At that time, Murong Yu's eyes were filled with surprise at first, and then turned into surprise when he understood the meaning of her words: "Are you going to buy medicine?"
"Um."
Ming Wuyou nodded slowly: "There are some medicinal materials that are not available in the house."
At that time, Murong Yu strode forward excitedly, wanting to hug her, but he didn't dare to hug her, for fear that she would hate him again.
At the end of the dream, it was fixed on Murong Yu's excited but cautious eyes.
Ming Wuyou opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent.
Everything she had just experienced was a personal experience in her previous life. She was in a daze, unable to distinguish reality from fantasy.
In her previous life, since that day, she had changed towards him. She was no longer indifferent to him and no longer spoke harshly to him.
She helped him look at his injuries, bandaged them, and made soothing ointments. Occasionally, she would send him fragrant tea and cakes when he was busy. She would always think of him when she was free.
She thought that things would gradually get better between them, and then they would have a normal relationship, one and the other, sweet and sweet.
However, the traitors in the court plotted rebellion.
The strange poison in her body was designed by those people. He was distracted trying to save her and even injured himself.
The rebels rebelled and the capital fell.
The two of them also became prisoners. They were imprisoned for several years and were never seen again. In the end, they both died in the Daming Palace...
After lying on the bed for a long time, Ming Wuyou slowly sat up. His right shoulder felt a little painful and itchy.
She put her fingers on her wrist and checked her pulse.
I was poisoned, but I've taken the antidote and it's no big deal.
She looked around.
The Kowloon bed, the jade screen, the Anluo carpet, these same objects are all very familiar - this is Jiangzhou Hotel?!
She glanced out the window.
It was pitch dark outside, and I didn't know what time it was.
Ming Wuyou just sat silently on the bed for a while.
She saw a soft warm light and some slight noises outside the wooden moon door.
Ming Wuyou lifted the quilt and got out of bed and stepped outside.
The place where the soft light was was a bookcase. Behind the bookcase, a man in black clothes and a high crown was sitting, holding a pen and sketching something like this.
The man's figure was majestic and upright, and he carried a strong aura of being in a superior position. The huge room actually became less empty because of his presence, and it became his background.
Looking from Ming Wuyou's angle, the man's appearance was cold and handsome, with a very strong jaw line. His eyes were slightly lowered, and there was no light in his eyes.
At this moment, the man suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze was cold and indifferent, without any likes or dislikes, as if the ice had been hidden for thousands of years, and nothing in the world could enter his eyes.
Ming Wuyou's heart tightened inexplicably, and he opened his mouth: "Your Highness."
Murong Yu didn't expect that she would wake up so quickly.
Seeing her bare feet and half-bent due to the injury to her shoulder, he frowned and wanted to hug her.
But before he dropped the pen, the other person suddenly reacted, stopped his impulse abruptly, and called out: "Come on -" people!
But before the second word was uttered, Ming Wuyou actually took two steps forward and came to his table: "My shoulder hurts, Your Highness, can you give me a hand?"
Ming Wuyou said: "I don't want to be a servant, I want His Highness to help me! I am His Highness's savior, right? It's not too much to ask Your Highness to help me, right?"
Murong Yu originally had weak resistance to Ming Wuyou, but at this moment, although Ming Wuyou's tone was weak, it carried a strong tone that Murong Yu could not refuse.
He hesitated for a moment, dropped the pen, stood up and held Ming Wuyou's arm, wanting to take her back to the bed.
Ming Wuyou didn't move, and held his big hand with her backhand, her eyes burning like a bright galaxy, "Your Highness, do you like me?"
Murong Yu froze.
He was not in a good mood originally, but when Ming Wuyou was so straightforward, he looked at Ming Wuyou as if he was stupid, and the nerves in his head were pounding, and he was completely confused.
"You didn't say anything because you liked me, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have saved me. You even helped me take drugs and fed me the medicine yourself. I remember it all."
Ming Wuyou held Murong Yu's arm and smiled, "Your Highness, your lips are so beautiful, I want to kiss you."
She asked very politely, but she had already used the strength of his arms to stand on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against him.
Ming Wuyou seemed to speak a few words slowly, but in fact there was almost no pause in between.
She is a straightforward person, and once she determines what she wants, she will move forward courageously.
She was fed up with guessing Murong Yu's thoughts at home and then having random thoughts in her mind. She wanted to ask directly!
If Murong Yu no longer likes her in this life and no longer needs her by his side, then she will hide far away and live their own lives without interfering with each other from now on.
But Murong Yu's reaction in front of her clearly told her that he was not heartless towards her.
But for some reason, he was restraining his feelings.
Ming Wuyou had no time to think and didn't want to give him time to think.
But he is too tall.
Even if Ming Wuyou stood on tiptoes, her lips could only reach his chin. She couldn't help but sigh: "You are so tall. It's very tiring to stand on tiptoes. Can you lower your head?"
Ming Wuyou said softly but seriously: "Your Highness, I like you."
With a loud bang, a certain part of Murong Yu's heart that was already on the verge of collapse completely collapsed, and everything collapsed.
Her actions, her words, and the orchid-like breath caressing his chin made him forget to restrain himself and forget the many concerns that had previously been in his mind.
He couldn't help but pinch Ming Wuyou's soft and slender waist with his hands, and suddenly pulled her close to him. His deep pool-like eyes fell on Ming Wuyou's fair face, like a magnetic force.
The black hole seemed to suck her in.
He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out, and he was so excited that he couldn't control it.
The other arm also wrapped around her shoulders, completely trapping her in his arms.
The kiss was deep, heavy, and very hot.
Ming Wuyou let him do what he wanted for a long time. When his lips were numb and the back of his shoulders hurt from his strong stranglehold, he let out a weak "Oh" and pushed him gently.
Murong Yu let go of her lips, caressed the back of her head and pressed her into his arms.
Ming Wuyou clung to his shoulders and pressed his face against the front of Murong Yu's clothes, showing a proud smile.
Got it.
Murong Yu didn't say anything, he just held her tightly.
After a long time, Ming Wuyou tugged on his clothes and said, "Your Highness, my wound hurts a little."
Murong Yu realized that he might have strangled the wound with great force. His hand froze, and he quickly relaxed a little, lowering his head to check.
When he saw the bright red blood stains oozing out from her midriff on her back, he frowned and felt a little guilty.
How could he be so out of control and forget his strength...
He held her shoulders and looked outside.
"Your Highness." Ming Wuyou knew that he wanted to find someone to come in, so he spoke first and looked up at him softly: "I don't want a doctor."
Then he said very slowly: "Your Highness, help me."
"..." Murong Yu couldn't resist her eyes that were as soft as water. He gently picked her up and carried her to the bed, "Okay, I'll help you." This chapter has been completed!