Song Xingchen, we met again.

I know you, but you don't know me.

She opened her mouth slightly, but she didn't call out his name after all.

When she was looking at him, he also looked at her. Suddenly, he coughed, and he took a veil to cover his mouth, and he couldn't help but coughed hard, and the more he coughed, he became more and more severe.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" The coachman looked at him with a worried look on his face.

He waved his hand, but didn't say anything, but just kept coughing, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.

His face was hidden in the wide hood, and she couldn't see clearly. She could only hear a burst of coughing like a burst of rush, and a crackling sound that seemed like a heavy hammer and a pounding her heart.

What's wrong with him? Why is he so sick with such a brightly dressed and angry ghost? She wanted to ask him, but she is no longer her now, what kind of identity can she ask him.

In her heart, Song Xingchen, Lu Yunfeng and Song Yihuan in the past were her close relatives in this world except her parents, elder brother and second brother.

But now, his mother and his royal brother started a bloody massacre with their own hands. What role did he and Song Yihuan play in this massacre?

She had no way of knowing that she was afraid of revealing the truth, and she was afraid that the blood of the Ji family was stained on his hands and Song Yihuan. But she had to reveal the truth. No matter how cruel the truth was, she had to spend the rest of her life to give the Ji family an explanation.

"Young Master, I think you're coughing so hard. Do you want me to come up and pat your back?"

The little girl standing outside the carriage blinked her naive big eyes and asked carefully.

He waved his hand again, bent down with a cough. After a long time, he finally stopped coughing. He took the veil in his hand and said hoarsely: "What's the matter if you kneel down to stop the carriage?"

The little girl immediately knelt down cleverly, and cried and cried: "Young Master, my mother is seriously ill and has no money to buy medicine. I begged on the street for a few days, but I didn't have enough money to buy medicine. The doctor said that if I don't take medicine, my mother will die. I really had no choice but to stop the young master's carriage."

He let out a faint "um" sound, took out a gold dollar bag from his sleeve, and leaned over and handed it to the little girl.

This leaning made Luo Ying clearly see his face. Under the wide hood, his face was pale as paper, with a sick look on his face. His already thin face had become thin and concave, which made his narrow and long phoenix eyes much bigger.

The eyes were missing the bright colors of his eyes, as if he was covered with a layer of white cataract, and he was lifeless. Not only his face, but also his whole body looked thin and thin.

What's going on? But after a few months of meeting him, he became like this, becoming a hundred times more depressed than Luo Tingyin. Also, when did he become so kind-hearted that even if he wants to do good things, he would not be able to do it himself.

"Xingchen..." She almost couldn't help but shout his name again and asked, "Why are you so sick?"

When the words came to her mouth, she swallowed it again. She couldn't forget that she was no longer Ji Changqing, she was Luo Ying, and it was the first time she and Song Xingchen met.

"Thank you for saving your life. I also asked you to leave your name and Linglong will go back and set up a tablet of immortality for you." The little girl kowtowed a few times with gratitude.

"Changsheng?" His eyes darkened, and his smile was sarcastic and bitter. He lowered the curtain and said, "Liu Lu, let's go!"

The carriage left, and he lifted the curtain again and looked at Luo Ying's back. Luo Ying just turned her head to look at him.

Four eyes facing each other,

After separation, life and death are separated.

Put down the curtain,

They walk towards their own different paths, and I wonder if one day they will lead to the same fate.

"Sister Luo..." Suddenly, a crisp sound like a silver bell came. Luo Ying looked up and saw Yun Annan running towards her excitedly.

Today she wore a man's straight-collared robe, with a long five-color palace belt tightly tied around her waist, her long black hair tied up on her head, and her purple gold crown inlaid with her hair, making her look so pretty and unparalleled.

"Sister Yun, you are so beautiful today." Luo Ying sincerely praised.

Yun Annan enthusiastically held her hand and smiled, "If you like it, I'll give you a set." After that, she frowned again and looked at Luo Ying from top to bottom, "Why have you been so thin after not seeing you for more than half a month?"

"I've been sick these days and I got better two days ago."

"No wonder you didn't reply to my letter. What kind of illness do you have? Is it important?"

"It doesn't matter if I feel the wind and cold." Luo Ying smiled, "Look, I'm not doing well now."

"It's fine." Yun Annan felt relieved, then turned around and looked back, calling out, "Cousin, why don't you come here quickly to meet my sister Luo."

At the end of the line of sight, Luo Ying saw a man with a tall figure, wide shoulders, a dark blue robe, and a smoke-colored cloak coming in the wind. His eyebrows were grim and one-linered. The distance between the eyebrows was a bit close, making his eyebrows seem to have unresolved thoughts and always frown.

His eyes were a few similarities to Wei Yuanji, but he did not have the dazzling style of Wei Yuanji and looked more stable.

When Yun Annan called him, his brows slightly stretched, and he showed a shallow smile.

"Hello Miss Luo, I've heard An Nan mention you a long time ago. It's a great honor to meet you today." He gave a respectful gift.

"Luo Ying has seen Prince Wei." Luo Ying leaned over and bowed.
Chapter completed!