Su Motang didn't know whether to speak, so he had to whisper tentatively: "Lord Wang? ”

As if he hadn't heard it, Yu Wang Ye was still lying on it, motionless. Su Motang didn't dare to disturb, so he waited for him on the side.

Su Motang had nothing else to do, but to look at the only living thing in the room, Murong Yu. The originally good-looking face was a little pale, and the lips were not bloody. The pain also distorted the lines of the face a little. A pair of bushy eyebrows furrowed tangledly.

Su Motang was even a little distressed. But they didn't dare to touch him.

Silence......

Time rubbed in the incense of agarwood, long and confused. Murong Yu's face was also hazy in this misty smoke.

"Come here......" came a leisurely voice. It's like a bell through a thousand years, revealing exhaustion. There is also a hint of domineering, there is no doubt about it.

Thinking of Bai Lu's warning before coming in, Su Motang walked over sneeringly, lest the moody Murong Yu cut off her head.

As soon as he approached, a pair of powerful big hands slammed into Su Motang's small thin arm. The cold on her hands scared her. The heart throbbed wildly for no apparent reason.

"Ah......" Su Motang didn't have time to scream, and fell into Murong Yu's arms. A cold breath came to my face. The silky satin of his body rubbed against his cheeks. Slightly warm chest muscles are distinct.

And soon, Su Motang's mouth was covered by Murong Yu's big hand. There is still a layer of calluses on the knuckled hands, but the back of the hands is clean and slender. covered half of Su Motang's face. A warm snort sprayed in the palm of his hand, and his face became even hotter.

"Hmm! ......" a second exclamation flowed from between his fingers, muffled.

His brows immediately furrowed, and his limbs struggled subconsciously, but Murong Yu's arms were like a city wall, surrounding Su Motang's petite body. Murong Yu's head hung on Su Motang's tiny arm. But the sharp teeth bit Su Motang's flesh. A streak of blood oozed from his mouth and slowly flowed down.

Hurt......

But after a long time, it doesn't hurt so much. It became numb, tangled, and indescribable.

She felt that Murong Yu was not as powerful as she usually looked, but she was a little weak.

Slowly, the mouth on the arm moved away. His own blood flowed to his elbow. The fishy sweet smell was mixed with the agarwood incense, and Su Motang felt stuffy. Blood rushed to his face.

Murong Yu opened his narrow eyes, and there was still a painful look in them. But it was much clearer.

A deep and hoarse voice, revealing exhaustion: "Why are you?" ”

"Sister Man'er contracted the cold, so my mother called the slave family over."

There was a trace of displeasure in Murong Yu's eyes, but he didn't bother to care about it, Xu was the pain in his body that made him have no time to take care of it. Su Motang thought to himself, could it be that Ruan Man'er and Murong Yu did these things together. Seeing that Murong Yu was still uncomfortable, he should have some hidden disease. But Bai Lu said again, let yourself not talk nonsense, and didn't dare to ask more.

"Go and pour a glass of water for the king." Murong Yu was in a cold sweat due to the pain, his lips were chapped, and he was very haggard.

Su Motang happened to take the opportunity to get off Murong Yu's body and went to the bamboo case to pour a glass of water for Murong Yu. Then carefully hold it to him with both hands.

Murong Yu's discomfort seemed to ease a little, he sat up and took the teacup. Drink it all in one gulp. handed the cup back to Su Motang.

will have the energy to look at this timid girl. But I saw that she was wearing a simple bun, and her hair was not jet black, but black with an amber color. Near the ends of the hair, there is also a slight yellowing. The mutton fat white jade hairpin on the hairpin on his head, and the delicate and small orchid pendant was pinned. Under the sparse bangs on the forehead, the goose egg face is as white as clotted fat. Today, the dark green dress on the body is more white than snow.

The only thing that stood out was her lips. The lips with vermilion lipstick are already delicate. Just Murong Yu's big hand was on it, and the bright red color was wiped on her lips. Su Motang didn't know anything about it.

He chuckled suddenly. Then I took it back.

Su Motang looked at him inexplicably, and seeing that he didn't explain, he had no choice but to ask no more.

Murong Yu thought to herself, this girl is a lovely person. The figure and appearance are all top-notch, and they know how to advance and retreat. When a woman sees herself, she either weakens her legs in fear, or she is fascinated by her appearance and loses her mind. Like that, it is indeed rare to be neither humble nor arrogant, and to have a clear mind when encountering problems. I couldn't help but remember her a little more.

He lay back in his recliner again, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Ah Ruo, this king has a headache, go there and play a song for this king."

Su Motang looked left and right, and sure enough, he saw a piano case in the middle, on which a simple and simple piano was placed.

Although there is not much furnishings in this bamboo house, as long as there are objects, they seem to be ordinary, but those who know the goods also know that they are not extraordinary. It's the temperament of great ingenuity.

The guqin is no exception, it is deliberately aged and the material is also high-quality cedar. With a gentle stroke, a clear sound came out.

She sat down lightly and stretched a pair of hands out of her sleeves. I pressed the strings, and I started to play, and I played a tune that was not hurried or slow.

Murong Yu was lying there pleasantly, and now he seemed to be much better. His brows slowly stretched, and his body was slack than before. It's like I'm asleep.

Su Motang counted down the hours in his heart, but the speed at which his subordinates plucked the strings was not slow. thought to himself, according to He Sanniang's arrangement, it should be soon.

At this time, time passes very slowly, like sand in an hourglass, passing little by little, and then accumulating little by little. The deceased is like this, but he has not tasted the past; Those who are surplus and void are like them, and they will not grow or lose.

The aroma of agarwood is quiet and long. This incense is very expensive, and each gram is more expensive than gold. There are many procedures to make incense that can be burned. But this aroma is also very peculiar, completely different from ordinary sandalwood, not pungent at all, with some floral and fruity aromas. was intoxicating, making Su Motang forget about business a little.

Slowly, Su Motang felt that the scene in front of her was a little hazy, and she didn't seem to be able to exert her strength in her hands. The eyelids tend to close gradually.

Finally, it's time to begin......

And Murong Yu, who was lying on the recliner, also seemed to notice something unusual. By the time he found out, it was already too late. Su Motang could see that he wanted to struggle to get up, but his body was like a quagmire and he couldn't move. He wanted to make a sound, but he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

Is this what He Sanniang said about the "wind passing without a trace" in the ethereal peak apricot forest? Even Murong Yu, who was so careful, fell in love with it.

Su Motang's last thoughts were about to dissipate without a trace. The hand hung limply, and the body collapsed like a puppet off the string.

The tip of the nose smells of burnt wood.