Chapter 905 I Will Tell You Every Day From Now on, I Love You

Bei Yuewu raised her eyes and looked at him with bright eyes, "Why did you think of giving me roses for no reason?"

Murong Jiancheng looked at her, such a straightforward and free-spirited woman, now holding his roses in her hands, she was so happy and shy that she looked like a little girl.

"Is it your first time receiving roses?" He asked with a little surprise, "No one has ever given you roses before?"

Bei Yuewu whispered happily, "Yes, many men gave me roses, but I had them thrown into the trash can, so I thought... just waiting... for you to give me one~"

She wanted the roses he gave her.

Murong Jiancheng's eyes were slowly covered with a layer of mist. He asked himself that he had never let anyone down in his life, but he owed her.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Bei Yuewu lowered her eyes and sniffed the roses in her hand. The delicate and beautiful flowers had just bloomed and exuded a faint fragrance.

It is said that the language of roses is---I love you.

Bei Yuewu didn't look up, but just asked in a low voice, "Murong Jiancheng, you just gave me flowers, so did you forget to say something to me?"

She reminded.

Murong Jiancheng raised his thin lips, "No."

He had nothing to say to her.

Bei Yuewu raised her head quickly, and her soft and charming face suddenly turned cold. She was so angry that she threw the rose in her hand at him, "I don't want the rose anymore, I give it back to you!"

She turned and left.

Murong Jiancheng stretched out his palm, grabbed her arm and pulled it hard, hugging her into his arms.

"Murong Jiancheng, let me go, let's not beat around the bush, I'm angry, the kind that can't be coaxed!"

Bei Yuewu hit him hard and snorted twice in anger.

Bei Yuewu didn't know, but everyone at the scene saw that Murong Jiancheng just pounced over, and Yuan Ming's dart pierced Murong Jiancheng's chest.

A large amount of blood gushed out, staining Murong Jiancheng's shirt behind him red.

After holding on for so long, when Bei Yuewu struggled, Murong Jiancheng's tall and straight body shook slightly.

Murong Jiancheng tightened his strong arms and hugged Bei Yuewu tightly in his arms, "Don't move, I want to talk to you."

"What is there to say, I don't want to listen." Bei Yuewu raised her head.

Murong Jiancheng quickly stretched out his palm, pressed her head, and pressed her in his arms. He was very pale now, and he didn't want her to see him like this.

"Yuewu, I only know now that you mind Dongfang Wanqing's existence. It's all my fault that I didn't tell you before. I don't like her anymore. After meeting you, I don't like her anymore."

"Dongfang Wanqing and I were engaged before. I didn't have any other thoughts. I just treated her as my wife. Later, she fell into Yuan Ming's arms. I was sad and depressed for a while. I also thought that was love."

"But then you came and suddenly appeared in my life. Unconsciously, my eyes were full of you. Wherever you were, my eyes would follow. Later, you left me. That day, I chased you for a day and a night, and watched your figure disappear in the yellow sand with my own eyes. I felt... heart-wrenching pain."

"No woman has ever made me feel so painful. When Dongfang Wanqing betrayed me, I just felt sad, so I understood, Yuewu, I fell in love with you."

Bei Yuewu was shocked. What did he say?

He said... he loved her?

Bei Yuewu quickly reached out and hugged him tightly. Her eyes became red. Why didn't he say it earlier?

If he had said it earlier, she wouldn't have left.

Then her and his ending would be different.

Without this 26 years of separation, she and he still have the most beautiful youth.

"Yuewu," Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes and kissed her hair, "You didn't force me to marry you. If I didn't agree, you couldn't marry at all."

"The late emperor didn't agree to my marrying you, and I had a quarrel with him. Twenty-six years ago, I told the late emperor that I would only marry you in this life, and only you didn't want it."

"If you like to hear it, I will tell you a hundred or a thousand words every day in the future... I love you..."

Bei Yuewu's eyes were filled with tears. She really didn't expect that this piece of wood was so hard to confess, and it made her cry.

As an old couple, she didn't blame him for anything over the years.

"Husband, then you can't lie to you. You have to tell me that you love me every day in the future."

"Yes."

Bei Yuewu hugged him happily, and at this time her hand touched his back and felt a wet hand.

What happened to him?

Bei Yuewu froze and slowly raised her eyes.

She saw Murong Jiancheng, his handsome face was pale and covered with cold sweat.

Her soft pupils shrank, she was a little dazed, and looked around. There were people around her, everyone was looking at her.

She saw that many people had tears in their eyes and were crying.

Bei Yuewu was confused, what were they doing?

Lu Yeming was there, Jun Xiqing was there too, Jun Xiqing looked at her, took two steps forward, and called her with a sob, "Auntie..."

Bei Yuewu was so scared that her hand twitched and she stepped back several steps.

At this time, Murong Jiancheng in front of her shook twice, and his tall and straight body fell down with a bang.

Bei Yuewu's hands and feet were cold, she had no idea what happened, she stared blankly at Murong Jiancheng on the ground.

Murong Jiancheng was also looking at her, his eyes were full of admiration and nostalgia.

The happiest time of his life was the three months of his marriage. In the cold palace city, she suddenly gave him a warm home.

Being able to make the enchantress Bei Yuewu fall in love with him wholeheartedly and follow him is the proudest thing he has ever done in his life.

All of Murong Jiancheng's memories went back to 26 years ago, when she danced in Ah Jiao's room, and he and Yuan Ming were both guests. How many years later did her gorgeous and chaotic dance appear in his dreams?

Murong Jiancheng slowly closed his eyes.

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In the hospital.

The red light in the operating room came on, and Doctor Sikong rushed over again to perform surgery on Murong Jiancheng.

Jun Xiqing sat on the cold bench in the corridor and reached out to hug Bei Yuewu beside him.

Bei Yuewu was cold all over.

"Aunt, for uncle, you must hold on."

Bei Yuewu held Jun Xiqing's hand, "Qingqing, don't comfort me, Jiancheng and I have been married for so many years, and now he is in there, he hasn't given up, how could I fall down?"

Jun Xiqing's eyes suddenly moistened, she nodded vigorously, "Yes."

The operation lasted for a long few hours, and Murong Jiancheng was pushed out at night. Sikong Heng said solemnly, "The patient's operation has been successful, but now he is in a coma and has not passed the critical period. Moreover, the patient is in the late stage of myocardial infarction, which makes the situation worse. It is very pessimistic."

Sikong Heng was not optimistic, that was really not optimistic.

Bei Yuewu's legs softened and murmured, "Myocardial infarction... Late stage?"

Sikong Heng nodded, "Yes, didn't the patient tell you?"

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ps: My dears, the 8,000 update is over, and this is the end of Murong's father. I will write back to Mr. Xiao Lu tomorrow and continue to ask for votes. I love you!