him subconsciously. Seeing that his eyes fell on Shuang'er without turning, he couldn't help but move slightly.

"how is she?"

Meng Li's hoarse voice rang from the side.

Zhu Xianxian hurriedly said: "It seems that there is nothing serious now. She has lost too much blood. Besides, she hasn't eaten anything in the past two days. She is too weak and can only take it slowly."

With that said, she took out a slice of ginseng from the small medicine box she carried and stuffed it directly under An Rushuang's tongue.

"Blood loss...?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Meng Li's pale and haggard face, and then his eyes quickly fell on An Rushuang's body and found the wound on her wrist.

"Who did it!"

As if a storm blew by, Zhu Xianxian's heart trembled and turned to look at the old man aside.

The old man sighed deeply and pointed directly at Meng Li: "You."

How could this girl do this if it wasn't for attracting that **** ghost?

Now, almost sent this life into the Yama Temple.

Meng Li's fingers trembled slightly, and after a while, he suddenly drew a dagger, and started to slash it straight at his wrist.

The old man was so quick with eyesight and hands that he rushed over and caught the dagger.

"Stop! This girl doesn't want her life in order to save you, please stay well, don't do anything to her!"

Of these two, there must be one standing, right?

If they were all lying down, wouldn't their task load be larger?

Just thinking about it makes me feel a headache.

Meng Li was startled slightly, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

The old man saw the timing and picked up the dagger quickly, in case he couldn't think of anything.

But at this time, An Rushuang slowly opened her eyes, and she hadn't rested for two consecutive days. Her eyes were reddish, staring blankly at the man in front of the bed.

"囡囡!"

Zhu Xianxian called her in surprise, but before he said anything, he was directly squeezed aside by a powerful general.

She stumbled for two steps, then fell to the ground just a little bit, turned her head to look at the lackluster general, and couldn't help but snorted angrily.

If it's about friendship, she and her daughter grew up, but the friendship is deadly!

This general treated her like this!

She turned her eyes, and a sly smile came to her lips. Let's look at the future, she must return today's bump!

"Shuanger..."

Meng Li is tall, sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing his body, and looking nervously at the blank-eyed woman on the bed.

"Shuang'er, how are you?"

He clutched her hand tightly, worried that her wound would hurt, and he couldn't help but look cautious.

Such a murderous character, in front of this woman, trembled like a child who did something wrong.

An Rushuang looked at him, and her eyes were red.

Immediately afterwards, tears couldn't stop falling, and she choked slightly, unable to speak.

Meng Li stretched out his hand and kept wiping her tears, as if holding a piece of precious jade, his rough and calloused fingers didn't even dare to use too much force, for fear that she might be hurt.

This one person coaxed An Rushuang softly at this time: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay."

"You don't want to go to Shengdu... well, I agree, don't cry, I will accompany you to do everything you do in the future."

He said solemnly.

An Rushuang's tears were even more fierce. She held Meng Li's fingers tightly for a long while before she said three words: "You woke up..."

Meng Li's heart seemed to be hit by a boulder, making his heart tremble for a long time, and it was difficult to calm down.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed a grin hardly called a smile on his face.

"I woke up too late, next time, I will wake up as soon as possible."

He was always awake, but he couldn't touch her, couldn't comfort her, like a piece of wood looking at her, it was difficult to move.

This smile is really ugly. At this time, his cheeks are pale and thin, and the scar becomes more and more obvious, looking like an evil spirit from a distance.

An Rushuang couldn't help but laughed. She laughed beautifully, tears slowly falling from her cheeks, soaking the pillow.

She hasn't cried for a long time, and she has sworn that she will never cry for men in this life.

But when I met this person, at this moment, it seemed that the tears of the previous life were welling up, endlessly.

"No, there will be another time."

An Rushuang grabbed his fingers and stared at him with tears in her eyes.

"Yun Ran, let's get married."