Chapter 122 [Leaving the Plan]

Chapter ment 22 [Departure Plan]

Ru Mo closed her eyes and forced the warmth and sourness to rush back to the bottom of her eyes. She broke away from Xiao Yan, slapped him in the face and said calmly, "Never touch me again."

At this time, she no longer has to worry about his face. She has turned into a ball of hatred for all his love, and his so-called love for her is just a part of the capture game. If she wants to use the blood of her relatives to maintain this love that survives in power, then she doesn't want it, she wants to give up, completely Give up on him!

Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly contracted, with obvious shock and uneasiness. With a wave of his hand, the bodyguard beside him carried out Leng Su's body, and Fan Yun and Shen Yue also retreated.

In the empty room, there was only him and her left. She hugged herself tightly, her pale and haggard face, buried deeply in her arms, and gradually curled up to the most lonely appearance.

"Why don't you let go of my family? He is my only brother..." She bit her lip desperately and finally couldn't help crying.

He reached out to wipe her tears, and his anger dissipated in an instant, leaving only endless pity, "It's not what you see... Don't you believe me?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, is it fake? Your sword is stained with my brother's blood. How can I believe you?" She pushed his hand away, and her eyes were dull, desolate and sad.

Suddenly, there were bursts of swelling in her waist, as if to break her. In an instant, the scratching and tearing pain made her sweat roll. A warm current quickly gushed out and passed out quickly, as fast as a meteor, as if to quickly empty her life and blood.

He forgot to shed tears and breath. He looked blankly at the red under her skirt and subconsciously panicked and shouted over and over again, "Moer... Moer... Moer..."

The light is getting farther and farther away. It seems that it is close to the stars, together in the dark sky, blink, blink... Her child, the one who is as handsome as him, is gone... Did you go to heaven to accompany your uncle?

Who is calling? I screamed in my ear over and over again, Moer, Moer, Moer...

There is a gray in front of you, will you die like this? Did you go to see my child, mother, father, and brother?

The call that had been hovering in my ear suddenly disappeared and turned into an angry roar. "Even if you turn over the Jianchang City, you have to bring the best doctor to me. If you can't bring it, go out of the city to find it. If you can't find it, you will automatically pick up your head and bury the child."

"Funeral? Burial? Burial? How much blood will he use to pay tribute? Do you want to let the child not be reborn and the soul not rest in peace?

"Don't... Don't... Don't..." I shouted hard and opened my eyes hard, but I could only hear my hoarse sound as if it was like a rusty shovel colliding, and when I opened my eyes, there was only a hollow.

"Moer, are you awake?" A surprised and happy voice came, the hand was held, the tears were kissed by the warm lips, and a few drops of water left on the cheeks. Who is kissing? Who is crying?

He raised his hand hard and wanted to fan away the bastard around him, but it was useless. He barely made a single syllable from his hoarse voice, that is, "Get out!"

Outside the window, falling flowers are falling one after another, like snow and silk. The wind blows by, as if in another world, my eyes are dazzled, my heart is dazed, and my mind is even more confused. How many entangled love and hatred at this moment are constantly alternating in front of her eyes, rolling like boiling water, and large air masses keep surging up from her chest, choking in her throat, making her breathless.

Ru Mo woke up, but she couldn't sleep anymore. Her whole skull was in pain, as if she had been deeply pricked by someone. Even if she opened her eyes, her eyes were dark and dark, as indifferent and fragile as a surging underground cold spring.

Half supported her body and sat up, but she couldn't resist the sound of coughing. She knew how pale her face was at this time. She couldn't help looking at the empty medicine bowl on the table, "Cough... Cough... Entanglement... Entanglement... Entangled..."

She wanted to take a sip of medicine to suppress a series of coughs, but she found that she couldn't call half a person, so she had to put on a thin shirt and stay out of breath. When she finally hesitated in front of the window, she heard the sound of the brushing sword.

Does he still want to practice swords? Every sword stabbed out has a faint murderous atmosphere. Is it time to go to the killing field?

The flowers in the yard were cut off by the sword in his hand, and the scattered red petals seemed to be stained with blood and died enchantingly.

Holding the window rail weakly, it made her stand slightly sweaty. Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly heard the sound of pestering. Just now, she looked at him too attentively, and even ignored the one standing next to him - "Son, it's time to rest. It's time for you wipe your sweat."

Under the bright sun, the entangled eyes were soft and touching, and he tiptoed his toes and took a sweat towel to wipe Xiao Yan's sweat.

She had already noticed that the girl who pestered Xiao Yan liked Xiao Yan. Thinking about it, which woman can not be moved by Xiao Yan? She likes whoever she likes. At this moment, she has no extra strength and heart to "jealous". With a wry smile in his heart, there was an unknown amount of haze and thunder, which seemed to explode at any time, and broke up with the whole emotion with a destructive posture.

In the middle of meditation, the door suddenly rang, and Wan'er came in with a bowl of freshly boiled medicine and said respectfully, "Little lady, it's time to drink the medicine."

"Tangle, how many years have you been with your son?" Ru Mo took the medicine bowl, drank it all at once, and casually tested it.

When Tang'er saw that Ru Mo was in a good mood today, she also became more words. She was in high-hearted. She retreated with a few blushes on her childish cheeks and replied with a smile: "In my little lady's words, it has been eight years since she followed the prince since she was ten years old."

"You are eighteen years old, aren't you? The exit is getting more and more punctuation. Tangle, do you think your son is good?" Ru Mo asked with a floating smile on her mouth.

The child's face immediately panicked, knelt down with a plop, tears falling, and said in panic: "Did the little lady hear anything? Tang'er swore to the little lady that Tang'er had always been loyal to the little lady and did not dare to go over it. The prince's status is noble, and he is just a humble maid. He never dares to have any indiscrimity.

"Don't panic. When the girl grows up, she will eventually get married. Now you are at a flower-like age. If you have admiration for a man, you don't have to hide it. To put it bluntly, even if you fall in love with your son, I will make the decision for you." Ru Mo said ling, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

The child's heartbeat leaked and looked at Ru Mo and sobbed in a low voice; "Little lady... What's wrong with you?"

"Tangle, I can't be a 'little lady'. Your son and I are inseparable from each other, and there is no hope. You must have seen that your son is the dragon among people with a special status. You will have endless glory and wealth with him in the future. Although there is a wife in the family, even if it is a side room for him, he will not wrong you. As long as you do your best to serve him in the future, he will like you. After Ru Mo finished what she should have said, she couldn't help sighing deeply and said in her heart, "You know that today's 'little lady' is tomorrow's 'little princess' and the future 'imperial concubine'!"

The entangled Rumo up and down, stared at Rumo's eyes and asked, "Little lady, what on earth do you want to do?"

"I won't be this 'little lady' anymore." Ru Mo was a little impatient. She gritted her teeth and continued, "Tangle, I can see clearly all the way. What else are you covering up? I'm giving you my position now. You should be happy. Why don't you quickly admit that you like Xiao Yan?"

"Please take back what you just said. If you let the prince know that there is a wrong thought, even ten heads are not enough to cut." Tang Er lowered her head and said in a trembling voice, "Doesn't the young lady know the prince's heart for the little lady? No one can replace it. I begged the little lady, don't be angry with the prince..."

"Tangle, are you going to carry my body to your son? If you still think of me as your little lady, just listen to me, or don't blame me for doing something impulsive. At that time, let's see how you explain to your son. Ru Mo smiled sarcastically, with a trace of determination in her eyes.

"Shut up. I dare not say anything more. Please calm down your anger... The little lady has a good rest, and the pester is going down. Tuan'er frowned and got up quickly. He wanted to retreat to the door, but he didn't want his hand to be held by Ru Mo - "Tang'er, good girl, if you help me do something, I won't embarrass you, but you must not let your son know about this..."

The warm embrace made her reluctant to leave. When he really wanted to leave, he didn't know that the gold wire had been wrapped in the silk, and it became a golden silk cage that he couldn't break free and was reluctant to break free.

Lying on the couch, with my eyes closed, I didn't want anyone to see her sadness and uneasiness. I could only pretend to be asleep, but finally I couldn't help it, and the corners of my eyes slowly overflowed with warm water droplets.

Outside the house, gradually there were familiar footsteps coming gently, and there was a slight movement of creaking away, and she knew that he was coming.

The sound of footsteps suddenly appeared in front of the bed, and the breathing was heavy and familiar. It had been gently swirling in her sleep countless times, making her feel at ease and peaceful.

The slender fingers carefully wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, slid as lightly as possible across her face as feathers, and gently down her neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen and gently.

She sat up suddenly, struggled to push away his hand, and gasped, "Take off your hand and don't touch me."