Li Zijing smiled: "I hope it's really not a big deal." "Once something big happens, as the emperor, she should not be able to continue to live this kind of idle, ordinary and simple life with her.

Gu Ruohan was silent, but just withdrew his hand from the baby's two little hands.

The little baby immediately pouted and looked at Gu Ruohan with an unhappy look.

Li Zijing laughed and said, "Yu'er is like me, I like your hands very much." Xianggong, to be honest, your hand is really good-looking. ”

Gu Ruohan played with the baby with his hand, making the baby happy again immediately, and said, "Your hands are also good-looking." ”

Li Zijing smiled: "My hands are different from yours, my hands are just slender, unlike yours, not to mention slender, but also with distinct bones." Of course, there's nothing I don't like about you. ”

As soon as Gu Ruohan heard Li Zijing's last sentence, the corners of his thin and cold mouth instantly couldn't be suppressed.

At the same time, on the other side, Su Lianjin had already run to the side of the mountain.

The sound of the flute came from the mountains, and his family must have been in the mountains. And the sound of the flute came, which made it easy for him to find his house.

By the stream in the mountains, on the big stones, Mu Jinghong was dressed in white, sitting there with a peach blossom face, facing the trickle, calmly playing the flute, and the white clothes were stained with a few traces of blood, as if the red plum of the wax moon was embellished on it, the beauty was suffocating, and it was the lining of Mu Jinghong who did not look like a person in the world at all.

When Su Lianjin saw Mu Jinghong, he was even more happy.

But because the red of Mu Jinghong's white clothes was too gorgeous, it was difficult for Su Lianjin not to pay attention to it, and as soon as he noticed those bright red, Su Lianjin immediately became anxious.

Anxious and worried, he grabbed Mu Jinghong and asked, "Jinghong, what's wrong with you?" Hurt? Why is there blood on the body? ”

Mu Jinghong was forced to stop playing the flute.

"I'm not hurt, it's someone else's blood." didn't say anything, just said this, Mu Jinghong put the flute to his mouth again, and continued to play the unfinished tune.

She had composed this piece for him.

And this tune, she will only play for him.

But she is the only one who remembers these.

When Su Lianjin heard that Mu Jinghong was not injured, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Mu Jinghong continued to play the tune, Su Lianjin no longer asked Mu Jinghong anything, but sat down next to Mu Jinghong, holding his face with both hands, and listened to Mu Jinghong playing the flute very happily.

The appearance of his flute is also very good-looking.

Mu Jinghong stared into the distance with a long gaze, and continued to play the song calmly, before she took the flute away from her mouth and leaned on Su Lianjin's shoulder with a tired face.

While closing her eyes, she said lightly: "I'm tired, let me sleep." ”

"Oh, then you can sleep." Su Lianjin hurriedly responded, and he didn't bother to ask Mu Jinghong why he was so tired.

Feeling that Mu Jinghong should sleep comfortably on his shoulder, Su Lianjin put Mu Jinghong lying on the stone, and at the same time, he also gave Mu Jinghong his legs as a pillow.

By other people's side, Mu Jinghong may not feel at ease, but by Su Lianjin's side, Mu Jinghong is extremely relieved.

This sleep, Mu Jinghong slept directly until the sun went down.

Seeing that Su Lianjin's legs were numb from her sleep, she didn't pinch Su Lianjin, she just sat up like that, and looked at Su Lianjin coldly and arrogantly soothing his numb legs.

Su Lianjin pinched his numb leg and asked with concern: "Jinghong, why are you so tired?" I've never seen you so tired. ”