He put her off his back, hugged her horizontally, and looked at her quietly, such a beauty seemed to make them forget the gap between them for a while, and also forgot their respective missions.

She was slightly raising her chin, and her overly pale face was bathed in the warm sun, which made people feel pity and wanted to take her into her arms and cherish it.

She was laughing, and she was so beautiful when she laughed in the pear blossom forest, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

He has seen a lot of beauties, but no matter how beautiful she is, she has never been in his eyes, and she can affect his mood even with a simple smile.

At this time, a crystal clear white pear blossom fell on the corner of her lips, and the skin felt a slight touch, and she couldn't help but open her lips slightly, wanting to bite the sweet pear blossom close to her mouth.

Murong Canghai looked at her lips, his heart moved, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and put his somewhat cold lips on them, feeling the strange and familiar aura, Su Yueming's body trembled slightly.

Murong Canghai leaned forward, his hand on her waist, and gradually deepened the kiss.

This time the proximity is unlike any before, there is no provocation, no deliberateness, no punishment, and no saber-rattling.

This time, with a bit of apprehension and cherishment, and, reluctance.

Her eyelashes fluttered in the breeze, and time seemed to freeze the silence of the forest, and the sound of each other's heartbeats could be heard in silence.

Suddenly, Su Yueming's heart trembled suddenly, she came to her senses, and pushed him away suddenly, she suppressed the sound of her pounding heartbeat, what's wrong with her?

Murong Canghai's face showed a look of annoyance.

"It's going down." She turned her face away, hiding the flush on her face, and said.

So, Murong Canghai hugged her like this and went down the mountain.

Back in the small house at the bottom of the mountain, the old woman had already crushed the herbs that Su Yueming had collected earlier and put them in a bowl and sent them to the room.

Su Yueming asked Murong Canghai to uncover his clothes, and she personally applied the cold medicine to his wound.

Murong Canghai looked at her skillful technique and asked unhurriedly, "How can you understand this, there are thousands of herbs on the mountain." ”

Su Yueming lowered his eyes and continued to perfunctory, "When I didn't return to the Prime Minister's Mansion before, I lived in Qingcheng and had to do a lot of things every day, so I was often injured, and the Huang family was not allowed to ask for a doctor, so in order to survive, I could only think of a way by myself, and slowly, I would understand something." From beginning to end, her tone was light, without any unhappiness or complaints, as if she was talking about someone else's business.

Murong Canghai's heart seemed to have been pierced by the tip of a needle, and the pain was almost out of breath, how many injuries did he have to experience before he became familiar with a hundred kinds of herbs.

He stared at her hand that was applying herbs to him, and the wide sleeves of his coat fell off, revealing a white, slender arm, which was closed in a shocking way, and there were deep and shallow scars, like worms, coiling on the skin.

He took her hand and rolled up his sleeves a little-

He suddenly gasped, there was hardly a good place on this whole arm, there were scars large and small, new and old.

And most of these are his own masterpieces.

He had hurt her so hard.

His eyes were a little hot, and his heart suddenly moved, and he reached out and took her into his arms, and said-

"I'm not going to hurt you anymore."