"Yeah." Mo Qihan nodded, and reached out to touch Ling Xueman's face. It was a bit cold, "Is it cold? Wrap my cloak." As he said, he let go of him, and Ling Xueman was flabbergasted. After a while, he held it down and shook his head, "No, I'm okay." After finishing speaking, I felt puzzled again, "Gotou, did you wear a cloak when you came?"
"No. This was sent by his subordinates." Mo Qihan said.
"Man? Uh...you are really capable! Where are your men now? Where is that old grandfather? Is he going with us?" Ling Xueman looked around suspiciously, but where her eyesight touched, there was a figure. I can't see it either.
"You call me Master Grandpa, isn't it a generational one?" Mo Qihan frowned.
Ling Xueman's face twitched, "His hair and beard are all white, he's really old."
"You are also called Master." Mo Qihan said lightly.
"Oh, how about Master and your men?" Ling Xueman nodded unwillingly and pouted.
"Master is sleeping, and his subordinates are secretly protecting in places you can't see." Mo Qihan explained briefly, picked up Ling Xueman and changed directions, and sat on the horseback facing him, "Hold my waist tightly." , Put your face against me, so that the wind will not blow on my face, and it will be warmer."
"Oh." Ling Xueman replied, put Mo Qihan on his arms and pressed his broad chest, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat, the corners of his mouth slowly overflowed with laughter. At this moment, he suddenly felt that happiness was right in front of him. In this seemingly powerful and domineering man, but actually considerate.
"Sit down, don't think about it, I'm leaving." Mo Qihan reminded aloud.
Ling Xueman's face was hot again, and he muttered awkwardly: "Who is thinking about it, hateful man."
Mo Qihan didn't speak, his thin lips tilted slightly, and he flicked the horse's rein, "Drive--"
This time, the horse's speed slowed down a lot. Because it was an uphill road, it was slightly bumpy. Ling Xueman couldn't help holding Mo Qi's arms tighter. The wind whispered in her ears. She, who had never ridden a horse, did not feel it. A trace of fear, I only feel safe and warm in the arms of this man.
The horse finally stopped, and a sound of running water came from his ear clearly in the silent night, and Ling Xueman straightened up in surprise, "Hot, where is this?"
Mo Qihan picked up Ling Xueman, jumped off his horse, and said, "This is the falling stream on the top of Luoxia Mountain."
As he said, he took Ling Xueman’s little hand and wrapped it in his palm, walked slowly over, and said as he walked: “The water here is the clearest water in the entire capital, and the wisteria flowers blooming on the edge of the river absorb the natural aura. The tea made from the dewdrops on the petals is the most fragrant. The water used by the emperor and harem concubines to drink tea is all boiled from the dewdrops collected from the wisteria petals here."
"The spring water of the falling mountain stream is naturally warm throughout the year. It can be said to be a natural hot spring, surrounded by birds and flowers, and the scenery is pleasant. In the past, as long as I was in a bad mood, I would ride a horse here. Sometimes I just stayed. All day long, playing Xiaoxiao, practicing swords, reading books, and when I go back, my worries are gone."
Picking a clean boulder, Mo Qihan sat down with Ling Xueman and looked up. The water poured down from the stone wall above, and then gathered into a small flowing lake. It could be seen vaguely by the black. The wisps of white air on the water, the lake surface was sparkling with moonlight reflecting off the water, full of radiance.
Bend slightly, Ling Xueman plunged his slender hands into the water, a warm feeling came, and then he cried out in surprise, "Wow! It's really a hot spring!"
"Yeah." Mo Qihan squeezed Ling Xueman's hand and exhorted: "Be careful, don't fall."
"Hehe, shit, it's a pity it's now, otherwise you can go to the hot springs." Ling Xueman smiled happily, returned to the cage, and threw on Mo Qihan, snorting the fresh air of the mountain stream with waves. The scent of flowers in the nose, listening to the gurgling water, and the occasional bird calls and insects, I can't help but feel very emotional, "This feeling of returning to nature is pretty good!"
Mo Qihan smiled silently, just hugged the person in his arms tightly.
The light of the flowing water made Ling Xue's brain burst into flashes, her sly eyes turned, turned around, and half sat on Mo Qihan's lap, hugging his shoulders, touching his neck affectionately, coquettishly Said: "Hey, I want to see the surrounding scenery clearly, have you brought fire folds?"
"...I didn't bring it." Mo Qihan hesitated and said.
"Well, you lied to me, you must have it on your body, I'll look for it." Ling Xueman pouted her little mouth, and rubbed Mo Qihan's body with a gesture.
Mo Qihan frowned slightly, and said faintly: "No need to look for it, do you want to see my appearance?"
"...Uh, I, I didn't." Ling Xueman stopped searching, her cheeks with guilty conscience were a little hot.
"Dispel this idea, when I can appear in front of you openly, when anyone in the world calls you for a long time, that's when we can stay together forever." Mo Qihan pursed his lips slightly, without a smile, his face There is no coldness in the above, but the tone of his speech is indifferent, which is unpredictable, and it is impossible to guess his emotions.
Ling Xueman finally realized the difference, frowned slightly, and looked at him for an instant. It seemed... as if she was in her room, she was holding him behind her back, and after speaking the long string of words, He never laughed anymore, then, he hasn't answered her yet...
The red lips moved, but he was chewing his words finely, "Look together to stay together...Long to stay together..."
"You don't want to?" He asked back, his tone still calm.
"...No." After hesitating for a long time, she shook her head lightly and said quietly: "It's just that I don't see any light or hope for the future. Although I believe in you, I can't think of any identity in this world. People who can make the emperor change his mind and remarry my widow concubine's last wish of betraying his son!"
Silence, then a long silence.
Mo Qihan didn't speak, and Ling Xueman didn't speak either.
The tight body stiffened for a long time, stretched out his hand, twisted the cape of the two of them, and tightened it tightly. Most of it was wrapped around Ling Xueman's body, and then she was more tightly held in his arms and pressed against his heart. Above.
Never before has his heart been so disturbed.
Everything is because of her words.
"I don't want to be you, or a pawn in other people's hands, being used as a tool to retaliate against others. If the result I am waiting for is really like this, shit, I will hate you to death!"
It is undeniable that he did use her and used her as a pawn against Ling Beiyuan. What's more, he also thought of using Ling Xueman's innocence to become a sharp sword to defeat Mo Qiming.
These are his initial thoughts and what he has done before.
But later, he found out that he had fallen first. He cared about her more than Wutong day by day. Even, that day, she and Wutong stood on the Gongyue Bridge together, what he saw in his eyes and heart She is also the woman who smiles, like the warm sun in winter, that bright smile, happy appearance, every playful language, every childish action, like a Wang Qingquan, quietly flowing into him. Xinhu made him walk out of Wutong’s barriers day by day...
A man’s greatest weakness is passion, and once he has a relationship with a woman, he will plunge himself into an impossible situation.
He was moved, and then he was shocked to discover that Mo Qiming had not departed from his plan. Several times he suspected that the reason why Mo Qiming had poisoned Ling Xueman was to force him to show up instead of actually killing Ling Xueman until they were there. On the day of the restaurant, he was really sure...
He began to become worried. Excessive emotions would make a person crazy. He hoped that Mo Qiming was not, and he could only imprison her firmly in the palace and prevent her from taking a step. Don’t let Mo Qiming have a chance to see her, but her light cannot be concealed...
I don't know when will this crisis-ridden struggle stop? I wonder if she will forgive him when the truth comes to light. Forgive his deception, his use, and forgive the things he might do in the future that are compelling to hurt her...
"Long together... long, remember one sentence. But the country has become a great cause, and the glass of wine reflects the candle red..." The thin lips moved lightly, as if murmured, and as if promised to remain unswerving in this life.
Ling Xueman's heart shook, and her eyes rounded, "Sister, but what does it mean to have a great cause? You, you want to rebel and seek to usurp the throne?"
"...No." Mo Qihan hesitated again, shook his head slightly, "It's just a metaphor."
Ling Xueman opened her lips without making a sound, and then nodded, paused, and said softly: "Sister, let's talk about the future. Now it's a day by day. I can't think about the long term, I just know that I like you now. , If you really let the emperor let me go and marry me justifiably, and I still like you and love you then, I will marry you, stay with you forever, and live forever."
"Yeah." Mo Qihan nodded, and then hugged the person in his arms tighter, as if to crush it into his body. With a movement in his throat, the corners of his eyes were slightly hot, and he closed his eyes lightly, muttering. Repeated: "Love me...you say you love me..."
Ling Xueman had difficulty breathing, and whispered: "I, you relax me a bit, I can't breathe smoothly if it is too tight."
"I'm sorry." Mo Qihan loosened his arm slightly.
However, Ling Xueman's eyes were hot, and tears were instantly filled with tears, "姘头, you have really changed a lot, you have never said sorry to me before."
"I used to be bad to you because I was too proud. The inherent superiority in my bones made me hard to be honored. It was always women who served me flattering me, let alone coaxing a woman in a low voice. It’s impossible. Normally, I have a cold face, no matter which woman will kneel down in fear, I really, I have never met someone like you. Long, forget my bad, just remember my good, Is it okay?" Mo Qihan said lightly. In the last sentence, Junyi's face was a little nervous.
Ling Xueman was stunned. She was a little uncomfortable with such a gentle request. Her heart throbbed, and she asked in disbelief: "Sir, you, are you telling the truth? You love it now. Is it on me?"
"It's true. I'm very, very...very..." Mo Qihan held back the sentence "I love you very much" for a long time, and his handsome face went red. To him, he said that It is often much harder to do. His love can be reflected in every move, but it is difficult to say from the mouth.
Ling Xueman's eyes were about to fall out, but Mo Qihan took a heavy breath and said, "Manman, it's late, let's go back."
"Ah? What?" Ling Xueman raised his tone disappointedly, and shook Mo Qihan's arm unacceptably, "No, you say it! I want to listen!"
"Manman, can you stop making trouble?" Mo Qihan frowned, got up, and looked at Ling Xueman.
Stomping his feet heavily, Ling Xueman's face paled with anger, "I didn't make trouble! It's also a guilty conscience if you avoid answering!"
"Long, I..." Mo Qihan closed his eyes slightly, his handsome face flashed unnaturally, and he hesitated for a moment before he said: "In my heart... there used to be a woman, but since I have you, I have forgotten her. . Those love words, I haven’t told anyone, you believe me."
"You, do you really like other girls?" Ling Xueman fluttered her eyelashes in surprise, she asked casually, he actually had a lover!
"It was in the past, it has nothing to do with the present, and it has nothing to do with the future."
Under the night, Mo Qihan's long body was standing in jade, and his brocade robe was flying in the night. The long hair brought by the night wind fluttered in the wind. With a determined face and determined eyes, he made up his mind to look at this one before him. A woman who wants to stay together for a lifetime.
"But...but...she, who is she? You, did you really forget her completely? Will you suddenly remember her again and can't forget her?" Ling Xueman said with difficulty. , I feel that my breathing is so unsatisfactory, my heart is blocked in panic.
"It doesn't matter who she is, the important thing is that I no longer have her in my heart, only you." Mo Qihan said softly, with a sure tone.
Ling Xueman's lips squirmed, she didn't know what to say, she suddenly knew this, and it plunged into her heart like a thorn, making her extremely uncomfortable.
Finally, unable to help, she said: "If one day you meet another woman who can attract you, will you stop liking me and like others?"
"No." Mo Qihan replied very simply, took a step closer, and continued: "That night, I took you and took your body, but you took my heart, long, in the end. , You won!"
This sentence is not a love story, but it is better than a love story. It is better than the sentence "I love you".
Ling Xueman was deeply shocked. The next moment, he almost galloped into the cold and warm embrace.
With his arms tightened again, Mo Qihan's chin rested on Ling Xueman's shoulders, and the throbbing in his heart could not express with words that Wutong mostly loved his noble status, while Ling Xueman only loved him, regardless of his She doesn't know anything about identity, status, name, appearance, money, power, but puts love to him, how can he take her again
Holding the fragrant soft body in his arms, he leaped gently and sat on the horseback. They were sitting face to face again as always, she leaned in his arms, he wrapped her body in a cloak, and smiled at each other. "Let's go back!"