The man's low and dumb voice was at the bottom of the empty cliff, with a bit of cold and sadness.

Mo Yingyan clutched the broken hairpin tightly, a sharp painful stinging pain came from his chest, his breathing seemed to be blocked, and the fishy sweetness suddenly surged up to his throat.

He swallowed quietly, his gaze calmly at the river.

The feeling of coldness around the body was replaced by a thick sadness.

After a long time, Mo Ying Yan cherished the broken hairpin and put it into his arms.

Squat down again, pick up the grass, fallen leaves, bushes of thorny shrubs, and look closely.

The wound, which had stopped bleeding, broke again.

Wisps of bright red dotted on the green blades of grass reveal a poignant beauty.

Ren Le's heart was sour, and he squatted down: "Your Highness, what are you looking for, Ren Le will help you find it, and if you continue to plane like this, your hands will be wasted!" ”

Mo Yingyan's movements seemed to be unhurried, but in fact, he rummaged through a bush in just a few breaths.

His voice was calm and indifferent: "Ren Le, after I leave, you and your grandfather don't mention to anyone that they have seen me." ”

Wait another three days, this is the maximum he can bear.

If there were no gods or Buddhas in the world, he would go to hell to find her.

Ren Le didn't think deeply, but said with bright eyes: "Your Highness, I will be fifteen years old next year, and I can go to take the Dongqi Military Doctor exam!" ”

He and his grandfather have always lived at the bottom of the cliff and have listened to the stories of the three princes since they were children.

He also wanted to become the kind of person who defended the family and the country like the third prince, but due to the congenital defect of muscles and veins, he could not practice martial arts, so he followed his grandfather to study medicine.

Mo Yingyan pondered for a moment: "Are you willing to join Zilinwei?" ”

When Ren Le heard this, his eyes widened, "Palace...... Your Highness...... I...... I ......"

Mo Yingyan looked at the empty grass, and his eyes crossed with disappointment.

When he turned his head to look at Ren Le, his eyes were light, "If you don't want to ......"

"I do!" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ren Le's loud voice.

The bottom of the cliff was already empty, and his voice was infinitely expanded.

"Grass! Which turtle grandson roared! When Ren Le's voice fell, a female voice suddenly sounded.

With this angry scolding, a black figure fell some distance from the sky and hung dangerously on the edge of the cliff.

"Don't let your aunt catch you! Otherwise, I'll have skinned you! ”

Ren Le looked at the figure hanging on the cliff in shock: "A living person? How could anyone hang on a smooth cliff? ”

The cliff walls are thousands of feet high, and covered with slippery moss, and there are no vines and branches, so that birds and birds cannot fly up.

Even those who are extremely light will not be able to come down from the cliff alive.

Not to mention hanging in the air on the cliff wall like this.

"Damn! Do you have to fall to your death at the last minute? Seeing that the grippers were gradually loosening, Su Ruotang wailed.

She has already been a cave man on the top of the mountain for nine days in the cave of the middle cliff.

I finally used the equipment in the medical space to assemble a simple gripper, and I was about to reach the bottom of the cliff smoothly.

As a result, I don't know which turtle grandson roared, so frightened that her hand shook and didn't get stuck, and she fell more than ten meters in an instant.

In a panic, she hurriedly hooked on a raised stone, but the stone could not bear her weight.

Seeing that the stone was loose, Su Ruotang turned his head to look down, and his brain quickly calculated the height and the probability of survival.

But when he saw the familiar figure by the river, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his hand unconsciously loosened his strength.

There was a whirring wind in his ears, and his body fell rapidly.

Su Ruotang closed his eyes and let himself fall from a height of fifty or sixty meters.

At the bottom of my heart, there was a calm.

In my mind, there was also a blank space.

"God, it's falling!" Ren Le exclaimed.

The next moment, I saw Mo Yingyan's figure instantly swept upwards and swept towards the figure.

"Hey, Your Highness, you can't use your internal strength! The muscles and veins will be damaged, and the internal strength will be lost! ”

Ren Le's pupils shrank, and he was so anxious that he almost jumped to his feet.

Su Ruotang listened to the faint shouts below, and his long eyelashes trembled.

Immediately, the body fell into the familiar slightly cool embrace.

The fragrance of cedar lingered in the breath, and complex emotions surged in Su Ruotang's heart.

Even she couldn't tell herself, this moment was hoping that he would catch her.

I still hope that it will fall like this.

Mo Yingyan hugged the lost and recovered person in his arms, and his eyes, which had always been indifferent and cold, showed irrepressible joy.

He hugged her tightly, swallowed the fishy sweetness that welled up in his throat, and toe a few times on the cliff, and carried her to the ground.

After Su Ruotang landed, he directly pushed Mo Yingyan away.

Mo Yingyan covered his heart and staggered back a few steps, a wisp of blood spilling from the corner of his lips.

His deep ink eyes stared at her tightly, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "Little Begonia, I finally found you." ”

Su Ruotang's red lips hooked up a sarcastic arc: "Yo, isn't this our wise and martial arts, the third prince who jumped off the cliff for his childhood sweetheart?" ”

"I thought I would be widowed when I went back, but now it seems that this dream will not come true."

Listening to her yin and yang weird tone, Ren Le couldn't help but speak, "You are the third princess?" ”

Su Ruotang condensed at him: "Not soon." ”

Ren Le was at a loss: "Why?" ”

Su Ruotang pursed his red lips and said lightly: "There is no reason." ”

Ignoring the tearing pain of the dantian, Mo Yingyan used his internal force to suppress the surging qi and blood, and stepped forward to pick her up horizontally.

The body suddenly took off, and Su Ruotang instinctively reached out to wrap his arms around the man's neck.

The fragrance of cedar lingered between his breaths, wrapped in a faint fragrance of herbs, Su Ruotang stretched out his hand and pressed his hand against the man's chest, his tone was cold and hard, "Mo Yingyan, you let go of me!" ”