The man who came quickly to cleanliness hugged the black-clothed girl covered with moss, and saw joy between his eyebrows and eyes, but no disgust.

His jet-black hair was soaked with cold sweat on his forehead, and it was wet against his sideburns.

The beautiful and magnificent face is a little more pale and bewitching.

Mo Yingyan walked forward with Su Ruotang in her arms, her eyelashes drooped when she heard this, and she looked at her deeply.

What caught my eye was Su Ruotang's beautiful face stained with black moss.

She looked like a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll, splashed with a few drops of ink.

The long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, dyed with a little bit of fine crystal, revealing a distressing sense of brokenness.

Looking at the cold sweat on her white forehead, Mo Yingyan pursed her thin lips, and her heart seemed to be slammed with a heavy hammer.

It took him a while before he could barely spit out a few words, "You're hurt." ”

Su Ruotang felt the hot pain in his knees and ankles, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his red lips and said nothing.

Mo Yingyan was in a long posture, and she continued to walk with her in her arms calmly.

Su Ruotang's little face was pressed against his chest, and he could clearly hear the man's slightly rapid heartbeat.

She was a healer, and she knew from his breath that he was badly wounded.

As Ren Le knew, he might use his internal force to save her because of his forcible actions, and lose this deep internal force.

Feeling his slightly cool body temperature, for a moment, she felt that what she had cared about seemed not so important.

But between them, there is a Shang Ruyan.

After a while, Su Ruotang's red lips opened lightly, and his voice was almost inaudible, "Why?" ”

The three words without a head and no brain, but Mo Yingyan understood.

He didn't answer, his Adam's apple rolled, and his arms hugged her tightly.

After not getting a reply from the man for a long time, Su Ruotang suddenly didn't want to know the reason why he saved Shang Ruyan.

She closed her eyes tiredly.

An indescribable tiredness spread from all four limbs and wrapped her firmly.

It weighed her down, almost suffocating.

At this moment, she even wished that she had fallen from the cliff into the river like that.

Ren Le looked at the man in a black robe, holding the beautiful girl in black with both hands, and slowly walked away.

Although it is the back, it exudes a suppressed sadness.

Ren Le remembered the thick Buddhist scriptures in Mo Yingyan's house, and the sentence-

If there is a god in the world, please keep my wife safe. 】

His heart suddenly soured, and his vision gradually blurred.

Fu Ling's heart was very close, and he understood what Mo Yingyan said just now-

When I'm gone, don't tell anyone you've seen me.

When he said to go, he didn't leave the bottom of the cliff and go back to the capital.

But if he can't find the third princess, he will choose to end this life.

......

Inside a simple but warm wooden house.

Behind the rough screen, water vapor rises from the tub.

Su Ruotang was slightly dazed and lay on the edge of the bathtub, letting the noble and elegant man gently wash her hair.

The man used to have cold long fingers, soaked in hot water, with a rare warmth, gently massaging her scalp.

"Is there an ointment? Your wounds need to be medicated. After washing her hair, Mo Yingyan looked at her long eyelashes and drowsy, and slowly spoke.

His voice was cold and hoarse.

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously took out a bottle of ointment from the medical space, "Use this." ”

Mo Yingyan took it and carefully placed it in a dry place.

Then, pick her up.

Drops of water ran down her sleek skin and fell into the tub, splashing with water.

Mo Yingyan's long fingers hooked the clean clothes on the screen, and draped them on her body casually.

Su Ruotang raised his eyes slightly: "Whose clothes?" ”

Mo Yingyan hugged her and walked to the bed: "Ren Le's mother." ”

"The conditions at the bottom of the cliff are poor, and Mrs. is aggrieved."

Listening to the word Mrs. spit out from his mouth, Su Ruotang felt inexplicable.

She hooked the corners of her lips and smiled coldly, "Shang Ruyan wore it, I don't wear it." ”

Mo Yingyan put her on the couch, Qingjun frowned slightly, picked up the rough silk cloth, and wiped her ink hair, "No one has worn it." ”

Ignoring the fact that his robe was covered with dirt and debris.

Su Ruotang looked at him fixedly for a while, and his eyes paused on the dirt at the hem of his clothes.

Feeling the temperature of the man's fingers passing through the scalp, he closed his eyes and said lightly: "Mo Yingyan, aren't you tired?" ”

Mo Yingyan's movements paused slightly, and her voice lowered a little, "Tired." ”

Su Ruotang sneered in his heart.

Without waiting for her to speak, the man's hoarse and deep voice continued to come, "Every moment when your life and death are unknown, I feel so tired of living. ”

Su Ruotang's heart trembled, and the sarcastic arc of her lips became stronger, "Yes, if I live, Shang Ruyan will not be able to become the third princess." ”

"Maneuvering between childhood sweethearts and current ladies, His Royal Highness is naturally tired."

Mo Yingyan squatted on the side of the bed, slowly wiped her waterfall-like black hair, and hooked the corners of her lips, "The third princess will always be you." ”

"There are vines on the cliff, and I can guarantee that I won't die."

Su Ruotang listened to the man's words, and a wave of irritability surged in his heart, and he interrupted him coldly, "Heh, Your Highness is not dead, what does it have to do with me." ”

Mo Yingyan's expression was still calm and calm, and she wiped her hair without hurrying, "I don't regret saving Shang Ruyan." ”

Su Ruotang opened his eyes suddenly, looked at him coldly, his red lips were word by word, overflowing with cold and lukewarm syllables, "What Your Highness regrets is that he married me on impulse in Qingling Temple!" ”