That man Feng Ruohen, even though he was only dressed in black, looked as heroic as ever.
But there was a hint of eagerness hidden in those dark, deep eyes.
Seeing the clues, Mo Qingran smiled slightly, maybe he had been impatient for a long time.
"Your Majesty, I've been waiting for a long time." He leaned the bamboo raft against the shore and said politely.
Feng Ruohen just nodded slightly without saying a word, and the scene felt a little cold for a while.
The visitor's face was as dark as water, and the lack of expression had long been accustomed to the people around him.
But Mo Qingran was used to joking, and bumping into such an ice cube really felt like a relief in the hot summer.
He smiled awkwardly and said, "Follow me back to the valley first, Qin... Miss Helan is recovering well."
I wanted to call He Lanqin'er by her nickname, but when faced with such a cold expression, I thought that he was here just for his woman.
Therefore, Mo Qingran unconsciously restrained himself and changed his title.
A man who knows the current affairs is a good man, and he cannot defeat the regent.
As if seeing his worry, the man smiled with a faint smile in his deep eyes, "I am no longer a regent, so I don't need to be so restrained. Qin'er has troubled you to take care of me these days."
"Why did the prince say this? The blood curse is a rare and strange poison. I am lucky enough to be able to detoxify this poison. I am really..."
Mo Qingran really...can't learn how to be polite to others.
When it comes to pharmacological matters, he naturally relaxes and expresses his feelings.
Fortunately, Feng Ruohen didn't think too much about it. The woman had been poisoned for a long time. If he didn't treat her, he would probably...
So that’s what I’ve said, as long as people are fine, that’s fine.
"Let's go in." Feng Ruohen whispered to the stiff man and got on the bamboo raft first.
Mo Qingran laughed dryly, sighing in her heart that she was really not suitable for officialdom, so Shura Valley would be better!
With a long pole, he pushed the bamboo raft away from the shore when he heard a cry from a distance——
"Qingran!!!!!!Qingran - no good! I lost...!!!!!!"
The woman's voice was loud, floating in the mountains, and the echoes overlapped, making it difficult to hear exactly what she was talking about.
The person who had made a fool of himself just now started chatting, and then introduced the calm man, "This is my junior sister, Bai Mulin."