Chapter 59 [Knowing Deep Love]

The eaves of the palace are flying, the corridor waist is back, and the door of the Zhuhong Hall is engraved with a dragon pattern totem. In the dark inner hall, the mackerel between the windows was like fog, but it was rustling gently by the night wind. The faint candle lit up, illuminating the person without a trace of blood on the bed!

It was cold around, as if floating and sinking in a river full of ice. The pain all over the body could not cry, and the deep clouds swept everything in. In the confusion, she heard a light voice, but it scared the people around her into a cold sweat, which was a gathering of deterrent power.

"If I can't get her poison, can I get my get it?" The corners of Xiao Yan's mouth were slightly hooked, his eyes were cold, and his smile was getting deeper and deeper. "If toxic blood and non-toxic blood merge together, will they become poisonous?"

"The Prince... No way..." Dr. Wu immediately tightened his pupils and his heart trembled.

Xiao Yan glanced at Ru Mo with long dark hair on the bed. With her eyes closed, she seemed to disappear invisible at the next moment. The moment when she took her from Fan Yun's hand, he was afraid that he would lose it again as soon as he let go.

When she was half asleep and half awake, Ru Mo only felt that her chest was surging faintly, as if she was eager to open her eyes to stop something. However, she tentatively moved her eyelids, and there was darkness between her trembling five fingers. She coughed sharply, muttered and turned over, as if she were powerless to fall into the cliff. The next moment, a pair of warm and powerful palms catched her waist in time, hugged her horizontally, and held her in her arms.

Her lips kept trembling and her teeth were clenched. He then bent down without hesitation, and his thin lips came to her lips. At this moment, her heart finally calmed down, and subconsciously, her throat said, "Don't... Don't... Don't..."

He suppressed the joy of the waves in his heart, took a deep breath, and asked gently with a touch of charm in his voice: "Moer, don't you want anything? Don't you want me to bite the tip of your tongue and blend in with your blood? Or don't you want me to be poisoned?"

"Don't... I have... Poison..." In a trance, all the phantoms disappeared, trembling and stretched out her hand and struggled. She rubbed her eyes, her left hand stiff in mid-air, and she couldn't help coughing again for a long time.

He first put his back of his hand on her forehead and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with a towel. She pushed his palm away and curled up in the corner of the bed. All she knows is that she can't let him know that she is blind. Maybe he has known it for a long time?

The long black hair spread down, covering all her expressions. In a moment of stalemate, he felt a pain in his heart. In an instant, a rare softness appeared on his handsome face. He slowly grabbed her cold little hand and held it in the palm of his hand, "Moer, I know you are suffering..."

"Where is Fan Yun?" He pressed all the tenderness into his chest and opened his mouth indifferently. What else can she do? How can such a broken body look at the world side by side with him?

His eyebrows moved slightly, as if he had heard something interesting. Between his chuckling, he was actually warm and spoiled. He seemed helpless, but he did not think, "He is a university scholar, and naturally he has returned to his bachelor's house."

"Oh!" Her voice became lower and lower, and her eyes were empty and confused, as if she tried her best to endure, which was ten times more painful than the poison on her body.

He leaned on the corner of the couch and put on a cloak for her while covering the quilt corner for her. Between the tentacles, the mood in her eyes was extremely complicated. The more she wanted to alienate, the closer she got.

Her pointed nails scratched on the silk quilt, and the corners of her lips were slightly pulled, almost bleeding. She straightened up and was furious. "Xiao Yan, you have been dead in my heart. I don't know everything about you. In front of you, Leng Rumo is a useless fool. Following you, my heart will be tired, so let me Let's go."

He suddenly grated in his heart and couldn't help holding her into his arms. There was a resolute scorching heat in the depths of his black eyes. "Mier, it's useless. You don't need to escape from me in this way. Your eyes will be fine, and the poison will be solved. If you can't be cured, at worst, I'll accompany you, just don't be petty and say, 'Let' You're leaving or something like that.

As time goes by, there is silence in the room. When Rumo fell into a coma again in a complicated and unreasonable mood, she only felt that someone pulled her up from the bed and hugged her tightly.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance of dragon saliva filled the tip of her nose. In the hazy, two thin lips covered her lips. In an instant, her body trembled, and then a cool ** between her lips and teeth crossed in, as if her heart and lungs were in the rain, and her whole body was light. She couldn't help closing her eyes and moaning comfortably.

The clothes slipped gently, and her slender fingers gently leaned in. She suddenly shuddered. Just as she was about to resist, a breath that rotated rapidly at her fingertips went straight to her heart, and the reverse breath in her body melted like cotton.

He retreated her lips and saw her curled up in his arms, panting evenly, and the corners of her lips were still filled with a sweet smile, as if the child had dreamed of sugar.

He laid her flat and pulled a silk quilt for her. A warm smile floated on his thin lips, which was very serious; "Moer, have a good sleep."

This sleep was heavy and warm, as if the sky and the earth were also shining. When the first ray of dawn passed through the window and fell on the bed, Ru Mo's eyelids moved slightly, and suddenly felt a strong light directly into her eyes. She tried to open it slowly, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"I saw... I saw... I saw it..." She laughed in disbelief, held the bedside and went to the ground. Unexpectedly, she fell to the ground without rubbing a few steps. Her knees hurt a lot and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Who told you to go to the ground?" A sharp voice came, which scared her so much that she suddenly jumped, and then fell into a familiar and warm embrace. She stretched out her hand and pulled his clothes with a timid and naughty face. He patted her off her hand and put her back to bed.

"I saw it. My eyes are better." She narrowed her eyes, sighed slightly, and said.

"I know." He stared at her without a trace of joy.

"I saw it... Ha ha..." She grinded her teeth and repeated, silently saying in her heart, "Xiao Yan, you stingy, hum, you must be hating me for leaving you when I'm blind, so you are indifferent to show me now. You won't imagine the suffering of life at all, woo-woo."

In the bright light of the palace lamp, her eyes stared at him for a moment. I'm afraid she can't see him in the blink of an eye... His aggressive eyes were deadly **, and his loose skirt pressed against his slender body, making his whole body burst out with a strong scorching brilliance. And his thin lips have been floating with an elusive smile. That's what the natural ** is like, right?

He checked her hands and feet with a calm face. After a moment, his tone softened, "Have you seen enough?"

In a word, he blocked her and coughed. He thought she was uncomfortable again. He quickly reached out and stroked her forehead worriedly, and said, "No, I'll call Dr. Wu." In a hurry, she pressed his hand, shrank her head, and said awkwardly with slightly red cheeks; "What's your name..."

He chased her hand in turn, but smiled, "Oh... Then let me take a look and cure your illness.

She was stunned, and then her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She quickly withdrew her hand and said, "I'm not sick. I'm fine. I don't need a doctor."

A charming smile came out of the corners of his lips. He leaned over and held her in his arms. He said in a very low voice, "Are you thinner than before?"

She calmed down and said calmly, "Because I tried a poison to lose weight, which is very effective!"

The spring light in the afternoon is oblique, and the warm dormitory emits the light yellow aperture of time precipitation, exquisite to luxurious bed brims, and gold hooks. At this moment, Ru Mo has already left the cold palace and is in the "Liang Palace". After returning from poisoning, Xiao Yan has been arranging her in his house. However, this is not a stable place after all. Where is her home?

When Ru Mo was upset, she couldn't help sighing. At this moment, several maidservant came in with a drawer of food boxes and said more than a dozen snacks in one breath.

"Go back and tell you, my lord, that I have enough food and clothing here, and there is nothing missing..." Ru Mo stared at those exquisitely made and brightly colored dots, and said the next sentence in her heart, "Well, are you really raising me like a pig? Who can stand such delivery of food and supplements all day long?"

Several maidservants knelt down with a fluttering sound, and their faces were full of embarrassment. They said, "The prince told me to serve the maidens well. If the empress can't eat well, or lose a catty and a catty, the maidens can't explain to the prince, and they will be expelled from the palace."

Ru Mo picked up a piece of dessert, took a bite and smiled, "You will not be expelled from the palace. Your body is mine. If you eat more, eat less, gain weight and lose weight, it has nothing to do with you. If the prince blames you, I will plead for you."

He picked up another piece of dessert, and before it was delivered to his mouth, he only heard the sound of the piano, and the tone was full of ghosts, "Who is stroking the piano?" Rumo put down her snacks and asked.

"Mother, our princess is stroking the piano." A maid stood up and bowed her head and said.

Ru Mo stood up and said lightly, "Help me dress up. I'm going to see your princess." The reason is that she is a guest here anyway. Although Xiao Yan did not make it clear, she should go anyway, although she was hard.

Across several small courtyards and through two corridors, I saw Princess Liang in dark green gauze, stroking the strings and shining brightly. Ru Mo came forward, and her vision blurred. It was the piano she once loved and the familiar strings, and it was also her life-threatening charm. The last time she played it was like a different world and did not dare to touch it.

"Does the Empress Mo also like the piano?" Princess Liang slowly raised her head and asked with a smile.

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