Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and opened the door.
He ran straight into a pair of dark, deep pupils.
Leng Qisu just stood at the door, looking at her for a moment.
He was soaked all over, and a white robe clung tightly to his body, outlining the man's perfect body. Water dripped from his dark hair hanging down his head.
She found that after not seeing him for a few days, this man had become thinner and haggard, but he was still incomparably handsome, even in his current state.
This feels really weird.
The two of them just looked at each other without saying anything. The world seemed to be still, so quiet that there seemed to be only the sound of rain.
I don't know how long the stalemate lasted before Leng Qisu lowered his eyes and smiled lonely, "What? Are you so unwilling to see me?"
Mo Shuang felt a pain in her heart and frowned slightly, but she quickly smiled coldly, "Hasn't the prince already drawn a clear line with me? I thought it was because the prince didn't want to see me!"
"You know that's not the case!" He curled his lips with endless bitterness.
"I don't know!" There was always a sarcastic sneer on the corner of her lips, and she looked directly into his eyes, "I never knew! I only know that I am a pawn of the prince, and I have already done all the things of charging into battle. It’s time to get off the field and rest.”
piece
Leng Qisu looked at her, pain tangled in his eyes. He pursed his lips and did not answer her words.
Yes, she is his pawn.
When they originally bought her, they all knew it and it was your wish.
When did the relationship between the two begin to change? He doesn't know either.
He seemed to care more and more about this chess piece, and she seemed to care more and more about its identity.
Actually, this is not a good thing.
Seeing that he was silent, Mo Shuang thought that he had spoken his mind, and she felt even more angry in her heart, and then said: "What? Doesn't it mean that the prince doesn't want to give me a chance to rest? Yes, all chess pieces have always ended up useful. It's beautiful when it's beautiful, but it's tragic when it's useless. Did the prince feel uneasy when he saw that I didn't die in the hands of bandits, and wanted to kill someone to silence him?"
"That's enough!" Leng Qisu interrupted her sternly, his handsome eyebrows furrowed, and his black eyes looked at her tiredly, "Do we have to have this kind of conversation between us?"
Such a conversation
Mo Shuang's breath hurt, yes, what happened to her? What do you care about? What is there to be indignant about
Curving her lips, she smiled sweetly, "My lord, do you think I look like a resentful woman now? Is it so unreasonable?" Swallowing the bitterness in her heart, she reached out and patted his shoulder, still smiling: " In fact, it’s not just the prince who hates me, I also hate myself like this.”
Seeing her shaky smile, Leng Qisu felt great pain in his heart.
"Mo Zhuang..." He grabbed her hand and pulled her heavily into his arms, holding her tightly, "Stop talking, don't say anything, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have misunderstood you, I shouldn't have left you alone, it's all my fault. I apologize to you and go back with me, okay?"
"Not good!" She leaned on his shoulder numbly and uttered two words.
What if we go back with him
Continue to be a chess piece for him? Continue to be a chess piece for Brother Yi? Continue to be exhausted physically and mentally between these two men
She is tired and she doesn't want to!
Suddenly, a strange current surged in the air, and Mo Shuang felt a strong wind from the side sweeping towards her.
Turning his head and looking over, he saw that it was—
A feather arrow.
The metal arrow glowed with a cold light, cutting through the sky and piercing the rain curtain, as fast as if it was about to penetrate her chest.
Leng Qisu seemed to sense something strange, and shouted, "Mo Zhuang, get out of the way!"
Almost at the same time, Mo Shuang felt a weight on her shoulders, and a strong external force pushed her away.
She staggered back a few steps, holding on to the door lintel to prevent herself from falling to the ground.
"Hiss—" The sound of the long arrow piercing the flesh, the man's muffled groan, and then the sound of blood spurting out.
"Your Majesty!"
Mo Shuang was horrified, completely frightened by this sudden scene.
Her face turned pale, and she instinctively reached out to support him, but found that her hands were shaking.
This man, this man actually used his body to block the arrow for her.
how so
who is it
Who wants to put her to death
She raised her eyes to look in the direction where the arrow was shot, but saw nothing. No one or anything, as if the arrow came out of thin air.
"Come into the house quickly!" Leng Qisu covered his bleeding chest and looked back, fearing there might be some danger. He pushed her into the house as he spoke.
She quickly closed the door and helped him sit on the chair. At this time, Leng Qisu suddenly grasped the arrow body and pulled out the arrow with a sudden force.
Suddenly, warm blood splashed everywhere, splashing on his and her clothes, splashing on the ground, and some even splashed on the back of her hands.
She trembled, feeling indescribable.
"I'll go find a doctor for you!" She turned around and left, but he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Don't, don't go!"
His voice was hoarse and low, which made her heart ache.
"But your lord..."
"It's okay... I can't die..." He leaned back on the chair and smiled weakly, "Find some cloth."
"Oh" she came back to her senses and rummaged through the box to find a clean strip of cloth. After searching for a long time, she picked up two newly bought clothes and tore them into pieces.
(End of chapter)