***

At dusk, Xie Ning and the others left, and Nan Shiyan came, and when he saw Su Yun's pale face, his warm face suddenly became solemn.

Seeing this, Su Yunran quietly poured a cup of tea and slowly pushed it in front of Nan Shiyan.

Nan Shiyan raised his eyes and stared at Su Yunran tightly, his eyes were full of judgment: "Poisonous?" ”

Su Yunran paused, then nodded and admitted, "Yes." ”

"Why?" Nan Shiyan frowned, and his originally warm and delicate voice became majestic, with the momentum of a superior person.

Su Yunran looked directly at Nan Shiyan's compelling gaze and said calmly: "Youyuan grass." ”

The two looked at each other like this, and in the end, Nan Shiyan sighed and said helplessly: "You······"

Su Yunran smiled slightly, and said clearly: "Senior brother, it's not completely poisonous, it's just a little affected, and it's not a big deal."

Nan Shiyan's warm eyes were filled with sadness and helplessness, "Ling'er, do you know the consequences of being completely poisonous?" ”

Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled slightly, he was silent for a long time, nodded, and spoke: "Ling'er knows." ”

Nan Shiyan sighed and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother doesn't want you to come to that point. ”

"No, it won't." Su Yunran lowered her eyebrows, with a shallow smile on her delicate face, "Ling'er has a family, a master, a senior brother, and a friend, so she is reluctant to leave." ”

"So ······" Nan Shiyan paused and continued, "What about Mo Qingchen? ”

Su Yunran's face froze, restrained his smile, and said lightly: "It's just a passerby." ”

Nan Shiyan shook his head, full of helplessness: "Ling'er, you and I have grown up together, do you still want to hide this little thing from your senior brother?" ”

"Yesterday, Ling'er went to help Mo Qingchen heal his injuries." Nan Shiyan's eyes were warm, and there was forbearance and helplessness, "Knowing that his wound had the poison of Youyuan Grass, you still made a move." ”

"It turned out to be ······" Su Yunran smiled: "Senior brother knows. ”

Nan Shiyan smiled helplessly: "This can be guessed, I recently got the news that the elders of the Xiling royal family have gone out of the customs and joined forces with Namo Qingyi." ”

"Ling'er, what should you do?" Nan Shiyan looked at Su Yunran directly, asked directly, and did not give her a chance to escape.

"Senior brother." Su Yunran raised his eyes, touched his heart with his right hand, and said softly: "Mo Qingchen, it's a calamity for me." ”

"I'm not going to let him have anything until I figure something out."

"Ling'er." Nan Shiyan spoke, his eyes like stars were sad: "Don't fall deeper and deeper." ”

Su Yunran tilted his head and said with a light smile: "Senior brother, don't worry, it won't." ”

Nan Shiyan looked at Su Yunran, but smiled silently.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear.

Ling'er, if you can't survive this catastrophe, what awaits you is a catastrophe.

How can you give it up?

That Mo Qingchen, is it really worth it for you?

***

When night fell, Su Yunran was wrapped in a cloak, nestled on a low couch, holding a book in his hand, and the night pearl in front of him emitted a soft light.

Mo Qingchen's figure appeared silently and walked slowly towards Su Yunran.

Feeling the breath of the comer, Su Yunran did not move, and continued to look at the scroll in his hand.

Seeing that Su Yunran ignored him, Mo Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, did not speak, only used his spiritual power, removed the cold on his body, and sat next to Su Yunran.

Su Yunran moved his body away from Mo Qingchen, but still didn't look at Mo Qingchen.

Mo Qingchen smiled lightly and stared at Su Yunran, his eyes focused and affectionate.

Obviously, Su Yunran's concentration was excellent, no matter how hot Mo Qingchen's gaze was, she was still looking at the scroll intently.

Mo Qingchen frowned dissatisfiedly, pulled out the scroll in Su Yunran's hand, and called, "Ah Ran." ”

Only then did Su Yunran raise his eyes and glance at Mo Qingchen, and his voice was light: "Something?" ”

Mo Qingchen looked at Su Yunran, who seemed to be a little farther away from him, and frowned, "It's okay, I just miss you." ”

Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled, and he slowly sat up, pulled Mo Qingchen's wrist, and caught his pulse.

Mo Qingchen did not object, and followed Su Yunran's movements.

After a while, Su Yunran let go of Mo Qingchen's wrist and said lightly: "Your injuries have not fully recovered, so you shouldn't run around." ”

Mo Qingchen smiled lightly, "I know." ”

Su Yunran glanced at Mo Qingchen, ignoring his aggrieved and complaining eyes, and his tone was unacceptable, "Then go back and have a good rest." ”

Mo Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly, and reached out to hook up a strand of green silk from Su Yunran, "Ah Ran, you took off my clothes yesterday." ”

Su Yunran paused, his small earlobes slowly became red, and he replied stiffly: "It's that subordinate of yours who is too stupid to take off his clothes." ”

Mo Qingchen chuckled lightly, his laughter was magnetic and low, like a suddenly blooming ice and snow spirit flower, bright and seductive, "That's why he didn't dare." ”