After she finished speaking, she nodded to Ding Yiyi and then walked out. The housekeeper put a futon on the ground and then chased Fu Fengyi.

Ye Nianmo still frowned. He had been imprisoned in the tight relationship between Fu Fengyi and Ding Yiyi for a long time. Fu Fengyi was sincere in her kindness to him, and she was already very old, while Ding Yiyi was

No matter who the person he loves the most is injured, he absolutely does not want to see it.

"Smile!" Ding Yiyi stretched out her hand and waved in front of him, and said nonchalantly: "This is also a kind of sacrificial culture. In fact, I have long wanted to bully the Ye family."

She looked at him and said seriously: "Your sadness when I was seriously injured and unconscious, and your sadness when I lost my memory and refused to recognize you, I have seen all these. I am the one who restores them today. Thank you, ancestors

"Liezong can make us meet again," her voice became smaller and smaller, "can make me fall in love with you again."

Ye Nianmo was moved. He wanted to kiss her and kissed her crazily, but he restrained himself. He could only hold her hand and use the power of his palm to convey his thoughts at this time.

After he left, Ding Yiyi knelt down and stared at the unnamed row at the top subconsciously. In her mind, she couldn't help but picture a man lying on the hospital bed.

That man conquered the enemies who were eyeing his country with iron and blood. He fought hard and conquered mountains and rivers with anger, but he was defeated at the hands of a woman, and the country also perished because of this.

Imagine that there will always be a day when she wakes up, and soon her knees will feel a little sore, and the soreness and numbness will be transmitted along the knees to the position of the coccyx.

She twisted twice uncomfortably, and could only keep changing the center of gravity of her knees to make herself feel better.

"Young Madam." The housekeeper knocked at the door.

Ding Yiyi quickly knelt down and turned to look at him, "Come in."

The butler held a thick futon in his hand and said with a smile: "The young master asked me to bring it to you."

She took it and found that the futon was thick and soft. Ye Nianmo was probably worried that it would hurt her to kneel, so she asked the housekeeper to bring it to her.

"Thank you." She smiled at the housekeeper.

After the housekeeper left, she got a large and thick futon, and her knees touched the soft cotton without feeling any pain.

Only half an hour had passed. She sighed, continued to kneel, and began to study the unnamed ranking. In a daze, she yawned.

"Can't fall asleep." She muttered, her upper and lower eyelids trembled, but she gradually closed her eyes and entered a boundless dream.

"Throw this woman into the vegetable basin, behead her, and put her to death!" On the throne, the superior man covered his abdomen with one hand, his face was horrifying, and his handsome face was full of ruthless hatred.

Large streams of blood spurted out from his abdomen, dyeing his yellow robe red. The figures in front of him were shaking, and people kept rushing up to help him plug his wounds, but his eyes were always looking at the audience standing under the stage.

A woman wearing a pink outfit and a peach-faced makeup.

Ding Yiyi saw this woman. She was very beautiful, and she naturally exuded a delicate temperament. Her thin lips were only slightly dyed red, and as she trembled, her red eyes became even more adorable.

She kept shaking her body, the flying hairpin swayed slightly with her movements, and the beads struck slightly. It could be seen that she was very scared.

"You deserve it. I hate you, I hate you so much! Our tribe has never fought against the world for generations, but in order to dominate your country, you forced all of my tribe into your country, leaving many of our tribe scattered.
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