The man's low and hoarse voice sounded a bit cold and sad at the bottom of the deserted cliff.
Mo Ronyan clutched the broken hairpin tightly, feeling a sharp pain in his chest, his breathing seemed to be blocked, and a fishy sweetness suddenly surged into his throat.
He swallowed it calmly and looked at the river calmly.
The feeling of coldness all over my body was replaced by deep sadness.
After a long time, Mo Rong Yan put the broken hairpin into his arms with a cherished look.
Squatting down again, he picked up the grass, the fallen leaves, and the thorn bushes, and looked carefully.
The wound that had stopped bleeding burst open again.
Wisps of bright red are dotted on the green grass leaves, revealing a sad beauty.
Ren Le felt sour and squatted down: "Your Highness, what are you looking for? Ren Le will help you find it. If you keep digging like this, your hands will become useless!"
Mo Ronyan's movements seemed slow and slow, but in fact, he rummaged through a bush in just a few breaths.
His voice was calm and indifferent: "Ren Le, after I leave, you and your grandfather should not mention to anyone that you have met me."
Waiting for another three days was the maximum he could endure.
If there were no gods and Buddhas in the world, he would go to hell to find her.
Ren Le did not think deeply, but said with bright eyes: "Your Highness, I will be fifteen next year, and I can take the Dongqi Military Medical Examination!"
He and his grandfather have been living at the bottom of the cliff, and have listened to the stories of the third prince since he was a child.
He also wanted to be a person like the Third Prince who could protect his family and country, but due to his congenital defective muscles and veins, he was unable to practice martial arts, so he studied medicine with his grandfather.
Mo Rongyan pondered for a moment: "Are you willing to join the Zilin Guards?"
When Ren Le heard this, his eyes widened, "Your Majesty... Your Highness... I... I..."
Mo Ronyan looked at the empty grass, disappointment flashing in his eyes.
When he turned to look at Ren Le, his eyes were clear and light, "If you don't want to..."
"I do!" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ren Le's loud voice.
The originally empty cliff bottom amplified his voice infinitely.
"Fuck! Who the turtle grandson is yelling at?" As Ren Le finished speaking, a female voice suddenly sounded.
Along with this angry curse, a black figure fell from the sky for a distance and hung dangerously on the edge of the cliff.
"Don't let my aunt catch you! Otherwise I will definitely skin you!"
Ren Le looked at the figure hanging on the cliff in shock: "A living person? How can someone hang on a smooth cliff?"
The cliff walls are so high that they are covered with slippery moss. There are no vines or branches, and even birds cannot fly up them.
Even a person with extreme qinggong skills would not be able to get down from the cliff alive.
Not to mention hanging on the cliff like this.
"Damn! Do you have to fall to death at the last moment?" Seeing the claws gradually loosening, Su Ruotang wailed.
She has already become a caver on the top of Jiutian Mountain in the Banya cave.
Finally, he used the equipment in the medical space to assemble a simple claw, and he was about to reach the bottom of the cliff smoothly.
As a result, one of the turtle grandsons roared, causing her hand to shake and fall more than ten meters in an instant.
In a panic, she hurriedly hooked onto a protruding stone, but the stone could not bear her weight.
Seeing that the stone was loose, Su Ruotang turned his head and looked down, his brain quickly calculating the height and probability of survival.
But when he saw the familiar figure by the river, his pupils shrank suddenly and his hands unconsciously relaxed.
There was a whistling wind in his ears, and his body fell rapidly.
Su Ruotang closed his eyes and let himself fall from a height of fifty or sixty meters.
Deep down, there was peace.
My mind is also blank.
"Oh my god, it's fallen!" Ren Le exclaimed.
The next moment, Mo Ronyan's figure was seen rushing upwards, heading towards that figure.
"Hey, Your Highness, you can't use your internal energy! Your muscles and veins will be damaged and your internal energy will be lost!"
Ren Le's pupils shrank and he almost jumped in anxiety.
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled as she listened to the faint shouts below.
Immediately, his body fell into the familiar cool embrace.
The fragrance of cedar lingered in Su Ruotang's breath, and complex emotions emerged in Su Ruotang's heart.
Even she couldn't explain clearly. At this moment, she wanted him to catch her.
I still hope it will fall down like this.
Mo Ronyan held the lost person in his arms, and his eyes, which had always been indifferent and cold, showed uncontrollable joy.
He hugged her tightly, swallowed the sweetness that came to his throat, tapped the cliff with his toes several times, and brought her to the ground.
After Su Ruotang landed, he pushed Mo Rongyan away.
Mo Ronyan staggered back a few steps, clutching his heart, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
His deep black eyes stared at her closely, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "Xiao Haitang, I finally found you."
Su Ruotang's red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc: "Hey, isn't this our wise and mighty third prince who jumped off a cliff for his childhood sweetheart?"
"I thought I could be a widow when I returned, but now it seems that this dream cannot be realized."
Listening to her sinister tone, Ren Le couldn't help but say, "Are you the third prince's concubine?"
Su Ruotang looked at him coldly: "Not anymore."
Ren Le was confused: "Why?"
Su Ruotang pursed her red lips and said lightly: "There is no reason."
Mo Ronyan ignored the tearing pain in her Dantian, used her internal strength to suppress the surging blood, and stepped forward to hug her.
His body suddenly flew into the air, and Su Ruotang instinctively stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the man's neck.
With the scent of cedar lingering in her breath and the faint scent of herbs, Su Ruotang stretched out her hand and pressed it hard against the man's chest. Her tone was cold and hard, "Mo Rongyan, let me go!"
