"Aren't you in retreat? Is this... over
Chu Liuyue asked in surprise.
She always thought he would need some time.
Rong Xiu nodded slightly, and then his eyes fell on her shoulders, his expression slightly cold.
Chu Liuyue shrank her neck subconsciously and confessed honestly:
"The injury is not serious, he is already healed!"
The wound was relatively shallow, and she had used medicine since she came back. In addition, she was now a god and had amazing recovery power, so she was almost healed by now.
She didn't take the injury too seriously at first, but unexpectedly Rong Xiu was released from seclusion.
With his acumen, it was basically impossible to hide it from him.
So Chu Liuyue immediately chose to confess.
Rong Xiu stretched out his hand and pulled her back to the back room.
Sensing the low pressure on his body, Chu Liuyue calmed down obediently.
Past experience told her that at times like this, it was better to stay well.
After taking her back to the house, Rong Xiu turned around and closed the door.
Chu Liuyue whispered:
“It’s really okay”
"I can see it myself."
Rong Xiu said, turning around and walking towards her.
Chu Liuyue was stunned.
Can you read it yourself? !
"What do you mean?"
Rong Xiu came to her and looked at her condescendingly.
The gentle and elegant face seemed to be enveloped by the breeze and snow, giving it a bit of a bit of chill.
"It means, I want to see it."
His voice seemed to be deeper than before, every word sounded like the wind plucking the strings of a piano, enchanting people's hearts.
"Are you going to do it yourself, or should I help you?"
The tone has not changed, but it has gained a bit of irresistible strength.
Chu Liuyue immediately said:
"I will do it myself!"
Rong Xiu looked at her like this, the frost and snow between his brows and eyes finally gradually melted away, and a faint smile quickly flashed across the corners of his crimson lips.
"You can do it yourself, maybe you won't be as quick as me."
Chu Liuyue's face heated up slightly and she glared at him angrily. Then she untied her coat and exposed her injured shoulder.
On the snow-white rounded shoulder, a half-inch long sword wound has healed and scabbed, with a light layer of pink.
Rong Xiu's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand, and his warm fingertips gently landed on it.
"Does it hurt?"
Chu Liuyue shook her head:
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
This small injury was nothing compared to the injuries she had suffered before.
Rong Xiu pursed his thin lips slightly.
"Who did it?"
Chu Liuyue paused and raised a faint smile on her lips.
"Mu Qinghe."
Rong Xiu looked at her, stretched out his long arms, and hugged her into his arms.
He bowed his head slightly and kissed the corner of her lips.
"Yue'er, you don't have to laugh if you don't want to."
Chu Liuyue's slender white hands gently grasped the clothes on his chest, and the corners of her lips rose for a few moments before finally falling down.
She stepped back slightly and gently rested her head on his chest.
The familiar cold fragrance instantly enveloped her, making her feel at ease.
She closed her eyes for a long time and sighed softly.
She told Mu Hongyu that she wasn't angry, but how could she say she didn't mind at all.
It's just that time has passed and things have changed. It seems that it will be particularly embarrassing to hold on to those things.
But Rong Xiu had seen her in the most embarrassing state.
Therefore, only with him could she truly let go of everything in her heart and face everything truly.
She shook her head.
Originally, she had a lot to say, but after listening to Rong Xiu's words and being held in his arms like this, she felt as if all this was nothing to care about.
He knew what she was thinking, understood all her unspoken emotions.
He knew the pain in her heart and took over the task of comforting all her wounds.
She hugged his lean waist and whispered.
"Rong Xiu."
"Fortunately I have you."
He won't lie to her, hide anything from her, and will always be by her side.
At this time, she was resting her head in his arms, so she didn't see the golden and dark flames rising instantly from his eyes!
However, it only took a moment, and the flame dissipated instantly.
Rong Xiu held her chin and kissed her.
Yan Qing walked out of the house and headed in a certain direction.
As soon as I walked a short distance, I was stopped by someone.
"Where are you going, Master Yan Qing?"
He paused in his steps and turned to look over.
Xiaoba was lazily leaning against the door, looking like he had just woken up.
There was still a bit of tiredness in her brows, and she squinted her eyes slightly, looking towards this side with a half-smile, which made her even more charming.
Her voice, which had always been soft and soft, was now a little hoarse.
Maybe even she herself doesn't know how attractive she is at this time.
Yan Qing's eyes stayed on her face for a moment.
"A little personal matter."
"Where is this private matter? I see that you are clearly going to see His Highness the Holy Son, right?"
Xiaoba chuckled and raised his chin.
"I advise you not to go now."
Yan Qing's eyebrows narrowed slightly.
"Why?"
Xiaoba's lips smiled deeply: "Because... the master is here too!"
Yan Qing was stunned and realized immediately.
He really didn't know this.
"Thank you, Miss Xiaoba, for reminding me. I'll wait."
Xiaoba waved his hand lazily.
"Don't wait! I've already woken up from my nap, and I haven't seen anyone yet!"
Yan Qing: "."
Xiaoba's words were so straightforward and ambiguous that he didn't know how to answer them for a moment.
Fortunately, he didn't talk much on weekdays, so Xiaoba didn't pay attention.
She suddenly thought of something and curled her lips into a smile.
"I happen to be going to the Medicine Mountain. Would you like to go with me, Master Yanqing?"
Yan Qing chose to refuse almost immediately.
"I'm afraid it's not very convenient."
Xiaoba blinked.
"Why is it inconvenient? When we come back, you will probably be able to see the Holy Son, and I can also see my master! How great is this? Besides-"
Her eyes were wandering and she spread her hands helplessly.
"Besides, many people have never met you, and they all think I'm lying to them. Recently, some people have come looking for me, which is really annoying."
Yan Qing's hand holding the sword slowly tightened.
"who?"
In fact, about Mu Qinghe, I can explain it clearly in one sentence, but I can't say it, because if I say it, it will be a complete spoiler.
(End of chapter)