When Xiao Nanshuo's departure became an established fact and everything was settled, Su Yunge also completely sorted out his thoughts.

Xiao Nanshuo is a flower blooming on the other side of hell, and if you want to pick it, you must reincarnate yourself, leave your body behind, and leave only a scarred soul to have it.

Rong Qianxun is the bright moon in the sky, a little clear, almost within reach in the sparkling blue waves, hanging on the willow bay everyone can see. As long as you are quietly by his side, you can be with him.

Compared with the reincarnation of hell, Su Yunge, a person who was once in hell, longed for that round of clear light and bright moon.

Walking leisurely to Dingbei Palace, there is a relaxed smile on his lips.

In the small courtyard of the palace, Rong Qianxun was playing the flute among the verdant bamboo forests.

The jasper-transparent flute glowed almost bewitching in the sunlight, and his fingers were slender and his joints were elegant.

The flute touched her lips, and the lips were thin and pink like cherry blossoms.

His eyes were slightly closed, and when his fingers moved lightly, the ethereal flute echoed in the small courtyard of the bamboo forest, and the aftermath lingered.

The tone is warm and moist, but mixed with a little coolness, like the rain in March falling on my heart. It is like a pearl and jade falling on the plate, the spring water is bubbling through, and it is like a cold moon in the middle of the night, lingering with a faint vastness.

It was an intoxicating, even sinking, sound.

Su Yunge stood not far away, looking at Rong Qianxun, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After two lifetimes, she saw such a man for the first time.

His every move was perfect and impeccable, even if his legs were crippled, he was still the man like the wind, and he couldn't touch or touch it.

He just sat there, and one couldn't help but want to be the flute in his hand, hoping to get closer to him, and get closer to him.

The rustling of bamboo leaves, the whimpering flute like a cry, came to an end at the end of the most mournful end.

"Yunge, you're here."

Rong Qianxun opened his eyes, and when he saw Su Yunge, there was a light in his slightly misty eyes, and his black hair was shallow with the wind, with a silky shallow streamer.

He straightened his shirt briefly and stared at her shallowly.

Su Yunge walked over, "Why don't you tie your hair?" ”

Rong Qianxun lowered his eyes, his dense and black eyelashes drooped slightly, and his fingers gently stroked the jasper flute, and there was silence for a moment.

Su Yunge had doubts in her eyes, and she was asking again, and the scenery she saw when she inadvertently looked down made her a little stunned.

Rong Qianhiro's earlobes had a suspicious flush, and the flush spread to his neck, as if to faintly tell his shyness.

Blinking, Su Yunge was even more puzzled. Did she ask anything? Why is Yung Chihiro shy?

"Huh? Chihiro, what's wrong with you? Su Yunge spoke softly.

It's okay not to ask, but when he asked, the flush on Rong Qianxun's earlobe was even worse, if it wasn't for the mask, Su Yunge dared to conclude that his face must be flushed all over at the moment.

After a while, Rong Qianxun spoke.

"I don't want them to touch this hosta."

As he spoke, he took out the hosta from his cuffs.

The white jade streamer is warm and soft, and the middle is connected by gold wire hollowing, which seems simple but hides luxury.

Su Yunge was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he understood what Rong Qianxun was talking about. He wanted to tie his hair with the hairpin she gave him, but he didn't want others to touch it, and he didn't know how to tie it himself, so he just let the hair spread out and simply didn't tie it.

Inexplicably a little crying and laughing, is this an exclusive psychology? But inexplicably a trace of warmth crossed my heart.

She knew that he wanted to monopolize her little goodness.

The heart is slightly sour, but it's just a hairpin, why is it so precious.

"Give it to me, I'll give you a bundle.

The hair shuttled between her hands, and the soft touch made her happy for a moment, glad that she had asked Ruomei's maid how to tie her hair in order to give Rong Qianxun this hosta.

Otherwise, she really wouldn't have done the hairstyle of an ancient man.

"What am I for?" She combed Rong Qianhiro's hair and spoke softly.

What is she? Why do you want to take a fancy to her? Does Rong Qianxun's performance mean that he likes her? Yes, he once said so categorically that she was his wife and he would protect her.

But what is she?

Even if he had explained, it would have been too ambiguous.

She asked vaguely, but Rong Qianxun understood her question. There was a slight silence, and only after a moment did he speak softly.

"That day, when I was about to have a poisonous attack, I was in great pain, and in the midst of the dire water, suddenly a clear spring poured into my heart and spleen, and I was very comfortable. The icing on the cake is easy, it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow, I have been tortured by this poison for a long time, and suddenly there is a moment of relief, so that I only feel that it is God's salvation. ”

He paused, and turned his head sideways to hold Su Yunge's hand.

"And that salvation is you."

Su Yunge's hand was held by him, his fingers were like his people, slightly cool as the moon, and when he shook her, her heart trembled for a moment.

Obviously, he didn't use his strength, but she felt that she couldn't break free, break free from this hand, break free from this person.

Following the strength in Rong Qianxun's hand, she walked up to him and slowly squatted down.

"Like it? Like me? ”

She looked up, her eyes full of light, the color crumpled by the morning sun, and her crystal clear eyes looked at him.

Her voice sounded calm, but only she knew the gentle tremor that lurked in her voice.

She doesn't squirm, she asks whenever she wants.

In her heart, he is the person who is about to spend her life with her, so there is no need to hide it, if you like it, you like it, and you don't like it...... She tried to make him like it.

As the saying goes, there is no corner that can't be dug up, only a junior who doesn't work hard...... Ahh

In short, she came today to spread out everything about her, to show him, and to Rong Qianxun.

There is no cover-up, no temptation.

Rong Qianxun listened to her question, and the hand holding her tightened slightly.

He looked at the girl crouching in front of her, her raised chin, her slender neck, and her crystal clear eyes, all of which fascinated him so much.

Do you like it?

The first unknown encounter, she gave him redemption, she didn't know the way, but he took her to heart.

The second time they met, she knew that Lu Dao was him, and she knew that Lu Dao was him who was bad at walking with both legs, but she stood up so decisively, protected him in that way, and stood up for him.

No one had ever been so protective of him.

They always thought that he was a powerful king of Dingbei, and he could endure any difficulties and pains by himself. But who knows that he also longs for warmth and protection.

He can't say it, and he can't say it.

This kind of desire, he can only suppress it in the bottom of his heart, because he is the king of Dingbei.

But she did it, this woman who had obviously 'never met' him, she did it.

At the beginning of the marriage, he actually had a faint fear in his heart, afraid that she would look down on him, afraid that she would look at him in the eyes of ordinary people, despised, laughed at or sympathized.

He was afraid of all these things.

She was the wife he had personally chosen, the wife he wanted to spend his life with, and it was the most risky decision he had ever made in his life, the biggest gamble.

If you get it wrong, you lose everything.

However, she did not disappoint him, not only did not disappoint, but also surprised him.

She didn't look down on him, but protected him in that way.

He would always remember her standing in front of him, whip in hand, and in a dashing posture. Between the side heads, there is a halo micro-plating, and the red lips are like flowers.

She called him, Chihiro.

It's so intimate, but it's not obtrusive.

She said that she was an ugly girl who was not worthy of him, no, he felt that he was not worthy of her.

His face is just skin, everything is false, but his disability is a fact, he can't walk, can't run, can't gallop on the field, and even the reputation of Dingbei Wangfu is shaky.

Thinking of this, Yung Qianxun gently stroked her cheek with her fingers.

"Cloud Song." He shouted softly.

"Huh?" A trace of doubt, the tail note was lightly picked, with a coquettishness that he had not noticed.

The man in the wheelchair suddenly bent down and lowered his head, and in an instant, the warmth touched her forehead.

It was his lips, kissing her lightly on the forehead.

A kiss, centered.

Quiet and peaceful.

The wind passed through the ears, the rustle of green bamboo leaves, and a girl half-squatted on the ground, her skirt spreading and swaying behind her, like a blooming lotus flower.

A man leaned forward and kissed the girl's forehead, and the faint smile in his eyebrows fell into the lotus like a floating light.

Alluring pictures, the spring breeze is not as good as you.

"I like you, Yunge."

When his kiss fell, the voice was ethereal and a little unreal, but it was so straightforward that it entered Su Yunge's ears and fell to her heart.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was her heartbeat, or his heartbeat.

She only felt that something had taken root in her situation, broken the ground, and blossomed, a beautiful flower. And then it beat so passionately, as her heart beats, and then spreads throughout her body, rushing in the blood.

Is this a feeling of liking?

Is it?

Even Xiao Nanshuo didn't give her such a feeling, it was obviously just an insignificant kiss, obviously it was just a kiss on the forehead, there was no passionate entanglement, no warm kiss, no hot attachment.

But it was more exciting than that, and it almost made her fingertips tremble.

So do you love me?

She wanted to ask, but the words were about to burst out of her throat, and she held back to her lips.

No, can't ask.

Love is a sacred word.

He said he liked it, and that was like it.

As for love, that's for later.

Now she hasn't decided whether she loves him or not?

It doesn't matter, they have a lifetime to understand the word 'love'.

Rong Qianxun's kiss was like a dragonfly dotting water, stirring up the ripples in Su Yunge's heart, but it quietly retreated, and suddenly seemed to notice something, and there was a slight light in his eyes.

"Yunge, your face?"