Murong Chong was taken back to her room by Lin Ruo and pressed on the round stool: "Untie your clothes, I'll look at the wound on your shoulder." ”

Lin Ruo's house has a faint fragrance of wormwood and the sweet fragrance of pastries, the smell of wormwood is the same as the smell on her body, the fragrance is clear, and it makes people feel very comfortable.

The corners of Murong Chong's mouth curled, and he didn't undo his shirt, but wrapped Lin Ruo's slender ten fingers in his hand. He was happy in his heart, because Lin Ruo would be embarrassed by Li Xien's "uncle", and he would worry about whether he was injured because of his frown. These performances are not strong, but they are very direct, without the just right layer of detached and rude smile that is "disguised" in front of people - because he has already entered her heart.

"You...... What are you laughing at? Lin Ruo looked at his smile that gradually widened in arc, and the red clouds unconsciously began to surge towards his face and the tips of his ears.

"It's nothing, it's just that I feel more and more ......" Murong Chong rubbed the soft wattle wrapped in his palm, and with a little force, in Lin Ruo's low voice, he encircled the person into his arms, "How important you are to me." ”

There is always an unexpected person who suddenly intrudes into your life and tells you that you are the best arrangement made by God. Lin Ruo is such a person for Murong Chong.

Lin Ruo pushed Murong Chong uncomfortably, but he didn't push it away, he could only be held in Murong Chong's arms, and complained softly: "How did you pretend to be such a righteous gentleman who didn't smile and sat still?" ”

is different from bells and whistles, but such sincere and simple words, the more you can hit the bottom of your heart.

"Because they are not my princess," Murong Chong was not annoyed, and smiled softly, "But you are." ”

God arranged the appearance of Wanyun, maybe it was to make him understand, let him be vigilant, and let him calm down and wait until Lin Ruo appeared in front of him.

Murong Chong lowered his head and imprinted a kiss on the top of Lin Ruo's head.

It was quiet in the room, and she could hear his heartbeat and feel his breath in his arms.

The scorching temperature passed down from the top of his head, and Lin Ruo's face turned even redder. Obviously, there had been more intimate contact, but such a timely kiss that was affectionate and polite still made her heartbeat freeze for a moment, and then, beat quickly at a more disorderly frequency.

"You, you...... Your wound ......" Lin Ruo lowered his eyelids, his voice was as thin as a mosquito fly, and he tightly clutched the placket on Murong Chong's chest.

"The wound healed well, and it's fine." Murong Chong interrupted Lin Ruo's embarrassment in trying to change the topic, and also relieved her worries, "It's just a knock, at most, it's just a piece of green, just rub it with some medicinal oil." It's similar to going to the school martial arts field to practice with people on weekdays, and you run into a few times, it's fine. ”

Lin Ruo nodded and said no more.

Murong Chong saw that Lin Ruo was still a little unnatural, so he let go of her, let her sit down on the round stool beside her, and poured a cup of tea for himself and the other party.

Drink a serious cup of tea and suppress the turbulent heart.

"Didn't you promise to give him something to eat?" Murong Chong said with a sip of tea.

"There are always all kinds of pastries in the kitchen at any time," Lin Ruo closed the teacup in the palm of his hand, did not drink, but lowered his head slightly, and turned the teacup, "Youcao and Zhuxuan know the taste of Xi'en, and will pick the snacks he likes to send over." ”

"So—we're going to get there? However, you promised to be gracious, and you will go back 'in a while'. ”

Facing Murong Chong's playful smile, Lin Ruo glared at him back.

"Alright, I'll confess!" Murong Chong raised his hands, "Actually, I'm curious about what you have come up with." Fang only glanced at it, shining brightly, very amazing. What is it? ”

"It's a broken porcelain painting made from the broken porcelain that the porcelain merchant collected, knocked into pieces, and then put together according to the ink painting I painted," Lin Ruo regained his steady voice, and when he talked about the masterpiece that was just completed, his clear eyes became more and more agile, and his smiling eyes were crooked, and he was sultry, "These porcelains are incomparable to the porcelain of the imperial tribute, even in the homes of princes and ministers, if those celadon pieces are intact, they may really be able to enter the eyes of any dignitary." The rest, at best, can only be used as decorations for wealthy homes. ”

Murong Chong quietly listened to Lin Ruomei's fluttering words, with a doting smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It also occurred to me that I had seen a craftsman painting with broken porcelain, but I had never tried it. These porcelain tiles are fired quite well, and the glaze color is rich enough. Therefore, I simply gathered all the paint masters near Bian'an to try it together, but I didn't expect it to be true. Lin Ruo smiled at Yan Yanyan, "That broken porcelain painting, painted with rain hitting begonias, named 'green, fat, red and thin', is the words of the female lyricist Yi Anjushi, who I used to like very much, 'Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Know it or not, it should be green, fat, red and thin. ’”

has already confided in Murong Chong the mystery of his identity, so some of the vague words that were used to be from what ancient books and anecdotes have naturally become what Gu Mengyao learned and saw in the past.

"Do you know that it should be green, fat, red and thin?" Murong Chong chewed on these words, "This Yi'an Jushi, the words are really unique, no wonder you like them." ”

"Well, I used to like two lyricists the most, one of them is this Yi'an Jushi Li Qingzhao, she left a collection of words for "Shuyu Ci", because she lived next to Shuyu Spring before her death, so she got this name, I like to sit in front of the window on a rainy day, listen to the sound of drizzle, and read "Shuyu Ci".

"And—what about the other one?"

"The other...... It's a stunning and glamorous talent," Lin Ruo secretly glanced at Murong Chong's expression, and then pretended not to see his frowning brows, and said to himself, "His name is Nalan Xingde, he read poetry and books at a young age, studied both literature and martial arts, was raised at the age of eighteen, and ranked first at the age of nineteen, but unfortunately missed the palace examination due to illness." Three years later, I took the make-up examination and passed the Jinshi ......"

"How do you know so well?" Murong Chong felt a little depressed in his heart.

"Of course," Lin Ruoming smiled, "because he not only writes words well, but is also an extremely infatuated person." Because of the death of his loved one, he was so depressed that he could not afford to fall ill and died young......"

Murong Chong snorted dissatisfiedly in his heart: Fortunately, he died early.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half of the night, and the night rain and rain did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. ”

Lin Ruowei finished reciting Nalan Xingde's most well-known "Mulan Rhetoric", but Murong Chong was even more dissatisfied with this "genius" who could make Lin Ruo unforgettable: a big man, but he wrote a resentment in a woman's tone!

"It's time for us to go back," Murong Chong suppressed his dissatisfaction with Nalan Xingde, interrupting Lin Ruo's admiration and sorrow for the other party, "I want to carefully appreciate your 'green, fat, red and thin'!" ”

After that, he pulled Lin Ruo to get up and walked out.

Lin Ruo laughed "poof", dragged Murong Chong's hand, nodded his toes at a face that was a little dark but deliberately pretended to be indifferent, and whispered in Murong Chong's ear: "Lord Wang, I haven't told you yet, that Nalan genius, surnamed Nalan, has a name and character...... Rongruo. Murong Shaoqing's appearance, Lin Ruo's Ruo. "Hundred Plating" The latest chapter of "Female Businesswoman Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.