Mu Jiuxiao's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and he was about to get up subconsciously, paused, glanced at Shangguan's useless back, suppressed the excitement, and still chose to be silent.

At this time, Shangguan's useless movements paused, although he already knew that Lin Ling'er would return along the way, but when it really came to this moment, he was a little unwilling, thinking about Mu Jiuxiao's feelings for her, he secretly regretted that he didn't cut her off on the way back.

It's not that he didn't have this idea before, but because he was afraid of a few entourages around her, he didn't start, and he stubbornly thought in his bones that he was Mu Jiuxiao's most loyal courtier, and assassinating the princess was not what he should do as a courtier, and he couldn't have a dislike with Mu Jiuxiao, after all, the big thing was not done, the revenge was not avenged, and the two must be of the same heart.

Thinking of this, he could only sigh secretly, even if he felt uncomfortable, he could only go.

The bony hand continued to turn the wheelchair and moved out of the tent.

Hearing the sound of him leaving, Mu Jiuxiao opened his eyes, he slowly turned his head, stared at the tent intently, and his eyelids were reluctant to blink, for fear that he would miss the moment when Lin Ling'er entered the tent.

The cheers outside came one after another, and his heart rose one by one, and at last, a voice came in from outside the tent:

"Mu Jiuxiao!"

It's her!

The voice fell, the tent was opened, and Lin Ling'er ran in panting.

Her little face was tense, and there was a flush on her cheeks that had been blown by the cold wind, and her expression looked a little nervous and a little excited, and when she saw Mu Jiuxiao lying stiffly on the bed, her eyes instantly moistened.

"I'm back!"

Her footsteps stopped at the tent, looked at him, barely pulled out a smile, and said only four words.

On the bed, he looked at her and nodded slightly, but his voice was choked and hoarse:

"I know."

Unlike what she imagined, there was no passionate hug, no hot/hot kiss/kiss, all she was waiting for was his faint three words, and the tears he was desperately suppressing, his eyes were red, and the tears must be hot.

However, he is alive, and this is the best welcome for her.

She didn't speak again, but ran straight to him, took out the antidote from her bosom, and held it in front of him like a treasure:

"Look, antidote, I said I'd get it back!"

Her eyes were shining, and she was about to open the small porcelain bottle and pour out the antidote.

But Mu Jiuxiao grabbed his hand, he looked at her with burning eyes, and asked:

"Are you okay?"

His brows were furrowed, probably due to his body, at this time he was less indifferent than before, and became gentle, and there was a trace of fragility in his burning eyes.

She nodded desperately, with a smile on her face, but tears flowed from her big bright eyes:

"Well, I'm fine."

Is she really nice?

When she went to the Zhebei Palace, she almost drowned in a backwater lake, and if she hadn't been rescued by Amori, she might never see him again.

However, she won't tell him this, and I don't know when she went from comparing with him to reporting good news and not bad news.

He let go of his hand, and with great difficulty raised his arm to touch her cheek, gently wiping away tears from her face, his chapped lips barely tearing away a smile, but it was the only smile he had had in so many days.

Seeing him laugh, she also grinned, laughed happily, wiped a handful of tears vigorously, and said:

"Come, take the antidote first."

As she spoke, she opened the small porcelain bottle, poured out a pill the size of a small fingernail from it, and sent it into Mu Jiuxiao's mouth.

Turning to look inside the tent, he saw a teapot on a small table beside him, so he poured a cup of water and brought it to his mouth, and then lifted him up and leaned on himself, and fed him the water.

"How does it feel?"

She couldn't wait to ask.

Mu Jiuxiao smiled:

"Are you too anxious?"

She thought about it and smiled, yes, this medicine has just been eaten, how can it be effective immediately?

"This is the antidote I have worked so hard to get back, of course I am anxious, if this medicine is fake......"

Speaking of this, her heart tightened, what a fool, why did she only consider the truth of this antidote now, if it was fake...... She didn't dare to think about it, so she changed her words again and again,

"Bah, this medicine can't be fake, it must be real!"

Thinking that the queen was frightened crazy that night, how could she still use a fake antidote to deceive people?

He suddenly took her hand and put it to his lips, kissed it gently, and said:

"Lie down with me for a while."

He had never had such an invitation, and when had he had a relationship, not in an ambiguous/ambiguous situation?

His sudden gentleness and straightforwardness made her a little uncomfortable, and her cheeks quietly reddened.

However, she almost lost her life to exchange the antidote for him, wasn't it just this moment?

"Hmm."

She nodded obediently, carefully leveling him first, and then took off her snow-white cloak and lay down beside him.

He was unable to move, so he could only turn sideways slightly, looking at her intently, with a smile on his lips all the time, so gentle and restrained.

"Tired?"

He asked softly.

The excitement when they first met has passed, and now Lin Ling'er is only happy, she feels his love/caressing, his palms are a little rough and dry, maybe it is related to the perennial martial arts practice, but this is a man's hand.

She smiled brightly and looked at him and shook her head:

"Not tired, not tired at all."

She didn't sleep all night last night, and today she rushed for half a day to return to him, but at this moment, she was extremely energetic, as if she had been beaten with chicken blood, just wanted to look at him, just wanted to laugh.

He suddenly clasped her head and imprinted a kiss on her forehead, his chapped lips touching her delicate skin, a little tingling, but warm.

She had mixed feelings, but at this moment, she just wanted to feel the beauty of reunion, so she hugged him with both hands, buried her head in his chest, and closed her eyes.

The hustle and bustle outside seems to be gone, and it seems that only the two of them are left in the vast world.

The years are quiet, and Lin Ling'er realized the meaning of these four words for the first time.

"It's nice to hold you like that."

She curled up in his arms like a ball of pompoms and hugged him tightly.

He stroked/stroked her soft hair, did not speak, just stroked/stroked one by one, from her hair to her back, gently and regularly.

This action lasted for a short time, and he heard her snoring in his arms, each of which hit his heart.

She was tired, he knew.

Pulled the quilt beside him and covered the two of them, and he let her hold and snuggle up like this, and fell asleep deeply.

Every day, his people would get news from Mu Yun Mu Jin, what she had done, whether she had eaten well, whether she had slept well, whether she was in danger, and what novel witticisms she had said that people couldn't understand......

Shangguan was useless to send someone to monitor her every move, and Amoli appeared to help her, and he knew when she entered the palace and when she left the palace.

It's just that no one understands why she grabbed the skin, and why she released him after being imprisoned?

Today, when he heard the news that she was coming back, what he was looking forward to was not the antidote, but her, an intact her!

He hugged her petite body, and a wave of distress came to his heart, and suddenly an idea came to him, she saved his life, did her fate have a reason to change?

Thinking of this, he hugged her tighter, closed his eyes, but said silently in his heart: Father, will you blame me?

The soldiers in the barracks were very excited because of the return of the princess, everyone grabbed Mu Er and others and asked this and that, Mu Er and others were not people who talked much, just smiled and answered some innocuous questions, just a few words were pitiful, and the soldiers couldn't listen to it, but they could only leave stupidly.

Mu Tu and Mu Yu stayed at the mouth of the coach's tent, and everyone had a tacit understanding not to disturb the people in the tent, but they were also looking forward to seeing the prince and princess again.

At sunset, Mu Tu asked Mu Jiuxiao outside the tent if he wanted to have dinner, and when he saw that there was no movement in the tent, he quietly opened a corner of the tent, and the small tent had an unobstructed view.

Mu Jiuxiao opened his eyes and glanced at the little woman in his arms through the faint red light of the sunset, she slept peacefully, her small mouth was pouting, and her little face was flushed, like a freshly ripe peach.

He smiled softly, raised his hand to pull the broken hair from her cheek behind her ear, and pressed his chin against her forehead, hugging her tightly.

At this time, he seemed to feel that the stiff body that was pressed was a little numb, he tentatively moved his fingers, but he moved, and then tried to move his feet, he was conscious!

The smile on the corner of his lips couldn't help but open, it seemed that the antidote was real, and it worked quite quickly.

He looked at her face again, and couldn't help kissing her sleepy eye, which made her snort for a while, wiped her itchy nose like a cat, arched into his arms, and went back to sleep.

He put his left arm under her neck, used her as a pillow, and closed his eyes contentedly.

When Lin Ling'er woke up, she couldn't see her fingers in the tent, and his breath lingered in her nose, which made her feel at ease even in such a dark night.

Why did she fall asleep? I was a little annoyed for a while, as if I missed the moment of reunion with him in whispers, and they didn't seem to have spoken a few words.

Thinking of the antidote, she began to reach out and grope for him.

He was only wearing a midcoat, which should feel good, at least he could feel where it was soft and where it was stiff.

She remembered that the place where he was injured was his left shoulder, so she started from the left side, and then touched the right side, and felt that the softness on both sides seemed to be about the same, but for some reason, his body always felt hard to the touch, which made her a little confused whether it was sick or normal.

As he was thinking in his heart, his voice suddenly sounded above his head:

"Enough touching?"

Like a child who was doing something bad and was caught by an adult, she quickly retracted her hand and held it in front of her chest, smiled, and whispered:

"Are you awake?"

Please, it's strange to be touched by her like this, you can sleep!