The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman Chapter 190

Qiao Yun didn't dare to close his eyes, he was afraid that once he closed his eyes, Nan Jun would appear alone in a pool of blood.

There has been no news of Nan Jun's death at the border, which is the best news for Qiao Yun.

"Sister Jun, it's been more than three months, where are you?"

Qiao Yun nestled in the corner of the bed, holding the amulet she gave him when she left.

This is what Du Li begged for Nan Jun. If she took it with her, wouldn't there be any accidents?

Tears rolled down like beads with a broken thread, and Qiao Yun hugged his knees and cried loudly again.

These days, Du Li cooks and eats for him in different ways every day, but Qiao Yun still loses weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even Du Li, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, feels distressed when he sees his pitiful appearance.

It's not that Du Li doesn't know what Qiao Yun is doing every night, but he can't do anything about it.

If Qiao Yun was forced to face it blindly, it would be even more counterproductive.

Qiao Yun had already done a good job during the day, but Du Li stopped looking at him at night. If he didn't give him any space, Du Li was afraid that Qiao Yun would not be able to hold on.

Li Hanying, who was guarding the door, shook his head at Du Li, who was holding the ginseng soup, with red eyes. The emperor probably didn't want to see anyone right now.

"Your Majesty, if you continue like this, your body may not be able to bear it!"

Du Li frowned when he saw the steaming soup in the bowl. Since Nan Jun disappeared, the child didn't even drink the ginseng soup that hadn't left in the previous day.

"The old slave is also very worried, but the emperor is stubborn. If Jiuqian Sui hadn't appeared in front of him, no one would be able to persuade him!"

During this period of time, Li Hanying also lost a lot of weight. Qiao Yun didn't eat or drink. She saw it and was anxious.

Du Li tightened his hand holding the soup bowl and pursed his lips, wondering what he was thinking, but there was clearly calculation in his eyes.

If Qiao Yun continued, they would have to find a way to drug him, so they wouldn't let him torture themselves to death like this.

The autumn wind blows, the flowers and leaves fade, and the imperial palace looks more and more bleak and lonely.

Qiao Yun swayed to a pomegranate tree alone, the pomegranates that caught his eye were like little red lanterns hanging there, looking extremely cute.

This pomegranate tree can be seen everywhere in the palace, implying many children and many blessings. I don't know which ancestor's idea.

Qiao Yun had only one child left in Qiao Yun's generation. The implication of many children and many blessings is really ironic.

With a wry smile, Qiao Yun withdrew the hand that just touched Pomegranate, turned and left.

Let them hang like this, maybe, the Qiao family will be gone in my own generation!

"Your Majesty, let's rest in the pavilion in front!"

Li Hanying followed up flatteringly, with a smile on his face, and said softly.

Knowing that the emperor was going to take a walk in the imperial garden today, Li Hanying ordered someone to prepare tea and snacks in the pavilion, now that she could see him eating one more bite, she felt much better in her heart.

Qiao Yun paused, glanced in the direction of the pavilion, his eyes were in a trance, as if he saw that person sitting there smiling at him.

Qiao Yun's face changed in a hurry, and Qiao Yun hurried forward a few steps. When he wanted to see clearly, the people in the pavilion disappeared again.

"Sister Yu..."

Qiao Yun murmured, and Li Hanying, who was following behind him, suddenly changed his expression.

The emperor has become more and more silent these days, even in the early court, he still didn't say a word.

Not to mention after the court, except for Du Li who can occasionally make him say a few words, it is even more difficult to listen to him on weekdays.

"Your Majesty, it's windy, let's go back!"

Li Hanying was afraid that what she was worried about would happen. The emperor has been in a trance for the past few days, and he always unconsciously calls out the name of Jiuqian. What does this mean?

Du Li has already started to discuss with the imperial doctor, and plans to put some sleep aid medicine in Qiao Yun's food. If a living person does not eat, drink or sleep, he is not far from death.

"Aunt Li, tell me, does sister Yun think that Yun'er is a burden, and she doesn't want to take care of Yun'er's affairs anymore, so she hides and refuses to come out?"

Qiao Yun hadn't taken the initiative to talk to Li Hanying for a long time, and when he heard him say so much, Li Hanying was so excited that he almost cried.

"What is the emperor talking about? No one in this palace knows that Jiu Qiansui loves you the most. If Jiu Qiansui comes back and sees you like this, I'm afraid he will be very distressed!"

"Sister Jun, can she... still come back?"

Qiao Yun looked at the dead leaves falling on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and murmured.

It's been almost five months. If she still remembered him, she should have come back long ago, right?

No one dared to mention the matter of Nanjun in front of Qiao Yun, even Sun Hui, who had seen Qiao Yun depressed recently, and who was a little bit jumpy, did not dare to mention Nanjun because a palace servant had said something secretly "Nine thousand years old is probably more ominous than good luck." Qiao Yun, who happened to be passing by, heard it, and was directly killed with a stick.

Since then, the word "nine thousand years old" has almost become a taboo in the palace, and no one dares to mention this person again after stepping into the palace gate, so as not to cause trouble to the upper body.

Li Hanying looked at the little emperor who was brought up by himself in front of him, gritted his teeth, and knelt down on the ground cruelly.

"Your Majesty, would you like to hear the old slave tell the truth?"

Qiao Yun shook the hand holding the dead leaf, his face froze, and he was about to get angry, but when he saw Li Hanying kneeling at his feet, he suppressed the anger on his face again.

Li Hanying was ready to be severely punished, even if she lost her life for it, she really couldn't watch the emperor be so decadent anymore.

"Your majesty, this old slave knows what nine thousand years means to the emperor, and this old slave also knows what the emperor is worried about recently.

Nine thousand years old is missing, the emperor would rather die than live, but you always have to think about your own body and the country of the Qiao family!

Nine thousand years old was born in the Nan family, and the martial arts attainments of the Nan family are unmatched by anyone in the world.

If you fight alone, no one is Jiuqiantui's opponent.

If he stabbed someone in the back, he wouldn't be able to avoid it with his nine-thousand-year-old ability.

Even if something really happened to Nine Thousand Years, with the tracking ability of the imperial guards, I'm afraid we should have found her body long ago..."

When Li Hanying said this, Qiao Yun's tightly pursed lips had already started to tremble, and her tense little face was almost unable to hold on.

The dead leaves in his hand had been pinched to pieces at some point, and slid down the thin fingers.

"Since the body of Nine Thousand Years Old has not been found, it means that Nine Thousand Years Old must still be alive."

A flash of hope flashed in Qiao Yun's eyes, and this was what he hoped for the most.

"It's just that there hasn't been any news from Nine Thousand Years for so long, so it is very likely that she was injured..." And the injury was serious, because she was not sure whether she would come back alive, so she didn't dare to appear rashly.

It's just that Li Hanying didn't dare to say the following words, she was afraid that the little emperor would misunderstand.

Chapter end

Report