Su Yunran's eyes narrowed, he shook his head, his gaze became clearer, and his vision was full of Mo Qingchen's gentle face.

Nodding slightly, Su Yunran took the snow-colored nightgown, got out of bed, came to the inner room, changed the dark purple skirt on his body, folded it and put it into the space.

Walking out of the inner room, Su Yunran fell into a warm embrace, and his waist was tightly locked by a pair of powerful arms.

The familiar cold fragrance, the familiar breath, the familiar strength, Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled, he didn't struggle, his body relaxed slightly, and he leaned on the warm chest obediently, and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Mo Qingchen took Su Yunran in his arms, sat down in front of the dresser, put her on his lap, untied the hairband that tied her green silk, and took off the hosta on the cloud sideburns.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Qingchen raised her lips, smiled peacefully, reached out and took the jade comb on the table, and carefully combed her smooth green silk.

When Mo Qingchen put down the jade comb, Su Yunran's head leaned directly on his chest, his breathing was slow, his pale thin lips moved, as if he had said something, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and he quieted down and made no sound.

This well-behaved and confused appearance is obviously asleep.

Seeing this, Mo Qingchen's expression was slightly moved, Rumo's eyes were filled with deep tenderness, and his slender fingers gently brushed Su Yunran's cheeks, and his heart was full of distress and love.

Ah Ran is still too tired.

Not only have to deal with the provocations of those families on weekdays, try to maneuver calmly and unhurriedly, but also bother to investigate clues and find out all kinds of conspiracies.

Mo Qingchen sighed deeply, gently picked up Su Yunran's thin body, slowly walked to the bedside, put it on the soft bed, pulled the water-colored brocade quilt to cover it, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.

The moment his head touched the soft pillow, Su Yun's pale thin lips moved, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Qingchen raised his lips, smiled slightly, and sat down on the edge of the bed with a robe in his robe.

The slender fingers gently caressed Su Yunran's delicate face, Mo Qingchen's expression was slightly moved, and the lines of his face gradually softened, with a warm and warm atmosphere.

After all, he hadn't seen his Ah Ran in months.

Last time, Ah Ran took the risk and obtained the Sangdong grass for him, helped him stabilize the spell seal formation in his body, and gave him the inheritance of the formation, without saying anything, he urged himself to hurry back.

Although there is a lot of reluctance, I still have to go back after all.

After that, it was a few months of separation, and a few months of not seeing each other.

I can't hear Ah Ran's voice, I can't see Ah Ran's face, and I can't touch Ah Ran's cheek.

He also wrote a few letters, and asked his henchman Wuchen to personally send them from Xiling to the Eastern Dynasty, to his Ah Ran, and then bring Ah Ran's reply back.

Whenever he sat down, grinded, spread out the plain paper, and picked up the pen, Mo Qingchen would have a moment of trance and confusion.

Obviously, there are so many things I want to say to Ah Ran in my heart, but between the pen and the paper, a thousand words have become a few words, and those faint greetings and delicate instructions make the tip of Mo Qingchen's nose astringent and his eyes red.

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Ah Ran, it's the same.

Every reply is only a few words, every sentence, the faint tone, always reminds Mo Qingchen of Ah Ran's clear and jade-like voice, and the sentence of "Don't read it" always reminds Mo Qingchen of Ah Ran's clear eyes.

Then, Mo Qingchen would squeeze the thin letterhead tightly and put it in the position of his heart, and his heart was a soft mess, forgetting all the tiredness and irritability.

When he waited for Ah Ran's reply, he always felt that time passed very slowly, and Xiling was too far away from the Eastern Dynasty.

Who in the clouds sent the brocade book.

He's waiting, his dyeing.

This time, when he heard that his father allowed King Sheng Mo Qingyou to choose his own concubine, he did not hesitate to put down the matter at hand, regardless of the obstruction of others, and came to the Eastern Dynasty and came to his Ah Ran side by himself.

The rest of the people had nothing to do with him, although he didn't know why a marriage between the two countries, which would not have any accidents, had a problem because of a little princess, but, when he heard about the specific situation, Mo Qingchen faintly felt that there must be some kind of connection with Ah Ran.

He knew that Ah Ran had his own plan, but Mo Qingchen still couldn't help but rush to the Eastern Dynasty to see his Ah Ran.

Although he knew that Ah Ran would not suffer easily, Mo Qingchen was still not at ease, and he always felt deeply uneasy in his heart, always feeling that if he was not careful, Ah Ran would leave him.

When he arrived at Yunshuiju, he didn't see the girl in his heart, and at that moment, he was deeply afraid and worried in his heart.

Through the heavy and cold night, he saw the familiar figure in Yicui Building, and without the slightest hesitation, Mo Qingchen directly took the person into his arms, his hands were constantly trembling, and he was unwilling to let go.

At that moment, a sense of satisfaction quickly swelled up in Mo Qingchen's heart, and the stream called "happiness" flowed through every inch of his heart, leaving the warm temperature, slowly fragrant, and continuous.

Ah Ran's sentence "You are finally here" made Mo Qingchen's heart overflow, and many emotions flooded.

Sighing deeply, Mo Qingchen pulled her thin lips, her slender fingers gently straightened the hair on the side of Su Yun's face, and the slightly cool fingertips lingered on her fair cheeks, which actually brought a temperature that could not be ignored.

As if feeling something, Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled slightly, her pale thin lips moved, and her white little hand stretched out from under the brocade quilt, and suddenly grabbed Mo Qingchen's hand that stayed on his cheek, pillowed it under his head, rubbed it gently, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Looking at Su Yunran, whose breathing gradually stabilized, Mo Qingchen was slightly stunned, and then a gentle smile slowly appeared on his face, and his hand moved slightly, making Su Yunran's pillow more comfortable, and there was a strong sense of satisfaction between his eyebrows and eyes.

The big hand with distinct bones gently stroked Su Yunran's stretched eyebrows, Mo Qingchen's smile was shallow and peaceful, all the sharpness on his cold face was constricted, and all the lines became a little gentler.

Ah Ran was asleep, all the alienation and indifference on his face dissipated, and he looked soft and glutinous, very cute, making people involuntarily want to reach out and pinch it.

Thinking like this, Mo Qingchen did the same, he stretched out his other hand and gently pinched Su Yunran's fair face, his awe-inspiring eyebrows were slightly raised, and Rumo's eyes were full of undisguised pampering and gentleness.

However, Mo Qingchen only gently pinched a few times before withdrawing his hand, sitting quietly on the side, placing one hand under Su Yunran's head, and carefully tucking the corner of the quilt around her neck with the other.