"Heh, everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, you don't have to pretend." Tan Zhixi's voice was full of sarcasm, "If you have something to say, just say it." ”

Shang Ruyan looked at Tan Zhixi fixedly, and suddenly lowered her head and smiled, her tone fluttering.

"Tan Zhixi, if I tell you that your good cousin is still alive, is this good news?"

"What?" Tan Zhixi's eyes widened suddenly, and her eyes kept fluttering, "What did you say?" ”

Shang Ruyan said word by word: "Su Ruotang is still alive, living well." ”

Gu Shuya stood up and knocked over the tea cup on the table in a panic.

She didn't care about the wet sleeves and ran to the door, "Where is Sister Tang?" ”

Shang Ruyan chuckled: "Where else can it be, of course it's at the bottom of the cliff." ”

Tan Zhixi and Gu Shuya glanced at each other, the surprise in their eyes faded, and they looked at her suspiciously and vigilantly, "Shang Ruyan, you shouldn't be lying to us, right?" ”

Shang Ruyan smiled: "I'm not so boring, telling you that Su Ruotang is still alive naturally has my purpose." ”

As she spoke, she turned sideways slightly, looked at the ink embers who came in a hurry, and hooked the corners of her lips, "Second Highness, my parents died to save Your Majesty. ”

"Your Majesty once promised my parents that as long as they don't violate ethics and hurt Dongqi, Your Majesty will allow me to do this, I wonder if Your Royal Highness still remembers?"

Ember looked at her deeply: "Shang Ruyan, what do you want to do?" ”

Shang Ruyan had a smile on the corner of her mouth: "What do I want to do?" ”

"I naturally ...... I want the Third Highness. ”

"The third brother won't like you." Ember stared at her, her voice cold.

Shang Ruyan stroked the hair that fell down her sideburns, and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, as long as he's by my side." ”

With that, she turned to leave.

When he passed by the ink embers, he said in a low voice: "The account book you are looking for is in Yunzhou." ”

Ember looked at her coldly: "You think I'll believe it." ”

"Believe it or not."

With a word, Shang Ruyan left with a graceful gait.

Looking at her back, Fu Beixian's brows furrowed tightly, "Second brother, what does she mean by this?" ”

The embers of darkness were swirling with complex colors.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Ignore the account books for now, the top priority is to find the younger sister and the third brother." ”

"Shang Ruyan said that Sister Tang is at the bottom of the cliff." Gu Shuya picked up the topographic map on the table, paddled across a river with her fingers, and finally landed at the mouth of a cave in a mountain.

"Our people searched all over the bottom of the cliff, but behind this mountain, they didn't find it."

"The cliff is windy, and when the third prince and sister Tang fall, they may be deflected by the wind, and the position where they fall will most likely be offset."

"Perhaps, Shang Ruyan didn't lie to us."

Ember looked at the river that crossed the cave: "You mean, this topographic map is incomplete, and the third brother and younger siblings may be behind this mountain. ”

Gu Shuya nodded: "Yes, this river is turbulent, and the source cannot be a cave." ”

Shen Shi had just returned with Zilinwei and the people from the shogi camp, and when he heard her words, he immediately turned around and left, "My subordinates will go and re-investigate." ”

Fu Beixian caught up with him: "I'll go with you." ”

......

The bottom of the cliff.

When Mo Yingyan woke up, the sharp pain in his chest had subsided, and there was no other discomfort except for some weakness in his body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

As far as the eye could see, it was dark, except for the candle flame on the table that emitted a dim glow.

"Ma'am?" He propped himself up and whispered.

The room was silent, except for the occasional crackling of the candle flames.

Mo Yingyan pinched his eyebrows with his long fingers.

The next moment, he looked at his hands in a bit of a daze.

In the dim candlelight, his slender fingers glowed with a cold jade-like color.

The fingers like jade carvings are clear and clean, and the wounds that were cut by the bushes and grass because of the search for Su Ruotang have all healed.

There are only a few deep cuts, on the cold white fingers, proving that he has done those things.

His eyelashes quivered, and he lifted the quilt suddenly, and ran barefoot to open the door, not bothering to put on his shoes.

As soon as the door opened, the figure carved into the bone marrow came into view.

He hugged Su Ruotang in his arms.

A faint scent of begonias lingered on the tip of his nose, and his flustered heart slowly calmed down.

"Madam, I thought you had abandoned your husband."

Burying his head in Su Ruotang's smooth neck, Mo Yingyan closed his eyes and said in a low voice.

The man's low voice seemed to carry a hint of grievance.

Su Ruotang tilted his head back and patted the man's back perfunctorily, "It's almost over, let go." ”

Mo Yingyan slowly let go of his hand: "How many days have I been asleep?" ”

Su Ruotang's gaze fell on the man's bare feet, and he snorted softly, "Seven days." ”

Dog man, even the toes are so good-looking.

Even a woman was jealous when she saw it.

Mo Yingyan frowned.

The next moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Ruotang's slender wrist and carefully examined her hand.

Seeing that the fingers that were scratched seven days ago had returned to their previous white tenderness, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a shallow smile.

The hands of the third princess are still white and tender and flawless to look at.

Su Ruotang was caught off guard and was pinched by him.

She hooked her red lips, and her tone was lazy and lazy, "Your Highness gave me a pulse, do you see that something is wrong?" ”

Mo Yingyan didn't miss the tiredness between her eyebrows.

He bent down to pick her up and walked into the house, "Well, take your pulse and find out that you are sick." ”

Su Ruotang wrapped his hands around the man's neck with both hands, snorted coldly, and his delicate little face was expressionless, "Heh, then may I ask Your Highness, what disease do I suffer?" ”

The man hugged her steadily, and said word by word: "Lovesickness." ”