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Zhuge Ming stared at her, "No, back then I checked your wound, you only had a wound on your leg, it didn't have any other injury, and your pulse shows that you don't have any other hidden ailments. If you didn't test it, you wouldn't have died."

Wen Yi shook her head, and asked solemnly: "Three years ago, you all already knew that I am not Yang Luoyi, right?"

Zhuge Ming was silent for a moment, before saying: "It was only after your death that I was completely certain you weren't Luo Yi." He told her what happened after she died, even telling her that State Advisor said she was a girl from another world.

Wen Yi was shocked, "You mean, even the emperor himself knows that I am not Luo Yi?"

"That's right!" Zhuge Ming said, "When Luo Yi died, she went to say her goodbyes to her parents. You probably didn't know either. If it wasn't for her farewell, we might not have known about you borrowing your corpse to return the soul, and then ask State Advisor to verify this matter. "

Wen Yi's face turned pale, she had never thought that the people of this world would be so lenient towards her, she had always thought that if people knew that she was borrowing their corpses to return their souls, she would eventually be burned to death. Presumably, the ignorant is not the ancient people, but the self-righteous modern people.

Wen Yi didn't know how to explain to him that back then, her heart was in a mess due to the fact that her soul and body didn't match. Back then, if she hadn't wanted to do this to him, perhaps the ending would have been different.

She raised her head to look at Zhuge Ming, "You go and rest first, I'll guard him from here."

Zhuge Ming stood up, and turned to glance at Song Yunqian. His back was facing Wen Yi, so Wen Yi did not see the guilt and pain in his eyes.

After Zhuge Ming left, Wen Yi sat in front of Song Yunqian's bed. She felt that she had done too much and came back to hide her identity, thinking that she could deceive everyone.

"I'm sorry to have let you live such a miserable life these past three years." She choked for a long time, wanting to say a lot of things to him, but she found that the only thing she could say was, "I'm sorry."

She took his hand and felt a little more at ease. He was not awake yet, but fortunately his heart was a little off, so the dagger did not hurt his heart. It was just that she was scared out of her wits.

"Back then, it was also my incompetence that caused you to think that I died to save you. However, I want to tell you that my death has nothing to do with you. You don't have to feel guilty about it, nor do you have to make yourself miserable. Do you know that my heart really hurts to see you like this? "

I've been worrying about your foot injury for the past three years. Back then, my medical skills weren't up to standard, so although you can walk again after breaking through your acupuncture points, you can only maintain three years of life. Three years later, with your blood being clogged up, I came back because I wanted to continue to treat your injury, and although I don't know if I came back right, I have no other choice. " Wen Yi sighed quietly and whispered something into his ear.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment of tenderness.

What he didn't know was that while she was muttering in a low voice, he had already opened his eyes. There was a trace of sadness at the corner of his mouth.

She came back not because she still loved him, but because of his foot injury.

"Then, do you mean to say that if This King remains fine, you won't come back?" He suddenly spoke out with a hollow voice that carried a trace of hoarseness and powerlessness.

She suddenly raised her head and met his eyes that were filled with pain and anxiety. Her heart ached. "You're awake?"

Song Yunqian looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him and said, "I have been awake for a long time. I woke up when you were talking to Zhuge, but I don't know how to face you yet."

Wen Yi looked at him in silence. Seeing the unfamiliarity and alienation in his eyes, she retracted her hand and touched her face with a bit of sarcasm: "You don't like that face? Not to mention you don't like it, even I find it strange when I look at myself in the mirror every day. " The saddest thing in life could not be worse than not knowing himself.

Song Yunqian shook his head, "No, no matter what you look like, in this duke's heart, there are some things that have never changed."

Wen Yi was moved, she raised her head and looked at him with her sparkling eyes.

He reached out his hand and covered her eyes as he groaned. "Don't look at This King like that. If you have the heart, sooner or later, you will leave. Don't give This King any hope, and don't make any promises to This King." He remembered when he saw Zhu Fangyuan and her crying together inside the Zhu Palace. Presumably, that person was the reason why she had never come back. It was enough that she was alive. He didn't insist on much. Anyway, he was used to this kind of life, wasn't he? In the past, he only wanted her to enter his dreams so that he would know if she was safe. Now that he knew, he could finally relax.

These words made Wen Yi's heart feel as if it was in a heavy atmosphere outside, making it hard for her to breathe. She didn't intend to leave, she just had to leave. If she had a choice, how would she be willing to leave?

She turned her face away from him, unconsciously keeping a distance from him.

His heart sank inch by inch. The words he said just now more or less had a probing meaning to them. And her current estrangement confirmed his guess. She had only come back to treat his wounds. Otherwise, there was no need for her to hide her identity.

"Take care of yourself when I'm not around." she said savagely, and though she knew he would be sad to say it, she said she had put it before him, to make him lose hope and to put an end to it.

Song Yunqian closed his eyes and did not say a word.

Silence spread between the two of them. Outside the house, the autumn wind blew past the branches, making a rustling sound. In the silence of the night, it seemed somewhat chilly.

"Wen Yi!" He opened her eyes and looked at her.

Wen Yi replied softly, "I'm here."

He didn't say anything, but continued to slowly close his eyes.

Wen Yi stood up and wanted to close the window, but just as she stood up, Song Yunqian immediately opened his eyes and looked at her, asking in shock: "You're leaving?"

Wen Yi was startled, following that, a deep pain overcame him. He looked like he did not care, but she was afraid that she would leave. She whispered, "I'm going to close the window."

His expression returned to normal, and he grunted, but his eyes remained fixed on her until she closed the window and sat down beside him again.

Wen Yi said: "I won't leave this quickly. If you want to treat your feet for half a month, it won't be just a day. Furthermore, I also want to treat Ke Er."

"Ke Er?" Song Yunqian looked at her, "Are you confident?"

Wen Yi shook her head, "I don't know. In fact, I have never seen her before."

Song Yunqian said, "If she can be cured, it would naturally be the best. This was all owed to her by this duke, causing her to lie on the sickbed for more than four years."

Wen Yi fixed her eyes and said: "I believe that Yang Luoyi is not the culprit."

However, Song Yunqian was unwilling to continue this topic.

Wen Yi thought that his wound was painful, hence she asked anxiously, "Is it pain?"

Song Yunqian shook his head, he did not open his eyes, and said indifferently: "Whether my wound is painful or not, do you care?"

Wen Yi did not expect him to suddenly order this sentence. She was slightly startled and asked softly, "Why do I not care?"

The corner of Song Yunqian's mouth raised in a taunting curve, "Oh yeah, you already knew Zhu Fangyuan about that three years ago, right?"

Wen Yi reached out and pressed down the corner of her blanket, then said gently: "I'll tell you everything you want to know, but the condition is that you need to recuperate from your injuries, don't let your imagination run wild."

However, Song Yunqian sneered, "This king doesn't want to know anything." Saying that, he turned his head away, not making a sound.

Wen Yi knew that he was angry, and she also knew why. Outsiders said that he had changed, but in her heart, in front of her, he was still that domineering, headstrong big boy.

She sighed softly and said nothing more.

Hearing her sigh, he felt very sad, but this sadness was replaced by a bitter and sour feeling. In the past three years, he had dreamed of such a day appearing every day. He had even thought of what he would be willing to give in exchange for her return. In the end, he discovered that even if he gave his life, he would still be willing.

The day had come, but everything was different.

He had been looking forward to her return, yet he wanted to fight with her instead. Even he hated himself a little. But he could not hold hands with her and look at her with tears in his eyes. He could not tell her of his feelings for her because before this, he already knew that she had a man, and he also knew that she no longer had any feelings for him. It was due to the professional ethics of a doctor that he had come back to treat his illness.

Relatively speechless, silence was the most tormenting of all.

Wen Yi took out a harmonica from her bosom. This harmonica was something Zhu Fangyuan brought from the modern world, and because it was on him, it could appear in this dynasty.

She sat on the couch and began to play a song, "Wrongful Recognition," gently. The desolate autumn night, the sorrowful music, the two people who were so lost in thought, both of their eyes turned red at the same time.

After finishing the song, Song Yunqian turned his head to look at her, and asked hoarsely: "What's the name of this song?"

"This is called 'Misrecognition'." Wen Yi replied.

"Do you have lyrics? Sing for This King. " He seemed to enjoy the melody of the song.

Wen Yi was a little embarrassed, "I can't sing well."

"Your voice is so sharp, how can singing be unpleasant? It's because you don't want to sing it to This King, right? " His voice carried her from the bed to the bed.

Wen Yi sighed, "It's not easy to meet you, why do you have to talk to me in such a tone?"

"For This King, this meeting may be difficult, but it's not. If you had even the slightest bit of hope for This King, you would have returned three years ago." In the end, he still couldn't suppress the grief and indignation in his heart as he roared at him. All of his calmness and patience exploded at this moment.

During these three years, he had gotten used to being patient. Only this woman could cause all of his disguises to crumble.

She lowered her head and did not speak. There were many things that he didn't know, so why would he tell him? So what if he said it? They had suffered for the past three years, and they would never be able to turn back.

It has been a long time since I have been able to calm down. You have painstakingly studied Leng Yue, crying bitterly without making a sound, your heart at peace with her, perhaps you can listen, but today you are reunited with me. How can you forget that I have no one to acknowledge you, that I am willing to listen to my own thoughts, that I am willing to listen to my own thoughts, that there are too many difficulties, and so why are you burying yourself in such a mountain? Ruthlessness broke the relationship, the tears at the corner of your eyes how can you mistake, thousands of excuses, you will not recognize me, the mood is very light? The pain of being separated was extremely deep. Why was it so noble to meet again in this chaotic world? "The feeling is like a dam that has been broken. I can cross any number of tribulations, and even more so, I will go through fire and water. I hope you remember to admit that you are my wife …"

Wen Yi crooned out her mistaken identity as the Goblin Flower. The melody was sorrowful, and the lyrics were even more so, sorrowful. As Song Yunqian listened to it in a daze, pain and sadness spread across his face.