Mo Qingchen's gentle voice came from above his head, Su Yunran came back to his senses slightly, and answered in confusion: "What? ”

"I saw that you always looked at the mirror, and I called you several times."

Mo Qingchen smiled helplessly, as if complaining: "I didn't expect you to be distracted." ”

As he spoke, Mo Qingchen stretched out his hand, poked Su Yunran's head, and said in a deep voice: "In my arms, do you want to wander?" ”

Listening to Mo Qingchen's obviously unpredictable voice, Su Yunran couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand and helplessly brushed away Mo Qingchen's slender fingers, flattened his mouth, and said in a low voice: "I'm just looking in the mirror." ”

Hearing this, Mo Qingchen chuckled directly, bowed his head slightly, and the scorching breath spread in Su Yunran's ears, and his mellow and inclusive voice carried an obvious smile.

"What's so nice about mirrors?"

"Ah Ran, you really can't lie."

As he spoke, Mo Qingchen held Su Yunran's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the person in his arms would be lost, and he was extremely cautious.

"You can say it."

Mo Qingchen leaned over, attached to Su Yunran's ear, and said softly, "You are looking at us in the mirror." ”

There was a burning heat in his ears, Su Yunran couldn't help but shrink his neck, his small earlobes were crawling with redness, his face was a little unnatural, and his voice was a lot lower.

"That's the same thing."

"Ah Ran."

Su Yunran dodged slightly, and then heard Mo Qingchen's low soft call, she calmed down, turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Look."

Mo Qingchen raised his hand and rubbed Su Yunran's head soothingly, and his ink-like eyes looked in the direction of the rhombic glass, his eyes full of softness.

Looking at Mo Qingchen's line of sight, Su Yunran was slightly stunned, his eyes flashed, and he fell silent.

In the delicate rhombic mirror, the two people quietly embracing each other are reflected.

A woman dressed in white, with a delicate face, a slender body nestled in the arms of the man behind her, her eyebrows are picturesque, the soft green silk is simply pulled up, hanging down properly, there are a few strands of broken hair on the side of the ear, playfully falling to the side, and the ends of the hair are slightly cocked, outlining a soft and graceful arc.

A man in a deep black robe, leaning against the window casually, holding the white-clothed beauty in his arms tightly with both hands, his expression is gentle, his stunning face is full of doting smiles, his thin lips are soft and gentle, and his ink-like eyes seem to be rippling with deep whirlpools, with a temperature that people can't ignore.

The white clothes and the dark clothes are spread out, clear and rippling, deep and gentle, and the flickering candle flame quietly emits a faint light, filled with warm colors, blurring the distance between the two, slowly depicting this picture of affection.

The rippling moonlight slowly paced out of the window, entered the house, and lingered around the two, like an ethereal light veil, separating the two from this world.

Embrace each other quietly, away from the world.

The candle flame is swaying, and the love is extended.

Looking at such a beautiful picture, Su Yun's eyes trembled slightly, and the fine light revealed from the clear eyes, and the thin lips gradually relaxed, forming a soft outline.

Mo Qingchen quietly hugged the girl in his heart, held the Ah Ran who he had been thinking about, and held him to look for the only one he had been looking for for a long time, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, his eyes were full of spoiling, and his breathing was also a lot slower, for fear of disturbing this beautiful atmosphere.

After being silent for a moment, Su Yunran Fang tilted his head slightly, moved his slightly stiff body, and said softly: "This bun is not bad." ”

Mo Qingchen lowered his head slightly, and asked with a smile: "Then do you like it?" ”

Su Yunran nodded and said seriously, "I like it." ”

"That's it, that's fine."

Mo Qingchen smiled with satisfaction, his chin lightly rested on the top of Su Yun's dyed hair, and slowly spoke.

"This is what my mother taught me when I was young."

Hearing this, Su Yunran's eyes darkened, and a thoughtful look crossed his eyes.

Mo Qingchen's mother······

Concubine Yao.

Before His Majesty Xiling was proclaimed emperor, he was extremely favored, but for some reason, he died tragically, without any clear statement.

Mo Qingchen's indifferent personality so far cannot be ruled out as having this aspect of the factor.

When Concubine Yao died, Mo Qingchen was only fourteen years old.

It is said that after that, King Xiling Gong's temperament became uncertain, rarely showed up, and lived in a simple place, but no one felt that he was provoked at will.

At this time, Su Yunran seemed to have thought of something, lowered his eyebrows, and seemed to be in deep thought, unable to see his emotions.

"Ah Ran?"

The arm around his waist tightened again, and Su Yunran slowly raised his head, and met Mo Qingchen's eyes full of care.

"Are you tired?"

Mo Qingchen asked softly, looking at Su Yunran's distracted appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Ah Ran was so tired.

I can't help but take care of the "Qing'an Hall" for the Su family, and I have to deal with those temptations and dangers in the open and in the dark, and I often go out at night, trying to find all the clues of the year, whether it is hard and dangerous or not, it is always the case.

Mo Qingchen raised his hand and gently rubbed Su Yunran's head, his voice lowered a lot, "It's not too early, let's rest first." ”

Su Yunran shook his head, blinked his slightly dazed eyes, tilted his head, and nodded obediently.

Mo Qingchen bowed slightly, then stood up, carefully picked up Su Yunran's slender body, crossed the screen of the ink-splashed landscape, and came to the bedside to put her down.

It seemed that he felt too cold, Mo Qingchen frowned slightly, and stretched out his slender hand, and the palm condensed a deep spiritual power, which was warm.

In just a moment, the room became warm, like a warm spring day, which made people feel at ease.

Mo Qingchen nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand, and gently untied the cloak for Su Yunran, stuffed her into the quilt, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.

Su Yunran nestled in the warm quilt obediently, with a slightly tired complexion, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he was extremely lazy.

Seeing this, Mo Qingchen leaned over slightly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Su Yunran's delicate white and tender little face, and said softly: "Hurry up and rest." ”

As he spoke, Mo Qingchen raised his hand, gently flicked Su Yun's white forehead, and said softly in a low and mellow voice: "Don't go anywhere tonight, have a good rest." ”

"If there's something to do, just tell me, and I'll do it for you."

Su Yunran shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay today, you can go back and rest early." ”

Su Yunran naturally knew that Mo Qingchen, who was the King of Xiling Gong, was not exhausted, and he needed to watch out for threats from all sides all day long.

Especially during this time, I was very tired with a lot of injuries, and I had to find time to accompany myself, day after day, and it never stopped.

Even if he didn't talk to him or give him any response, he never stopped, never got angry, and was extremely patient.

I have to say that Su Yunran was distressed.

It's true, it's distressing.

"It doesn't matter."

Mo Qingchen smiled slightly, his big knuckled hand gently scraped the tip of Su Yunran's small nose, then turned sideways, sat on the edge of the bed, and said softly: "I'm here to guard you." ”

Su Yunran's thin eyebrows frowned slightly, his eyes trembled, his pale thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was lazy, mixed with undisguised softness and care.

"Qingchen, you must be very tired these days."

"You still have injuries on your body, go back and rest early."