The rain slashed diagonally, automatically avoiding Mo Qingchen's side.

Mo Qingchen is like this, dressed in a dark robe, standing in the rain, as if he is outside this world.

He stared at Su Yunran deeply and intently, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

In his eyes, there is only that elegant and elegant woman.

His dyeing.

His world is only him and his Aran.

What ancient trees, drizzle, carved windows, cornices.

None of them.

There is no need to have it, he only needs his Ah Ran, and it is enough.

Su Yunran blinked, his little hand on the window lattice slowly tightened, his thin lips pursed, and he looked at Mo Qingchen quietly through the oblique rain curtain.

One is white, the other is dark, one is leaning against the window, and the other is standing quietly at the end of the tree.

The continuous rain swept diagonally, washing away all the dirt and dirt on everything, and restoring the original bright color.

The sight of the two of them was connected through the oblique rain curtain.

His eyes are so elegant and graceful, and her eyes are so deep and gentle him.

It seems that everything in this heaven and earth has dissipated and silenced, leaving only himself and the person opposite.

Look at each other quietly.

The world does not change.

Su Yunran's eyebrows like butterfly wings trembled slightly, and his clear eyes shone brightly, flowing through warm feelings.

She stretched out her hand, quietly touched the position of her heart, felt her slightly chaotic heartbeat, her eyes were confused, and she sighed silently.

It seems that there are some things that are not under your control.

It's like, at this time, this heart of oneself.

Now, this messed up heartbeat is for him.

In the future, I'm afraid I can't suppress it.

It seems that she needs to make up her mind sooner.

The sound of falling rain is dripping, like a low murmur among all things, with a soft shallow chanting, and a soft wind, outlining a quiet and stable artistic conception.

Su Yunran and Mo Qingchen were quietly staring at each other in this quiet and stable world, in this world that only belonged to the two of them.

There is an unconcealable affection in his eyes.

***

After that, the days of rushing were quite peaceful, and there were no big twists and turns, Su Yunran devoted himself to cultivating the Easy Heart Method, and with great results, his cultivation became more refined.

And Mo Qingchen came every day, sometimes to chat with Su Yunran for a while, and sometimes, even if Su Yunran didn't speak, Mo Qingchen had to sit beside her, staring at her quietly, very satisfied.

Yao Ziran suddenly lost contact with his master, and coupled with the failure of his plan this time, he did not act rashly and settled down temporarily.

The children of other families are also quietly recuperating from their injuries and have not come to find any trouble.

However, Lord Wei Huaiwei, the head of the imperial physician of the Eastern Dynasty, was infected with a serious strange disease for some reason, and his spiritual power gradually dissipated, and even his vitality was slowly lost.

In this way, after several days, everyone finally returned to the imperial capital at dusk.

Su Yunran, the seventh lady of the Su family, was seriously injured, her body was too weak, and the whole person was still sick, her delicate face was still pale, her thin body was wrapped in a white cloak, and she was escorted by Su Yunhua and Su Yunshu into the carriage that the Su family came to greet her.

Lord Wei Huai also looked sick, and his whole person lost weight and was carried out of the carriage.

Looking at Wei Huai's prostration and powerless appearance, Su Yunshu and Su Yunhua both shuddered.

At that time, Su Yunran replied, "Xiao Ran just gave that old thing a little bit of medicine, but he was too weak to carry it himself." ”

With a soft voice and an innocent expression, Su Yunshu and Su Yunhua's hearts were quickened.

Yes, it's that old thing who doesn't have the ability to do it himself, and he still makes trouble with Xiao Ran, so it's cheap for him to teach him a lesson.

Who made him so annoying.

Hearing that Wei Huai was seriously ill, Gong Zhaohui was also extremely worried, and he personally visited the door and gave a lot of precious elixirs.

When he heard this, Su Yunran had already returned to the "Yunshui Residence", and after taking a bath, he changed into a snow-white nightgown, his long soft hair hung down, and crystal water droplets fell down the ends of his hair.

The delicate face is not powdered, and there is a bit of holiness in the clarity.

Listening to the news from Jiufei, Su Yunran's thin eyebrows were slightly raised, his thin lips were slowly hooked, and his shallow smile was full of sarcasm and disdain.

"Do you really think that the elixir can detoxify? I can't help but think too highly of myself. ”