(Go to the net.)

Hunger makes a bowl of ordinary rice balls extremely delicious, and Mo Chou eats it with relish. Go to the net --.7-K--o-m. 彩'1 Text, 3 Learning, 4 Net

"The turnip cake here is also famous, would you like to try it?" Song Sheng watched Mo Chou eat a large bowl of rice balls to the bottom of the bowl and proposed.

Mo Chou raised his head and said, "Okay." ”

Song Sheng smiled faintly and asked for two more radish cakes.

"After eating, you'd better take care of the wound and change your clothes." With his head down, he stirred the last rice ball in the bowl back and forth with a spoon in his hand, and Mo Chou opened his mouth as if he was inadvertent. His injuries always made her uneasy, and although she found a water source to wash away the blood, the bruises always made people feel a little uncomfortable. And isn't it too eye-catching for the two of them to dress up like this? Even if it's not an escape, there's no need for such a "bloodstained" swagger to pass through the market. From the moment they walked into this bustling street market, they had already attracted a lot of unnecessary attention.

Song Sheng sneered and said yes.

He has practiced martial arts and riding archery since he was a child, although his martial arts are not as good as Song Yu, but he can still deal with the few people sent by Sun Xin yesterday. It's just that when he saw Mo Chou risking his life and running over to protect him, he didn't use all his strength to resist, although there were many colors on his body, but he couldn't really hurt himself too much. Go to the net --.7-K--o-m. But he didn't want to tell her, he wanted her to worry more, he wanted her to think all the time, he was hurt, was he in pain? His clothes are torn, should he get a new one? The corners of his mouth are cracked, will he be burned by the hot soup when he eats? He wanted her to think, to think about him all the time, to think of him in her head, and to no longer have time, no space to think about that broken shadow. Maybe it's also bad, mean, but he's never been a good person, he just wants what he wants. As for the means, that's not what he wants to care about.

His world doesn't have the extra energy to care about boring processes, and in the palace, from childhood to adulthood, the bloody truth only teaches him that "the winner is king, and the loser is the villain!" The law. The process is only pursued by a fool, he only wants the result. He only gets the results he wants in his own way.

After a hearty meal, the two wandered the streets and finally found themselves in a tailor's shop that looked good. Picked out a set of white dresses, and went to the back to change clothes. And Song Sheng sat on the chair next to him and waited patiently. It wasn't the first time he had waited for a woman to appear in front of him after she had dressed up, but only this time he was a little eager to see Mo Chou appear in front of him wearing clothes other than cyan.

"Your Majesty, do you think the concubine is beautiful tonight?"

"Your Majesty, do you think this dress will look good on the concubines?"

……

This is a sentence that women in the harem often ask, and he always brings it perfunctorily, but will his Mo Chou ask like this? Looking forward to Mo Chou, who was about to appear in front of him, a faint thoughtful smile slowly hung on the corner of his mouth, no matter what questions she asked later, his answer would definitely not be perfunctory. Go and see the net.

Just when Song Sheng was thinking nonsense, Mo Chou came out. There was a faint smile on her face, but the smile was indifferent, and the hesitation and defensiveness in her eyes were like an invisible wall, separating his approaching steps.

"I'm okay, you can go pick one and change it."

Her detached attitude was not even as good as that of ordinary friends, but Song Sheng still reached out and smoothed her messy silk because of changing clothes, and calmly responded with a hello.

If she wanted to take her time, he did what she wanted. The pace that is too hurried seems to make her more repulsive.

Song Sheng subconsciously picked up a white gown, this is the color she just picked, although he has always disliked this color, and even hates white a little (that is, this is the exclusive color of my prince and Xu Mo, you are not allowed to rob it!). ), but wanted to have a chance to wear the same color as her.

"It's good."

"Well, then you go and change, I'll wait for you."

When Song Sheng came out, he was already wearing a new change of clothes. An Ran walked to the front of the seat where Mo Chou was sitting, and he smiled faintly with an inquiry: "How is this dress?" ”

Tilting his head, Mo Chou looked carefully from head to toe, and said with a somewhat teasing smile: "Yes, black has always been suitable for you." ”

A faint smile froze silently between the words, and soon changed to another playful smile: "It's a little greasy to wear black all the time, isn't it, let's see if other colors of clothes are good?" ”

Mo Chou nodded obediently, got up and picked out clothes with him.

Song Sheng picked up a dark green gown and asked, "How is the brown one?" ”

"It's old-fashioned."

He picked up the blue robe on the side again: "What about the moon-white ones?" ”

"That's it. I'm used to it, but I don't get used to it when I change the color. She slowly expressed her opinion, but succeeded in making Song Sheng's fingers stop rummaging through other clothes. A soft smile appeared on his face, and the fingers that had put down his clothes began to tremble uncontrollably.

He will never forget that when he rescued her from the bottom of the cliff, her eyes were bleeding, and at the critical moment, he untied the blood Gu on her body to save her life.

Thinking about it at the moment, she can't see the color, but I'm afraid it's not a day or two. Because he almost always wore black clothes every time he saw her, she knew that he had always loved black clothes, so she was sure that his choice was only black, but she did not expect that he would choose other colors because of her.

How ridiculous, he actually took her to the city of orchids, he actually wanted her to see her favorite purple orchid.

Lilac? Red?

She saw it! But I'm afraid that in addition to black and white, it's just a pale, flashy visual feast.

She lost the enjoyment of "seeing". It's like she's lost the ability to fall in love with someone else.

When she left the man, she actually cut off her eyes from seeing the world; She left that man and actually gave up the ability to love. Was she rejecting him? I'm afraid that she is rejecting all men, except for him.

Hatred that never existed trembled in the chest, and anger that never burned in the blood. If there is a day for him in this world, I am afraid that there will not be an inch of his place in her heart. The bitterness and helplessness of such a cognition are like a poisonous seed sown into the slowly soft soil at the bottom of the heart, taking root and sprouting, quickly stretching out the black and cold branches, tightly tangling the already soft heart, tightening and contracting until it oozes brilliant blood.

The boiling blood gradually lost its temperature, and the tangled muscles slowly stiffened into stone. The turbulent waves under his eyes were just a moment, and Sumeru turned into self-deprecation and foolishness. Going around and around, I hesitated, and it turned out that everything was back to square one.

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