Chapter forty-fifth regaining freedom

The spring sun was very warm. When Lauren opened her eyes, she was lying on the rattan bed outside the bamboo house, covered with a thin quilt, and her whole body was warm. Tears suddenly poured out of her eyes. She clearly heard everything Herbert whispered in her ear. He also called her a fool. Isn't he a fool? Wen Lun was taking her pulse. Joyce accompanied her and looked at the tears falling from her eyes. He whispered, "Yaohua, do you regret it?" She shook her head gently. "I don't regret it. I just feigned my death once. I will inevitably feel something in my heart. I am also happy to be free today." Shaw Joyce has a handsome appearance and has been raised in this remote mountain for nearly a year. He has converged his boldness of vision deeper and deeper, and people have become more refined. He looked at Wen Lun and said, "How is she?" "She has just given birth, is weak, and has been feigned dead for a few days. Her physical loss is even more serious, but as long as she is carefully nursed and nursed, she can recover in half a year." Wen Lun withdrew his hand. Lauren nodded at him slightly. "Thank you, Mr. Rowan." "Don't mention it. You live with me. When you recover, you should work for me!" Wen Lun glanced at Joyce, packed his medicine cabinet and went to the bamboo house to boil medicine. Joyce gathered the quilt for her. "When you feigned your death, you had no breath or body temperature. Now that you wake up, you should warm up. Fortunately, today's sunshine is just right, which is beneficial to your recovery." She nodded and looked at him for a long time before asking him, "Joyce, are you all right?" Xiao Joyce's eyes turned and he hid the injuries deep in his eyes. He hooked his lips and chuckled, "I am very good. Now my body is stronger than before under Wen Lun's recuperation. Because of the leisure time, I don't have to bother. The old injuries of the past are also healed. Wen Lun said, I will continue to follow him and keep me alive to be 100 years old." "That's good." Lauren laughed, but stopped mentioning the past. She knew Joyce didn't want to mention it again. Although she now knows more about the events of that year than Joyce does, it is, after all, something Herbert should explain, and she should not say it for him. Three days later, she can walk in the fields, but she can only walk dozens of steps every day, not more. Joyce brought her pheasant soup. While chatting, he suddenly said, "Today, Herbert is going to bury your cenotaph. As a queen, according to the world at the foot of the mountain, the grandeur is even comparable to that of the first emperor, which shows the importance he attaches to you." Lauren took the chicken soup with a slight meal. She just smiled and took the chicken soup to drink. She smiled and said, "The taste of this soup can't be drunk in the palace." "This chicken is a pheasant I caught. It is kept in captivity on the mountain. It is only waiting for you to taste it. Wen Lun wants to eat it and says I am stingy." Joyce laughed, and a bright light appeared on his handsome face, which showed that his heart was calm and safe. She suddenly envied him. If she had come out earlier, she could have lived this free time earlier. "Although this mountain is good, it is short of companions. This Wen Lun does not accept a few female disciples. Does he also learn from Confucius and say, 'Only women and villains are difficult to raise?" "Do you want a few women to keep you company? I will tell Wen Lun today." Joyce said. She shook her head. "I didn't mean me." "Then what do you want female disciples to do?" Joyce was puzzled. She sloped a smile. Joyce, who had never been intelligent, was always slow in such things. She pointed to him. "You are not young either. You didn't like those good families before. Now you are free. Do you like Jianghu women? What about girls from ordinary families?"