Chapter 71 Red Rope Hair
Wu Shuangshuang's expression was faint, and she couldn't see any ups and downs. She hooked her finger, and the man obediently rubbed her side. He looked at her pitifully. Wu Shuangshuang smiled first, and then roared in a voice that was not inferior to the man: "It's so dirty that you don't wash me. It's really lost me. Share!"
The man was stunned by him. After he realized it, he smiled happily and tried to take Wu Shuangshuang's hand and said coquettishly, "In order to find you for so long, I finally found out that you were in the Qin Palace. I came here sleepless for three days and nights!"
Murong Xun shivered. He couldn't stand such a tall man's coquettish appearance. He watched Wu Shuangshuang twist the man's ear and took him into the room.
Murong Xun looked at the quiet bamboo forest around him and swayed like a ghost. At this time, a flash of lightning passed, and then a few thunderstorms sounded, and the raindrops fell like beans.
No wonder Wu Shuangshuang thought that the royal palace could be her refuge. The protection of the royal palace was so strict. This Yiyue Pavilion still has an array, not to mention the Qingyue Pavilion. So, was it Zhao Ling who deliberately withdrew the array first last time?
Yan Yu pulled Murong Xun into the house, "What's wrong with such a heavy rain?"
What Murong Xun thought of at this moment was that it was thundering. Was Zhao Zhi very scared? He trembled when he was thundering, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
Of course, Zhao Ling was also attracted by what happened just now. After he was notified at the first time, he immediately ran towards Yiyue Pavilion. When Murong Xun just wanted to go back to the house, he watched Zhao Ling's figure appear in the heavy rain.
He ran to Murong Xun in a few steps. His clothes had been wet by the heavy rain, and there were still drops on his hair. A drop of water dripped from the tip of his hair to his face, and then slid along his smooth chin, sexy throat bone to his broad chest. Then... Murong Xun didn't dare to think about it any more, and only felt a little dry. Dry.
"Are you all right?" Zhao Ling put his hands on Murong Xun's shoulder and looked at her worriedly.
His thoughts were called back by Zhao Ling's deep voice. Murong Xun shook his head, "I'm fine!" He remembered Zhao Ling's steady walk in the rain just now, and that it was only ten days before he was injured. This man's recovery speed is really... not a human! Murong Xun thought fiercely that he must have taken a lot of bitter medicine to recover so quickly, and his heart was much more comfortable.
Perceiding the smile at the corners of Murong Xun's mouth, Zhao Ling pinched her chin and asked, "What are you thinking? You are laughing so happily!"
Murong Xun shook his head, shook off Zhao Ling's hand, walked into the room and said faintly, "I'm happy that the prince's recovery is so fast!"
Zhao Ling naturally knew that the answer was not as simple as Murong Xun said. He also followed Murong Xun into the house and ordered Yan Yu to bring a dry veil.
When Murong Xun saw him walking towards him with a veil, he shook his head and said, "I can wipe it myself!"
Zhao Ling smiled, threw the handkerchief in his hand into Murong Xun's hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm asking you to wipe it for me!"
Murong Xun was stunned with a handkerchief. Looking at Zhao Ling's head, he frowned and said, "Let Ziyue wipe it for you!"
Zhao Ling put her arms in her arms and raised her eyebrows, which was quite a little vowing, "I want you to wipe it for me!"
Murong Xun was amused by Zhao Ling's behavior of some children and said, "I'll wipe it!"
Zhao Ling put her head over with a smile, "Then you have to wipe it carefully!"
Yan Yu pulled Yingge out and happened to meet Zhao Hui, who was guarding outside the house, looking at Zhao Ling with a hateful face. He thought that his prince was elegant. How many women's dream lover and ideal son-in-law? Why did he have his IQ regressed for many years when he arrived at the princess!
Yan Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Hui, who was annoyed. He said sarcastically, "Have you seen enough of Commander Zhao?" He paused and said strangely, "People who don't know look at Commander Zhao's expression just now, and think that Commander Zhao has something wrong with our princess!"
Zhao Hui was stunned for a moment. When he was about to speak, he saw Yan Yu look up and turn around and leave. He pointed to the back of Yan Yu and asked Yingge, "What's wrong with her?"
Yingge raised a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, "You can think about it yourself!" As he said, he closed the door and stopped Zhao Hui from wanting to continue to peep.
And Murong Xun in the room didn't expect that wiping his hair could make Zhao Ling so ambiguous!
Murong Xun gently wiped Zhao Ling's hair with a clean handkerchief. His hair is very good, his hair is very dark and bright, and the texture in his hand is also good. While Murong Xun was still looking at Zhao Ling's crow-like green hair, Zhao Ling stretched out his ape's arm, hugged Murong Xun's thin waist, and let her fall on her lap. His deep eyes were ambiguous, and he looked at Murong Xun scorchingly. His warm breath spit on her white cheek and took it with one hand. With the veil in Murong Xun's hand, he said softly, "Let me wipe it for you!"
With that, he loosened the hand around Murong Xun's waist, but picked up a wisp of ink hair and played with it. Zhao Ling looked at Murong Xun deeply. There was a breathtaking tenderness in his eyes, covering the light of the stars all over the sky. He gently wiped Murong Xun's hair, and his movements seemed to be afraid of being disturbed. It's like a beautiful dream.
Neither of them spoke. Zhao Ling did not limit Murong Xun at this time. She could stand up and escape from Zhao Ling's arms at any time. But at this time, Murong Xun looked at Zhao Ling's eyes, as if he was immersed, as if her whole body was not as strong as the gentleness in these eyes.
Time passed bit by bit, and it seemed that a century had passed. Until a long time later, Murong Xun occasionally recalled the warmth of this moment. His gentleness seemed to break through the defense line at the bottom of her heart bit by bit.
After a long time, Zhao Ling put down the veil in his hand, picked up Murong Xun's ink hair, picked up another wisp of his own hair, put the two hairs in one place, took out a red rope from his arms, slowly and seriously wrapped the two strands of hair with a red rope, and watched the two equally dark hairs entangled under the red rope. In the tangled and inseparable appearance, Zhao Ling showed a satisfied smile on his face. He looked at Murong Xun's eyes, with an unprecedentedly serious look on his face and an unprecedented gentle tone. "We are husband and wife. On the day we worship, I was still lying sick ** and did not worship with you. Today, I will tie this red rope for you with my own hands. We have been a real husband and wife since today, okay?"
Murong Xun was shocked, and his body froze in Zhao Ling's arms. The expectant eyes in his eyes made Murong Xun unable to look directly. He looked away and fell on the dim yellow bean lamp. His promise is beyond the extent that she can give him now. Even if she worships, Murong Xun has never regarded Zhao Ling as a husband in the bottom of her heart. Her original plan was that Zhao Ling was just a tool for her revenge. How could this plan be easily disrupted?
Does she love him? Murong Xun rejected this answer in her heart. How could she love him? How can she love the man of the Zhao family? If it continues to be entangled like this, I'm afraid it will be really messy!
Murong Xun picked up a pair of scissors on the table and cut it down to the place where the two people tied their hair without any hesitation. The hair wrapped in red rope fell to the ground.
The lamp exploded, breaking the dullness of a room, but the rain outside became heavier and heavier, pattering, and the drops seemed to hit people's hearts.
Zhao Ling's eyes quietly looked at the two pieces of hair on the ground, and his stiff posture did not move for a long time. In his mind, he kept recalling the bits and pieces between him and Murong Xun during this period. Some things that he thought had been forgotten appeared in the memory. It turned out that he had not forgotten anything and remembered everything.
He was a little unwilling. He gave all his heart to a woman for the first time in 24 years. He didn't expect that she would abandon his sincerity. How could he bear it?
Zhao Ling raised his head stubbornly, still looking at Murong Xun with a trace of expectation in his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why? Is there already someone in your heart?
Zhao Ling's hand gradually tightened. If you dare to say it, I will definitely kill that man!
Murong Xun shook her head gently. She glanced at Zhao Ling faintly and said, "When are you going to lie to yourself? You have long known that my whole body is a secret. Why do you still fall in love with me when you know that I can't fall in love with you?
Zhao Ling suddenly stood up. He was originally tall. Standing in front of Murong Xun at this moment blocked all the lights in front of her. He couldn't see his expression clearly at this moment, but he heard an uncontrollable anger in his tone, "I don't know anything. I don't know what secrets you have. I hope one day You will tell me by yourself that I don't believe that you won't fall in love with me. Is it fake for you to save you on Fuxiang Mountain? Why are you so moved? If I had known that you were such a heartless woman, I wouldn't have liked you!" With that, he paced to the edge of the window without opening Murong's indifference in his eyes.
The window lattice was cackled by the strong wind, and the raindrops outside the house were also blown into the window like a splash by the strong wind, pouring on Zhao Ling's face.
Murong Xun looked at Zhao Ling for a while, and there was an inexplicable bitter feeling in her heart, but there was nothing to regret. She always wanted only an identity rather than a relationship. Murong Xun can't afford this relationship and doesn't want it. For her now, if she doesn't have more feelings, it's more bondage and fetters.
"It's late at night, please come back!" Murong Xun pulled out the hairpin on his head and dialed the bean lamp. The light lit up slightly, but Murong Xun's tone was indifferent as if there was no emotion.
Zhao Ling was still standing against the window, and his stiff body hardly moved. When he heard Murong Xun's words, he paused slightly, and then a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face. He whispered, "It's raining heavily, I'll stay here tonight!"