The man with a mysophobia came here and hugged the girl in black clothes covered with moss. There was only joy in his eyes, but no disgust.
His jet black hair was soaked with cold sweat on his forehead and stuck to his temples wetly.
Junmei's beautiful face is a bit more pale and enchanting.
Mo Rongyan held Su Ruotang firmly and walked forward. Hearing this, his eyelashes lowered and he looked at her deeply.
What came into view was Su Ruotang's beautiful face stained by black moss.
She was like a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll, with a few drops of ink splashed on it.
The long and curled eyelashes quivered slightly, stained with tiny bits of crystal, giving off a heartbreaking sense of fragmentation.
Seeing the cold sweat on her white forehead, Mo Ronyan tightened her thin lips, as if her heart was being hit with a heavy hammer.
After a while, he managed to spit out a few words, "You are hurt."
Su Ruotang felt the burning pain in her knees and ankles, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she pursed her red lips in silence.
Mo Ronyan, with a graceful figure and a calm expression, hugged her and continued walking.
Su Ruotang pressed her face against his chest and could clearly hear the man's slightly rapid heartbeat.
She was a doctor, and she knew just from his breathing that he was seriously injured.
As Ren Le knew, he might have lost this deep inner strength because of the forceful use of his inner strength to save her.
Feeling his slightly cool body temperature, for a moment, she felt that the things she once cared about were not that important.
But there was Shang Ruyan between them.
After a while, Su Ruotang's red lips opened slightly and her voice was almost inaudible, "Why?"
Mo Ronyan understood the three words "headless and brainless".
He didn't answer, his Adam's apple rolled, and his arms hugged her tightly.
After not receiving a reply from the man for a long time, Su Ruotang suddenly didn't want to know the reason why he saved Shang Ruyan.
She closed her eyes tiredly.
An indescribable tiredness spread from her limbs and bones, wrapping her tightly.
It pressed her so hard that she almost suffocated.
At this moment, she even wished that she would fall from the cliff into the river.
Ren Le looked at the man in a black gown, holding the beautiful girl in black with both hands, and slowly walked away.
Although it is from the back, there is a kind of suppressed sadness.
Ren Le thought of the thick Buddhist scriptures in Mo Ronyan's house, and the sentence——
[If there is a god in the world, please protect my wife’s safety. 】
His heart suddenly felt sour, and his vision gradually blurred.
Fu Ling was so moved that he understood what Mo Ronyan said just now——
When I'm gone, don't tell anyone you've seen me.
When he said leaving, he didn't mean leaving the bottom of the cliff and returning to the capital.
But if he can't find the third prince's concubine again, he will choose to end his life.
...
Inside a simple but warm wooden house.
Behind the rough screen, steam rises from the tub.
Su Ruotang lay on the edge of the tub with a slightly dazed consciousness, letting the noble and elegant man wash her hair gently.
The man's long fingers, which were always cold, felt a rare warmth when soaked in hot water, and gently massaged her scalp.
"Do you have any ointment? Your wound needs medicine." After washing her hair, Mo Ronyan looked at her long eyelashes and drooped look, and spoke slowly.
His cold voice was hoarse.
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously took out a bottle of ointment from the medical space, "Use this."
Mo Ronyan took it and carefully placed it in a dry place.
Then, pick her up.
Water droplets flowed down her smooth skin and fell into the tub, causing splashes of water.
Mo Ronyan's long fingers hooked the clean clothes on the screen and draped them on her body casually.
Su Ruotang raised her eyes slightly: "Whose clothes are they?"
Mo Ronyan held her and walked to the bed: "Mother Ren Le."
"The conditions at the bottom of the cliff are poor. Madam, I feel sorry for you."
Hearing the word "Madam" come out of his mouth, Su Ruotang felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
She raised the corners of her lips and smiled coldly, "I won't wear what Shang Ruyan wore."
Mo Ronyan put her on the couch, Qing Jun frowned slightly, picked up a rough silk cloth, and wiped her dark hair, "No one has worn it."
He didn't care that his robe was covered with dirt and debris.
Su Ruotang looked at him steadily for a while, then her eyes paused on the dirt at the hem of his clothes.
Feeling the warmth of the man's fingers passing through his scalp, he closed his eyes and said calmly: "Mo Ronyan, aren't you tired?"
Mo Ronyan paused slightly and lowered his voice a bit, "Tired."
Su Ruotang sneered in her heart.
Before she could speak, the man's hoarse and deep voice continued, "Every moment when your life or death is unclear, I feel so tired of living."
Su Ruotang's heart trembled, and the curve of her lips became more sarcastic, "Yes, Shang Ruyan will not be able to become the third prince's concubine while I am alive."
"Your Highness is naturally tired of dealing with his childhood sweetheart and his current wife."
Mo Ronyan squatted beside the bed, slowly wiping her waterfall-like black hair, and curled his lips, "The third prince's concubine will always be you."
"There are vines on the upper part of the cliff. I can guarantee that I will not die."
Listening to the man's words, Su Ruotang felt irritated and interrupted him coldly, "Oh, whether His Highness dies or not has nothing to do with me."
Mo Ronyan's expression remained calm and calm as he dried her hair slowly and said, "I don't regret saving Shang Ruyan."
Su Ruotang opened her eyes suddenly and looked at him coldly, her red lips filled with cold syllables every word, "What your Highness regrets is that he impulsively married me in Qingling Temple!"
