CHAPTER XXXVIII
Su Muyu looked at the two people whose relationship suddenly reversed, and he didn't know why. Thinking that although he had a good relationship with the two of them, he was still closer to Lin Ruo, so he pulled her sleeve and asked in a low voice, "You guys were still tense just now, why did you smile at each other all of a sudden?" β
Lin Ruo glanced at Su Muyu, hooked his fingers at him, and said softly: "Because I suddenly found that talking to smart people is very labor-saving." β
"Huh?"
Su Muyu was stunned, and immediately understood that Lin Ruo was turning a corner and saying that he was stupid, and raised his hand to prepare to hoop Lin Ruo's neck, when a cold murderous aura struck, which frightened Su Muyu and quickly withdrew his hand, and angrily scolded the black shadow who retreated silently: "Phew, I'm just scaring and scaring her, you're going to kill me!" I knew I wouldn't save you. And you! β
Su Muyu pointed at Lin Ruo again: "It's a shame that I was born and died for you, going up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, you actually teamed up with a man who had only met for less than an hour to laugh at me for being stupid!" I ......"
Lin Ruo opened his finger: "Who said just now that I and the prince will be married in less than three months?" What you said is to accuse the prince that I did not abide by the way of women and failed you? β
"I ......"
Su Muyu hurriedly turned to Murong Chong, saw him raise his eyebrows and smiled, as if jokingly said: "Bian'an City is rumored, Su Shizi and the princess who is about to pass through the door have a very good relationship, it seems that it is indeed true." β
"No, no, lord, don't get me wrong, I'm with Aruo...... Ahh β
Seeing Murong Chong's look of disbelief, Su Muyu cried and mourned, pulled the corners of his mouth, and looked at Lin Ruo with helpless eyes: "It's over, am I making trouble for you again?" β
"Yes."
"What should I do then......"
"Xiao Qi is upstairs."
"I see!" Su Muyu was pardoned, and ran to the stairs, but he turned back, looked at Murong Chong who was smiling evilly, and asked Lin Ruo softly: "Are you really okay?" β
Lin Ruo raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, Su Muyu quickly covered his mouth, saying that he would never say anything more, arched his hand at Murong Chong, ran up the stairs with a smoke, and disappeared.
With Su Muyu leaving, only Lin Ruo and Murong Chong, who were sitting opposite each other, were left in the lobby, as well as Leng Shu, who had been staying in the dark. Lin Ruo made a "stand down" gesture at him, Lin Ruo, who didn't know martial arts, didn't have any special feelings, but Murong Chong clearly felt that the invisible powerful pressure suddenly disappeared.
"The county lord doesn't seem to be worried that I'll be jealous." There was an intriguing smile on the corner of Murong Chong's mouth.
"Anyway, you don't really want to marry me, and I don't really want to marry you, is it so important whether you are jealous or not?"
Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Lin Ruo to confess so frankly: "When the county lord said this, aren't you afraid that I will tell the emperor this and revoke this marriage?" β
"Will the prince be?"
"Do you think this king won't?"
"Of course, not only will the prince not go to the emperor to revoke this marriage, but he will also willingly make the mansion ready, and when the wedding day comes, he will marry me into the Rongwang Mansion in a beautiful manner."
"The county lord is so confident?"
Although Murong Chong used a question, there was no tone of doubt in his wordsβLin Ruo said what he was thinking. But he was a little unwilling, the generals who were known as the talents of heaven on the battlefield have always been able to calmly and calmly maneuver between the strategies, but unexpectedly, his mind was seen through by a little woman, and he immediately asked: "If the county lord is really so confident, why did he ask Bo Yu to invite me over today?" β
Lin Ruo pursed his lips aggrievedly: "I'm afraid that you will run away from marriage!" β
At that glance, it seemed to be delicate and angry.
But that sentence goes straight to the point!
Murong Chong couldn't help choking on the tea, and it took a while to calm down, and before he could speak, Lin Ruo's voice came faintly again, with a gloating tone: "Lord Wang, I guess, you shouldn't have been so out of shape, right?" β
A hint of confusion flashed on Murong Chong's thousand-year-old cold face, he cleared his throat, and did not directly answer Lin Ruo's question, but diverted the topic: "You have always treated people like this?" β
"Of course not. The prince has let people collect a lot of news about me these days, right? β
Murong Chong didn't deny it and nodded.
"How can there be people in this world who have the same attitude towards everyone? It's like changing faces on the stage, everyone has many faces to face different people. Cold, friendly, resolute, ruthless, and so on. It's just that there are very few people who can let me treat with this face. β
"What do you mean......"
"Yes, the most sincere way to deal with someone you trust."
Murong Chong couldn't help frowning, and pondered for a long time before asking, "Why?" β
"I want to be an ally of the prince, so I have to win your trust first."
Murong Chong's expression froze, and a woman had said something similar to him.
It's just that what she said is: I am ordered to kill you, so I have to win your trust first.
She went to him with a knife to take his life, but she gave up in the end and saved him with her own life.
He was moved, and worked hard to get her back and keep her by his side, but she left again without saying goodbye, and there was no news for so many years......
After so many years, her existence is like a hidden thorn that can't be pulled out of her heart.
If he could see her again, he would have to put his arm around her shoulder and ask why he did this! And his obsession for so many years actually ends there.
"Don't you believe it?"
Seeing that Murong Chong's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he didn't speak for a long time, Lin Ruo took the lead in breaking the silence.
His black eyes sank, and Murong Chong said in a deep voice: "The county lord's promise is too heavy, and this king can't afford it." β
"Really?" Lin Ruo smiled disapprerovingly, "It's just a promise, it's enough to see if the object of the promise is worth it, and the rest doesn't matter." The prince does not have to be 'bitten by a snake once, and he is afraid of the well rope for ten years', this world has fallen into people, but the prince is not the only one. β
Murong Chong's brows furrowed, and there was murderous intent in his eyes: "What do you mean?" β
Lin Ruo didn't realize it, and casually fiddled with the cup in his hand: "Does the prince know that three years ago, I was seriously ill?" β
"I've heard a little."
Lin Ruo's eyes looked at the unknown distance, and even his voice became ethereal: "No one in the Lin Mansion knows the cause of that illness, and I haven't told anyone about it, including Bo Yu." 'Sometimes there is, sometimes there is no time'......"
These eight words are the words on the Buddhist paper sent by the abbot of Enlightenment.
Lin Ruo's voice paused for a long time at this time, as if the narrator was recalling his past memories. Murong Chong didn't interrupt either, quietly looking at Lin Ruo, who was staring at him with a blurred and unfocused.
"There was a guy who I loved and he loved me, at least in terms of how I felt. He knew everything about me, and I thought I knew everything about him, but I didn't. It wasn't until the last moment that I realized that I could say I didn't know anything about him......"
Lin Ruo's voice seemed to be careless, but the sadness in his eyes was uncontrollable. The wound is scabbed, but he will always remind himself of the bloody memories he once suffered. The emotions that ensue, if they literally choke the throat, are suffocating. This kind of feeling will not be experienced by those who have not experienced it.
And Lin Ruo believed that no one would understand better than Murong Chong.