Ye Mu has seen a lot of ugly faces, but this is the first time he wants to slap someone.

However, he had to find a dress for Ye Mujing first.

Ye Mushen once again meditated on the Buddha's mind.

Now is the time to take it to heart.

"Say whatever you want." Ye Mushen had a gloomy handsome face, "That, borrow a set of clothes, I want to take Brother Jing away." ”

Ling Shang looked at the unconscious Ye Mujing, turned around and took a set of elegant white robes, "If you want to take him away, take him away as soon as possible." When he wakes up, it's not certain whether he will go with you or not. ”

Ye Mushen put on clothes for Ye Mujing, carried him on his back, and opened the door.

It's evening.

The twilight was bleak, and the sky was falling with white snow.

Ye Mushen stood still by the door, and glanced back at the faint and dim figure behind the screen.

And so it goes...... He was not reconciled.

Why, he has experienced so much stunned and sad in a day, but he is still calm?

Ye Mushen's clear eyes became gloomy, and dark clouds and terrifying waves gushed out in his black eyes.

He smiled heartily, "Ling Shang, you're right—no matter what Brother Jing does, he's a clean person—I won't hate him." ”

He paused, "And whatever you become, you're the dirty one." ”

Ling Shang stood silently behind the screen, like a withered old tree, without the slightest response.

After Ye Mushen said that, he regretted it a little in his heart.

It wasn't his intention to hurt people so much.

But why he said it, he didn't understand.

Is it just to anger him?

Would a person like Ling Shang be angry at his words?

Probably not.

And...... Ye Mushen didn't want him to have any more emotions for himself.

It's best not to owe each other.

Seeing that Ling Shang didn't react, Ye Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief and left with Ye Mujing on his back.

The main hall of the Hou Mansion is brightly lit, and the sound of the guests' chatting is irritating.

Ye Mushen took a long detour and left through the side door.

He called a carriage and drove to Xiaoaotang.

Ye Mujing lay on his side, his head resting on Ye Mushen's lap.

He seemed to have a nightmare, his face was pale, but the temperature on his body was frighteningly high.

Ye Mushen attached to his ear and said softly, "Brother Jing, it's okay." ”

Ye Mujing snorted a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his eyes and saw Ye Mushen, and immediately closed his eyes tightly as if he was fleeing.

His nose was red, and tears were pouring out of the corners of his eyes.

Ye Mujing's journey all the way can be regarded as smooth, and it really hurts him...... There was only Ling Shang alone.

He's not a night ginseng.

Heartbreak is heartbreak, and he can't deceive himself.

In addition to crying, crying like a child, Ye Mujing didn't know what else he could do.

He can't do it like Ye Mu Ginseng, who heals his wounds with wine.

He can't be like Ye Mushen, who has thousands of sharp thorns in his heart, but he can still have an impeccable smile on his face.

Ye Mushen took out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the tears on her face for Ye Mujing, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Brother Jing, whose skin is thinner than a piece of paper, really doesn't want to see himself, right?

Ye Mu Shen is also afraid that Ye Mu Jing's medicinal properties have not faded, and he will do anything rude.

He stopped talking, only let Ye Mujing cry happily.

Lifting the curtain, a strong wind penetrated and blew on Ye Mushen's pale face, blowing his hair into chaos.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the snow was falling into a torrent of snow at some point.

Ye Mushen raised his head slightly, his clean eyes reflected patches of white snowflakes, and his face showed a rare innocent look.

It was as if it was the first time he had seen snow.

His nose was slightly sour.

He remembers that not so long ago, he wanted to watch the snow with someone.