The bewitching peony in the courtyard, moistened by the spring rain, shows more and more the beauty of the country and the city. The petals were rolling with dewdrops, wrapped in its seductive color, dripping silently, carrying the lingering fragrance into the grass.

The little grass also stood proudly, with a little head like a needlepoint, moistened by the spring rain, revealing lovely green, new green, and growing in the embrace of the rain.

The rain came with a fresh, faint unknown fragrance in the air. The damp stone steps were covered with moss, a little slippery, and they left shallow footprints when they were stepped on.

Smiling and making no expression visible, carrying a snack box in his hand, and the sound of brisk footsteps proves that the owner of the foot is in a good mood.

Push the door, the smell of sandalwood on the face, mixed with a faint smell of blood, in addition to the simple furnishings in the house, is a book collection, a few simple decorations of calligraphy and paintings, a long sword lying quietly on the table, as if being abandoned, the hilt of the sword remains a trace of blood.

The man with a frown in the green tent was lying quietly, his face was ruddy, and his hands were clutching the corners of the quilt.

opened the food box in his hand, took out the crystal bag that exuded fragrance and sparkled with hot water, and walked towards the person with a frown.

Quietly reluctant to disturb, quietly looking at it is actually not bad, black hair scattered at the head of the bed, spread out, without the femininity of the current young man, the scars on the face make people feel awe-inspiring, and the already stiff face is even more cold.

Maybe you are attracted by the aroma of food, or maybe you are surprised to find a person sitting on your bed, and a pair of eyes full of sly smiles come into your eyes.

"Ouch, No, you hit me, and you died." Covering his chin.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, No." His face stretched out to the half-seated person on the bed, proving that he was really in pain.

The hand unconsciously stroked the outstretched face, afraid that he would really hurt her, and he was too impatient to get up, so he bumped into her.

Looking at his stunned and anxious expression, there is less indifference and more cuteness.

"Junno's fault, Junno is willing to be punished." Touching her cheek and retracting her hand, how could she get lost in her smiling eyes?

"Really?" His eyes shone with an unknown light.

The smile in front of me was like a flower, and I forgot how to answer for a while, and wanted to get up.

"No, it hurts, help me blow it." Raipi leaned on him and wouldn't let him get up.

The face in front of him was in a trance, and his face was slightly hot.

"Why is the prince here?" The mind clears instantly.

"No, I got up early to bring you breakfast." I saw the crystal bags steaming with hot water, and the cute seats were in the plate.

"Wang ...... Lord, lord, please respect yourself. "She's spoiling herself?

"No, do you dislike me?" Blushing, a shy expression, what would a man in the Celestial Empire look like this?

"Juno is not worthy of this." The hand touched his face, and his face was ruined.

"Your hands are bleeding again, and you practiced your sword last night?" Grabbed the hand that was about to caress his face, the flesh and blood were blurred, didn't it hurt?

Blink of an eye at the hilt of the sword on the table pale blood, the most haode proof.

"Hmm."

The black hair on both sides of the head was scattered, and the owner's expression could not be seen. She said: I don't like to get hurt.

"It rained all night last night? Practiced all night? ”

"Hmm."

Pulling out his hand, he pressed it against the bed.

"Have you taken the words of this king as wind in your ears? Well? He glanced at the hands on the bed.

The person who sat half-recliningly on the bed hung his head and was silent, even more powerless. I can't say anything myself.

watched her get up and leave, stretched out her hand to grab the corner of her clothes, but hung down weakly, didn't turn around, tied up her long flowing hair and disappeared outside the door......

The rain in the small courtyard knocked down the leaves on the ground, and the eyes were full of wolves, and he could only vent like this, and he could only hurt himself, and he was the only one left.

The hand was picked up, a trace of coolness, a piece of cotton cloth was gently rubbed on the hand, and the person who bowed his head scattered the green silk into the palm, slightly itchy, and a place in his heart was slightly sweet.

The white powder is sprinkled in the palm of the palm from a small porcelain bottle, and it hurts.

"It's fine in a few days, don't touch the water." There is no expression in the tone.

"Lin Zi, go grab a few pairs of medicine for Mu Ranyu."

"Yes, master."

Lin Zi, she is Lin Zi, a beautiful woman, Mu Ran Junnuo heard Lin Zi's name and raised her eyes.

"This king is sleepy." Take off your shoes and climb into bed and fall asleep inside.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang." Mu Ran Junnuo looked at the person lying on his bed in a daze, with his back to him, ignoring his own people, as if his wife was angry with her husband.

Wife and husband angry? Slightly sweet in my heart, wife.

No! She's going to have a lot of husbands.

Seeing that he was bandaged in the palm of his hand, he would not let himself be hurt next time.

He rolled over and put his arms around the waist of the man sitting on the bed, rubbing his face against his body, and after a while, the sound of even breathing was heard.

Mu Ran Junnuo sat stiffly on the bed, motionless, and let the person sleeping on her hold her, afraid that she would wake her up if she moved. She said she woke up early today.

Feeling that the person sitting on the bed didn't dare to move, Tao Xi opened his eyes and looked at Mu Ran Junnuo who was leaning on the bed, the corners of his mouth rose, he deliberately rubbed it, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while.

The crystal bag on the table is no longer steaming hot, and its owner seems to have forgotten its existence, and the door of the house is closed at some point, thinking that it was closed by the forest.

The spring light sprinkled all over the ground, slowly drying away the faint smell of blood.