The Emperor Wants To Marry The Doctor

"Aren't you retreating? Is this... over?

Chu Liuyue asked in surprise.

She always thought he would take a while.

Rong Xiu nodded lightly, and then his eyes fell on her shoulders, his expression slightly cold.

Chu Liuyue shrank her neck subconsciously, and honestly explained:

"The injury is not serious, it's healed!"

The wound was relatively shallow, she took medicine after she came back, and now she is a **** with amazing resilience, and now she is almost healed.

Originally, she didn't pay much attention to this sadness, but she knew that Rong corrected it and got out.

With his acumen, trying to hide from him is basically impossible.

So Chu Liuyue immediately chose to confess.

Rong Xiu reached out and took her back to the back room.

Perceiving the low air pressure on his body, Chu Liuyue obediently calmed down.

Past experience told her that at this time, it is better to stay well.

Taking her back to the house, Rong Xiu turned and closed the door.

Chu Liuyue whispered:

"It's really okay..."

"I will watch it myself."

Rong Xiu said, turning around and walking towards her.

Chu Liuyue was stunned.

Will you watch it yourself? !

"What do you mean?"

Rong Xiu came to her and looked at her condescendingly.

The gentle and elegant face seemed to be surrounded by light breeze and snow, and it was a bit cold.

"It means, I want to watch."

His voice seems to be lower than in the past, every word, like the wind plucking the strings, to fascinate people's hearts.

"Do you come by yourself, or should I help you?"

The tone has not changed, but it has taken on a bit of strength that cannot be rejected.

Chu Liuyue immediately said:

"I will do it myself!"

Rong Xiu looked at her like this, the frosty and snowy chill between his eyebrows and eyes finally melted away, and a very faint smile flickered across the corners of his scarlet lips.

"You come by yourself, maybe not faster than me."

Chu Liuyue's face became slightly hot, and she glared at him angrily, then untied her coat and revealed her injured shoulder.

On the snow-white round shoulders, a half-inch-long sword wound had healed and scabs, and a faint powder was glowing.

Rong Xiu's eyebrows condensed slightly, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and his warm fingertips lightly fell on it.

"Does it hurt?"

Chu Liuyue shook his head:

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

This little injury is nothing compared to the injuries she suffered before.

Rong repair thin lips slightly.

"Who did it?"

Chu Liuyue paused, and the corners of her lips raised a faint smile.

"Mu Qinghe."

Rong Xiu looked at her with a long arm, and then he hugged the person into his arms.

He bowed his head slightly and kissed the corner of her lips.

"Yue'er, don't laugh if you don't want to laugh."

Chu Liuyue's slender and white hands gently grasped the shirt on his chest, the corners of her lips rose a little, and finally fell.

She stepped back a little, and put her head lightly on his chest.

The familiar Lengxiang immediately wrapped her up, feeling extremely relieved.

She closed her eyes and sighed softly for a long time.

She and Mu Hongyu said they weren't angry, but they didn't mind at all, how could it be possible.

It's just that the time has passed, things are different, and if you hold on to those things, it seems to be particularly embarrassing.

But Rong Xiu had seen her most embarrassed.

Therefore, only with him can she truly let go of everything in her heart and face everything truly.

She shook her head.

There were a lot of things to say, but after hearing what Rong Xiu said and being held in his arms like this, she felt as if there was nothing to care about.

He knew what she was thinking, and understood all her unspoken feelings.

He knew that she was suffering, and he also took to comfort all her wounds.

She hugged his lean waist and said softly.

"Rong Xiu."

"Fortunately I have you."

He will not lie to her, lie to her, always by her side.

At this time, she was putting her head in his arms, so she didn't see the golden and dark flames that rose in his eyes instantly!

But just for a moment, the flame dissipated instantly.

Rong Xiu pinched her chin and kissed it.

...

Yan Qing walked out of the house and headed in a certain direction.

As soon as he walked out a short distance, he was shouted.

"Master Yan Qing, where are you going?"

He paused and turned to look over.

Xiao Ba was lazily leaning against the door, looking as if he had just woke up.

There was still a bit of tiredness between her eyebrows, and she squinted her eyes slightly, looking towards this side with a smile, adding a little more charming.

The voice, which has always been soft and soft, is now a little hoarse.

Maybe she doesn't even know how sultry she is at this time.

Yan Qing's gaze stayed on her face for a moment.

"A little personal matter."

"Where is a private matter? I think you are clearly going to find His Royal Highness Saint Child, right?"

Xiao Ba gave a chuckle and raised his chin.

"I advise you not to go now."

Yan Qing's eyebrows condensed slightly.

"Why?"

The corners of Xiao Ba's lips smiled deeply: "Because... the master is also here!"

Yan Qing was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized.

He really didn't know this.

"Thank you Little Eighth for reminding me, then I will wait."

Xiao Ba waved lazily.

"Don't wait! I wake up after taking a nap, and I haven't seen anyone yet!"

Yan Qing: "..."

Xiao Ba's words were straightforward and ambiguous, and he didn't know how to pick them up for a while.

Fortunately, he didn't talk much from Japan, so Xiao Ba didn't care.

She suddenly thought of something and curled her lips into a smile.

"It just so happens that I'm going to Yaoshan, Master Yan Qing, do you want to go together?"

Yan Qing chose to refuse almost immediately.

"I'm afraid it is not convenient."

Xiao Ba blinked.

"Why is it inconvenient? When we come back, I guess you will be able to see Saint Son, and I will be able to see my master! How good is this? Let's say--"

Her eyes flowed, helplessly spread her hands.

"Besides, many people have never seen you, and they think I'm lying to them. Recently, some people came to look for it, which is really annoying..."

Yan Qing's hand holding the sword slowly tightened.

"Who?"

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In fact, about Mu Qinghe, I can say it clearly in one sentence, but I can’t say it, because once I say it, it’s completely spoiled.