"Oh? The relationship between Lord Yu and the nurse is really deep! ”

Su Motang naturally sighed after her words.

"That's nature. Our prince's mother and concubine went early, and when the prince was still an infant, he was carried into Fengluan Palace for the queen to carry. Our prince grew up with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. What His Royal Highness the Crown Prince uses and eats, our prince is the same. The queen is never thin. From that time on, the nurse followed the prince. The prince treats her like a mother. ”

Xiaohe is the same age as Su Motang, and because Motang has always been kind and pleasant, she slowly put down the mustard and is willing to talk more to her.

Su Motang thought that Murong Yu's mother, Concubine Duan, seemed to be gone very early, and Concubine Duan's background was not good, so the queen felt that Murong Yu was easy to control.

For a royal child like Murong Yu, father's love and mother's love are missing, which is really pitiful. I don't know how he lived as a child. Thinking of this, I felt some pity again.

From this and that, Su Motang couldn't help but think of himself again. Thinking that he is lonely in this world, he is like duckweed, without support. Suddenly, another sense of empathetic loneliness arose.

His eyes couldn't help but be a little moist.

"Miss Ruo'er, what's wrong with you?" Xiaohe saw tears in the corners of Su Motang's eyes, and asked worriedly.

Su Motang turned around and wiped away his tears, and didn't want to lie to Xiaohe: "I just thought that I had no relatives and no reason, and I couldn't help but feel sad and make you laugh." ”

Xiaohe knew that if it weren't for her miserable background, how could she become a Qinglou woman. also felt pity for Su Motang.

"Xiaohe, although I am the son of Yuwangfu, my parents are inferior. Slaves who serve people. What can be good. Or if the girl has mixed up a path, and now she has the blue eyes of Lord Yu, she will definitely be prosperous and rich in the future. ”

Although Xiaohe's words are superficial, they are also sincere. Su Motang was grateful.

The two sat opposite each other, talking to each other, like two sisters who had known each other for many years.

Suddenly, I heard a lot of footsteps outside, mixed with a few words.

"Xiaohe, is the prince back?"

Both of them froze and stopped. Xiaohe immediately climbed up to the window, opened a crack, and peeked out.

Sure enough, when I saw a group of people coming over with lanterns, the most conspicuous thing was naturally Murong Yu, the prince of Yu, and he was still followed by Bai Lu.

Xiaohe hurriedly jumped down from the window, took Su Motang's hand and said, "Miss Ruo'er, Xiaohe is going to serve, so I won't accompany you." I'll come back to you tomorrow. ”

Su Motang nodded, also a little reluctant, and wanted to say more considerate words to her: "Well, you go." ”

Xiaohe said and packed up and walked out, and when he left, he glanced back again: "Miss Ruo'er, rest early, it's not too early." ”

"Well, you too, rest early."

Seeing Xiaohe close the door, she was the only one left in the room. Less leaning, it is indeed sleepy. Su Motang blew out the lamp and candle, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes. After a while, he went to sleep.

At this moment, the man outside the house stood in the courtyard and stopped for a moment, watched the figure on the window in the side room move twice, pouted and blew, and extinguished the lamp and candle.

The window was pitch black again, and the figure was gone.

Murong Yu turned around, no longer looked in that direction, and silently entered his own hall.

Su Motang was completely unaware of the movement outside, looking at the carvings of the black hole on the bed, some boundless nonsense flew in his mind, and gradually sank into a dream.

In my dream, I dreamed that Mother Xu made a table of good dishes, including the "Agar White Jade Spring Flocculation" that I had eaten. She couldn't help but grab the golden silk nanmu chopsticks on the table, took a bite and put it in her mouth.

Well! It's still the same as the original taste. Refreshing and fragrant.

Aunt Qiushui sat aside, seemed to look younger than before, and scolded fiercely: "Du Ruo! It's been so long, and there are no rules, and the monkey is in a hurry like this! Is the Starving Ghost reincarnated? ”

Su Motang suddenly thought that his real name was "Du Ruo". I haven't used it for a long time, and at this moment, it sounds a little like a world away. I couldn't help but burst into tears again.

The taste of cabbage is still smacking in the mouth, but it is getting lighter and weaker, almost indistinguishable.

"Aunt Qiushui, Du Ruo didn't eat much during the day today. I finally ate some of them, but I vomited again. Now the stomach is on fire. ”

But Wu Qiushui's face was still rigid, and he reprimanded unrelentingly: "I told you not to be curious, you have the courage to try everything, and now you are coming to me to complain about it." I haven't complained yet, but I actually accepted your little thing of eating white rice. Sooner or later, you'll be dragged down. ”

Wu Qiushui's every sentence poked Su Motang's heart, she only felt that she couldn't wait to go to the underworld to make amends to her.

Gradually, the eye sockets began to heat up, and sadness spread from the heart to the nose and eyes. Even breathing was a little uncomfortable, as if I couldn't breathe.

In the dream, I saw Yi Lan living in a house made of green bamboo, and a figure who couldn't see his face clearly sneaked into the bamboo house and inserted the incense seal mixed with "wind without traces" into the copper furnace.

Then take advantage of the time when no one is around, arrange the tung oil and wiring.

The picture in the bamboo house changed to himself leaning against Murong Yu on the recliner again. At this time, when I looked at this as a bystander, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

But the distinct blush and heartbeat urged this ambiguous atmosphere, and the group surrounded the two. I don't mean to stop.

This was followed by pain in the arm.

"Hiss......"

It hurts to the heart. Murong Yu's teeth were as sharp as a beast. The moment you puncture the skin, you will clearly feel that the skin is like a piece of window paper when it is about to be broken.

Then, as if with a "pop", this layer of window paper was punctured. Inside is a bloody reality.

As soon as Su Motang opened his eyes, he saw that the room without the lamp was dark. Murong Yu was sitting on the edge of the bed, dragging Su Motang's injured arm. I apply white "gold sore medicine" powder to a wound point.

"Shhh ……”

It really hurts!

Su Motang was awakened by this burst of pain. I just woke up, my eyes were still dull, with a neasy question: "Why are you here?" ”

Murong Yu's movements in his hand were not slow, and he said lightly: "You are the woman of this king, have you forgotten that this king bought you for 50,000 taels?" ”

"But?"

Before Su Motang could say anything, Murong Yu gently and softly breathed a sigh on Su Motang's arm. Like the naughty warm wind of spring, blowing itches in people's hearts.

Murong Yu skillfully pulled out a white cotton cloth strap and carefully bandaged the wound on his wrist.

Skillful, at first glance, he often does this.

I don't know where he practiced such a skill.