He jumped off the big bed and ran over to save Han Changmu, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe: "Jiuzhao, you don't know, how much I have suffered, how unyielding I am, if you don't come to save me again, I, I can only die to keep my innocence."
Han Changmu was speechless: "I think you are doing well here. You are helping others appreciate their beauty and training them."
Xie Mengxia jumped up: "Okay, Jiuchao, you came right away, and you didn't come to save me after watching my joke for a long time. You, you, your conscience is at stake."
Han Changmu said casually: "If you scream again, I will throw you here and let you appreciate your beauty."
Xie Mengxia gritted his teeth and hummed: "If you don't scream, you won't scream."
Gu Chen burst out laughing. When he saw Xie Mengxia's cold gaze, he immediately stopped smiling, straightened his back, and said respectfully: "Young Master, Your Highness, let's go."
The three people left the hut without any danger, met up with Meng Sui and Ah Jiu and the others, and returned to the secluded house.
After working hard for half a night, I was tired. Fortunately, the house was big enough, otherwise it would be difficult to arrange for so many people.
Xie Mengxia patted her heart with lingering fear: "I can't survive. After a long time, I rested in this room. I can't walk a step further."
Han Changmu had already told Yao Yao about Xie Mengxia in advance. Yao Yao was laughing so hard. When she heard Xie Mengxia's words, she raised her eyebrows and joked: "Your Highness, I didn't think you were scared. On the contrary, I feel quite regretful.”
Xie Mengxia talked about it for a long time, then lay down on the big kang and muttered: "I don't care, I'm tired. You two can find a place to sleep, but I won't move."
Yao Yao was still in a coma last night, so Han Changmu was worried, so he stayed with her all night. Today, she was awake, so he naturally had to arrange another room.
Han Changmu smiled and shook his head, took Yao Yao's hand, walked her to the door of the next room, and whispered softly: "You can live here, I'm next door, call me if you need anything."
Yao Yao nodded and watched Han Changmu enter the room. In a blink of an eye, he saw Gu Chen, standing in the corridor, smiling jokingly.
Gu Chen held a wine flask and took a sip of wine into the spout. When he spoke, white mist filled the air: "A Yao, you have something to do with the face of the King of Hell."
Yao Yao smiled openly: "Yes."
Gu Chen was stunned for a moment, then took another sip of wine, his smile seemed a bit bitter: "Then you have to be careful, the King of Hell is a cannibal, don't let him eat you alive."
Yao Yao curled his lips and smiled: "No."
Gu Chen originally wanted to say something, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't. He choked and took another sip of wine. He didn't say anything, just waved his hand and returned to the room.
Yao Yao raised an eyebrow, feeling that Gu Chen was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
Although she came from time-travel and lived inside and out for almost forty years, she still couldn't help but feel stupid about some things.
She turned around and entered the room inexplicably.
Han Changmu saw this scene under the window, smiled slightly, weighed the small jade bottle in his hand, opened the door and walked out.
He hesitated outside Yao Yao's room for a while and finally knocked on the door.
Yao Yao opened the door, leaned against the door and said with a smile, "Did Young Master leave something behind?"
Han Changmu pursed his lips and smiled, shaking the small jade bottle in his hand: "You have not cleared up the remaining poison, so I brought you medicine."
There was only one oil lamp burning in the room, and the light was as dim as a bean.
The big kang was burning hot, and Han Changmu also deliberately sent thick mattresses and brocade quilts over. Compared with the previous sleeping in the open air, it was like heaven and earth.
Yao Yao sat on the bed, tilted his head and looked at the small jade bottle in Han Changmu's hand, and asked doubtfully: "Master, how to use this medicine."
Han Changmu smiled, gentler than ever before, and patted the hot bed: "Come here."
Yao Yao was inexplicably embarrassed, so he carefully moved to the edge of the kang and looked up at Han Changmu.
The smile on Han Changmu's face deepened: "Are you afraid of me?"
Yao Yao groaned, quickly got on the bed, licked his smile and said, "I'm not afraid."
Han Changmu rubbed the palms of his hands to warm them and poured out a pill. The pills slowly melted in his palms, emitting a faint fragrance.
There was a fire in his eyes, flashing hotly, and his voice was strangely hoarse: "Stretch out your legs."
Yao Yao groaned again, but before he could recover, his legs were pulled over by someone, and his pants were rolled up to his knees, revealing spots of scars.
Han Changmu lowered his head, placed his warm palms on the wound and rubbed it slowly. The fragrance became more and more fragrant.
The room was very quiet, only the breathing of two people could be heard.
There was probably not much oil in the oil lamp, the firelight was getting darker and darker, and the deep night was pouring into the room.
Han Changmu turned around and pulled down the fine bamboo curtain, covering not only the cold moonlight but also everything in the room.
Yao Yao's heart beat hard, and she felt a little panicked. Although she had no experience in love in her previous life, she had watched a lot of romance movies, so she couldn't be said to be a newbie in relationships.
Among the people she knew, Han Changmu was ranked among the top three in terms of good skin. Although he always looked like the King of Hell, he took care of her and rescued her several times along the way, and they got along very harmoniously with her.
If you say you don't have the heart, it is duplicity.
But if she was moved, she was indeed not ready yet, or in other words, ready to stay in this world.
More than ten years after traveling through time, although she slowly accepted her fate, she still couldn't forget to leave in her heart.
She couldn't help but shrink her legs: "Well, Master, I can do that myself."
Han Changmu said nothing and refused to let go of Yao Yao's ankle.
He met Yao Yaoqing's almond-shaped eyes at a glance, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, and his breathing was quickening.
The painting I saw when I went to rescue Xie Mengxia flashed clearly in my mind.
He approached her until his eyes were red, and said in a hoarse voice: "A Yao, close your eyes."
Yao Yao did not close his eyes, but instead opened them wide. He felt his dry lips fall down, and the prick on his cheek hurt slightly.
It's early winter, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The dry and cold morning sun in early winter penetrates the bamboo curtains, casting bamboo shadows on the green brick floor, glowing with a faint white light.
The big kang was very warm, and it was a very comfortable morning. People who are comfortable do not want to wake up from their sleep.
Yao Yao wrapped herself tightly in the brocade quilt and turned over. She felt warm breath coming towards her face. She frowned slightly and opened her eyes.
She was stunned for three breaths before she could clearly see Han Changmu in front of her.
The scream was muffled in her throat, and she suddenly remembered what happened last night, and she shook off the brocade quilt and took a look.
Okay, okay, my clothes are neat.
She patted her hot cheek and turned away, no longer looking at Han Changmu.
Han Changmu chuckled, scooped up Yao Yao and the Jin quilt in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "I didn't do anything last night."
Yao Yao's face instantly turned red, he pursed his lips and said bitterly: "My mouth hurts."
Han Changmu sighed lowly, pulled Yao Yao's body over, and said with an apologetic expression: "It was me, Meng Lang, last night, and I won't do it again in the future."
Yao Yao nodded and was about to speak when he heard Xie Mengxia knocking on the door of the next room: "Jiu Chao, Jiu Chao, come out quickly."
After knocking for a long time but no one answered, Xie Mengxia knocked on Yao Yao's room door again.
The two of them held their breath, not daring to say a word. When they saw Xie Mengxia's figure paused outside the window, and finally left muttering, the two of them breathed a long sigh of relief.
After a while, Han Changmu and Yao Yao, like thieves, walked out one after another and walked to the front hall. The food was already set and everyone was sitting in front of the food table.
Xie Mengxia hurriedly greeted the two of them: "Jiuchao, Ayao, where have you two been so early in the morning? Why are you not in the room?"
Han Changmu and Yao Yao said in unison: "I didn't go anywhere, I just went out for a walk."
Xie Mengxia said with a deep smile: "It's early in the morning and it's freezing cold. You two are going out for a walk! Are you full enough to hold up?"
"..."
Han Changmu didn't say anything. He sat down and ate his breakfast.
Gu Chen looked at Yao Yao next to him, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a low voice: "A Yao, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? Do you have a cold?"
Yao Yao patted his face and said with his usual expression: "It's freezing, it's too cold."
Gu Chen fixedly glanced at Yao Yao without saying anything. He turned around and saw Han Changmu looking at him. He hurriedly lowered his head and ate in silence.
Seeing that Gu Chen felt uncomfortable being looked at by him, Han Changmu finally looked away, raised his lips, and smiled meaningfully.
The atmosphere became a bit awkward. Xie Mengxia looked back and forth among the three people, pursed her lips, smiled mischievously, and suddenly spoke, shockingly: "A Yao, when I knocked on the door, I raped you. The window, didn’t you notice that there was a hole in the window paper?”
"..." Yao Yao's bamboo chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter.
She looked at Xie Mengxia pitifully with her almond-shaped eyes and blinked.
Xie Mengxia chuckled and looked at Yao Yao with obvious meaning, but he said it to Han Changmu: "Well, the fact that I was snatched away by a wolf is not allowed to be spread outside."
"..." Han Changmu raised his eyebrows.
Xie Mengxia stared at Han Changmu threateningly, insisting that he give the right words.
Come to think of it, Xie Mengxia, a great man, the prince of the country who once had a promising future, did not escape for his life on the bloody battlefield, did not choke in the treacherous court, and did not linger in the Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion. Instead, he was almost eaten by a wolf. All gone.
I can't think about it, I feel aggrieved just thinking about it.
Han Changmu nodded slowly, reluctantly making this exchange, but with a slight cough, he spoke again: "Your Highness, please don't go out these days, lest you be targeted by the people from the waiter's house again."
"..." Xie Mengxia's bamboo chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter.
Damn it, why had he forgotten this? Why did he feel that ever since he met Han Changmu, he had no good luck, and his cousin was the one who held all the clues.
