Mo Ronyan put down the silk cloth, and a chuckle escaped from his throat.
The hoarse voice hinted at the tenderness, "Madam, you are jealous."
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled fiercely, and her soft voice was calm and indifferent, "You are thinking too much."
She wrapped herself in the thin quilt and rolled to the inside of the bed, not bothering to pay attention to him.
It was undeniable that he risked all his inner strength to save her.
Her unsatisfied heart fluctuated again.
But for Shang Ruyan, he threw her on the cliff. He did not consider whether she would die at the hands of poisonous man No. 7, and risked his own life to save Shang Ruyan.
This scene echoed repeatedly in Su Ruotang's mind, and the ripples in Su Ruotang's heart completely dissipated, freezing her heart again.
She never had a good rest during the days after jumping off the cliff.
At this time, I was lying on the not-so-soft quilt, my thoughts gradually drifting away.
Affective disorder, do you really not understand emotions?
There is relatively little research on this aspect in the medical literature of past lives.
She now deeply doubts whether Mo Ronyan really suffers from affective deficit disorder.
He didn't even want his name for Bai Yueguang. If this wasn't affection, then what was?
After an unknown amount of time, Su Ruotang's slender and soft waist was picked up by a pair of strong long arms.
The man hugged her and let her sit in his arms. The refreshing fragrance of cedar and the faint fragrance of medicine came to her nostrils.
There seems to be a vague aroma of rice porridge.
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled, and her consciousness was not fully awake.
She subconsciously opened her red lips and swallowed the warm white porridge that was fed to her lips.
Sunlight slanted into the house from the window, and tiny bits of light fell on the bed, elongating the figures of the two people embracing each other and blending them into one.
Mo Ronyan changed into a blue robe and looked at the red marks on the delicate skin of the girl in his arms that were rubbed out by the coarse cloth, Qing Jun's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
For dozens of miles near the bottom of the cliff, there were only two people, Ren Le and his grandson.
In order to find Su Ruotang, he stayed at the bottom of the cliff and did not leave.
Now that I've found someone, it's time to leave.
The Third Princess was born in beauty and grew up in prosperity. Only under prosperity and beauty can her beauty bloom.
"Your Highness." Grandpa Ren Le knocked on the door gently.
Mo Ronyan wiped the corners of her mouth carefully, and his tone returned to his usual indifferent and calm tone, "Mr. Ren, please come in."
Mr. Ren gently opened the door and walked in carefully.
What he saw was a beautiful girl lying on the bed, her slender fingers covered with friction scars unconsciously grasping the man's blue sleeve.
Mingyan's eyebrows were lightly frowned, and her long eyelashes trembled from time to time.
As for the dignified man squatting next to the bed, his expression was as cold and indifferent as usual, but with a warm life, not the dead indifference before.
"Your Highness, I want to check the third prince's pulse first?" Mr. Ren put down the medicine box, looked at his expression, and sighed secretly.
Mo Ronyan nodded and stood up.
When he stood up, he found that Su Ruotang's fingers were still holding his cuffs.
He bent down and said softly: "The old man is a doctor, let him take a look at it for you."
Su Ruotang's fingertips moved slightly but did not let go.
Mo Ronyan remained motionless and kept his bent posture.
After a long time, Su Ruotang slowly let go of his hand and turned over.
Mo Ronyan gently pinched her slender wrist: "Good boy, let me take your pulse."
After finishing his words, he looked at Mr. Ren and said, "Old man, we're in trouble."
Mr. Ren cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, you're welcome."
After saying that, he took a closer look at Mo Ronyan's face again and frowned, "Your Highness, do you still feel pain in your dantian?"
Mo Ronyan leaned on the edge of the bed and stood up straight, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, "I can't feel it anymore."
Apart from the burning pain in my chest, I couldn't even feel the pain in my veins.
Mr. Ren's expression changed slightly, he held Mo Rongyan's wrist with one hand and put his other hand on Su Ruotang's wrist.
"Old man, just show it to her." Mo Ronyan moved his wrist.
But because the acupuncture point on his wrist was pressed by Mr. Ren, he couldn't break free for a while.
After a moment, Mr. Ren let go of his hand with an ugly expression, "Your Highness, you fell from the cliff and suffered serious internal injuries. You were in a coma for three days."
"After I woke up, I ignored my health and went out to look for the third prince's concubine. I spent all night writing scriptures last night, and today I used my inner strength again."
"Now the internal energy is completely dispersed in the muscles and veins of the whole body and cannot be gathered."
At this point, Mr. Ren let go of Su Ruotang's pulse and continued with a look of regret: "I will give you acupuncture in conjunction with the medicinal bath to see if I can preserve your internal strength."
When Mr. Ren finished speaking, Su Ruotang suddenly stiffened.
Her long and curled eyelashes trembled violently twice.
The soul seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer.
An indescribable emotion lingers in my heart.
Mo Ronyan calmly straightened his sleeves and said nonchalantly, "I'm sorry to bother you."
As he said that, he looked at Su Ruotang, his clear and gentle tone vaguely worried, "How is she?"
Surprise and doubt flashed in Mr. Ren's eyes: "The third prince's concubine just hasn't had a good rest these days, so it's nothing serious."
It stands to reason that the third prince's internal strength is weak, and if she falls from such a high cliff, there is no chance of her surviving.
But her pulse showed that she was just a little weak because she hadn't had a good rest for many days, and she didn't have any internal injuries.
Mr. Ren was relieved when he thought of the folk rumors that the third prince's concubine had superb medical skills, and what Ren Le said about seeing the third prince's concubine on a hundred-meter-high cliff.
She was probably not injured because she grabbed onto the vines at the top of the cliff when she fell, and because she had a special way of slowly sliding to the bottom of the cliff.
After Mo Ronyan heard this, the worry in his eyes dissipated, "Please, please help her prescribe some medicine for her health."
Mr. Ren sighed softly and looked deeply at Su Ruotang, "Then I will go and prepare first. Your Highness will remember to come and perform the acupuncture later."
With that said, he left the house.
Before closing the door, he looked at the paper pressed by the inkstone on the table and sighed softly.
"The word love is so unbearable..."
