Mu Xi's heart beat to the extreme, she was shy, closed her eyes tightly, refused, and didn't dare to look at his face again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, there was an inexplicable warmth in his heart, which was moving arbitrarily, but it was activated by his lips, not only did he not refuse, but he even felt a little acceptance.

Yan Muxi, you are so shameless, you were forcibly kissed, and you are still willing. She secretly rebuked herself like this, but there was another voice, which became stronger and stronger in her heart, and there was another picture, although it was blurry and invisible, but in her dreams, it had appeared countless times, that is, the temperature of the two lips, through her lips, brought her warmth, and guided her from the cold hell back to the world.

The picture of déjà vu, the warmth of déjà vu, and even, the sound of déjà vu heartbeat.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked directly at the face in front of her, yes, under a fresh and bright moonlight, on his handsome face, a pair of affectionate eyes like the sea were looking at her persistently.

His lips, as soft as silk, slowly stroked her lips, and when she relaxed her vigilance, the lips opened slightly, as if caring for her body, holding all her lips in her mouth, gently caressing them again and again.

He didn't know that in her mind, thousands of waves were exploding, turning up the pictures in the deepest part of her heart, which she had tried to recall but had never been able to achieve.

She saw that in the heavy rain, he rescued her from the cage and brought her to the cave, and the hazy figure was exactly him in front of her; she heard that when he held her tightly in his arms because of the sudden drop in her body temperature, and warmed her body, his strong and powerful heartbeat was the sound she heard in her ears now; she felt that there was a special warmth, like fire like the sun, spreading from her lips to her whole body, and vaguely, the blurred face was the feather lang in front of her.

Memory is a very delicate box, when you are eager to open it to see the contents, it is indestructible, and there is no crack. But when you no longer deliberately pursue it, it suddenly pours out like a mountain spring without knowing it.

She finally knew that he was the one who hurt her, but it was he who saved her. It was he who deliberately brought her to Jinglu, which saved her life, and he was willing to suffer from captivity, and he did not hesitate to save her with blood.

Thinking back to the prisoner in the box, the eyes of the prisoner when he was tied to a tree waiting for death, the loss of his voice after being given a dumb medicine by her, and the punishment of being whipped by Jinglu, all of this, in his eyes, he never saw abandonment and loss.

Could it be that he was willing to endure all this suffering, just to be by her side, to compensate for the harm done to her?

If this is the case, then this compensation is too tragic, and she can't help but feel sour in her heart.

Looking back on his own experience, whether it is kindness or hatred between him has long been confused and ambiguous, and it is difficult to distinguish.

But none of that mattered anymore, regaining her memories had lifted her out of the nightmare's predicament, and she finally didn't have to look for the person in her dreams, the one who had brought her back to the light in the shadows of darkness.

The relief and brightness in his heart, the lips were much looser and more natural, Mu Xi never knew that this special warmth could make people so happy and happy.

It's a pity that providence made people, just let go, and was ready to fully accept his temperature, the cool breeze of the autumn night swept over her at an inopportune and manic speed, and this cold wind was like a spiritual cold insect, quickly burrowing into her body.

Her chest was flushed, and she couldn't help coughing.

He hugged her tighter and whispered, "I'll send you back as soon as possible and take care of yourself." Rest assured, this matter is planned that even if I don't die, I will leave Daliao, and if I can't protect you, at least, I can no longer hurt you. ”

He rode up at a gallop, holding her tightly in his arms all the way, recalling the warm lips just now, and his silence at this time made her feel loss and sadness that she had never felt before.

When he saw the distant bright lights, he stopped, "Can I hold you a little longer?"

Mu Xi's heart cried, but she was speechless, the lights in the distance were approaching them, and gradually heard the sound of noisy conversations, it was Jinglu's people and horses who were looking for her whereabouts everywhere.

At this time, sitting on the horse, feeling the scolding and warmth he brings, I have never had, or rather, the sense of security that I have not felt for a long time is so short.

"Tong'er, I'll leave it to you, thank you"

His head rested on her shoulder, whispering softly.

She really hopes that time will stand still at this moment, so let him and her be here, hug each other, let her enjoy this warmth more, just like that, snuggled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his breathing, the same as in the dream, perhaps, she is in the dream, she hopes that this dream will last a long time, and she will not wake up.

The lights are nearer, and the footsteps are closer.

He gently withdrew his arms from her waist and clasped them tightly with hers, and it was a long time before he gently relaxed.

"Here!" "Go and report to the prince!" "Found it!" "Come on, bring the carriage and find Master Xi!"

More and more torches dangled in front of her, and the gossiping generals rushed to her horse.

Yu Lang had already turned over and dismounted, holding the reins in his hand, standing in front of the horse, quietly taking the reins away from him by everyone, and someone brought a horse stool to help Mu Xi dismount.

"Go and tell the prince that your master Xi is sick, and you will immediately send a royal doctor for treatment. ”

He was behind her, his voice full of loss and sourness.

Not long after, Xiaoxia rode her horse and saw Yu Lang and her, looked silently, didn't dare to say more, and took care of Mu Xi with all her strength and walked to the carriage.

Mu Xi's heart was filled with Yu Lang's warmth, but the people in front of him ruthlessly separated him from her.

She followed Xiaoxia to the front of the car, took Xiaoxia's hand, and helped her to the car, only to hear Xiaoxia exclaim, "Sister, you have a fever!!"

A word woke up the person in the dream, Mu Xi was forced back to reality by Xiaoxia's voice from the warmth of the dream, probing his pulse, and sure enough, coughing, to speak, it really came as promised.

Although the subordinates didn't know the danger, they at least knew that the master's illness was a big deal, so with Xiaoxia's exclamation, the subordinates immediately acted quickly as if they had been given radical drugs.

Not long after, Jinglu had already received the news, when Mu Xi got down from the carriage, the huge palace, the lights were bright, as bright as day, the imperial doctor was already waiting in front of the palace, and countless servants and maids, each holding on to the basin and water basin and meals, were waiting for instructions neatly.

Her heart is full, and she can no longer fit anything and things, no matter how luxurious these things are, how noble these things are, in her eyes, they have become transparent, only the figure, looking back, but there is no trace.

In a daze, the tired body, lost the support of the spirit, and suddenly wanted to go back to the dream, and passed out.