"Can't write?" Meng Zihan slapped his forehead and suddenly realized. How could he forget this? So she didn't write the letter? Then...couldn't someone help her get out of the palace?! Damn it, who did this?
Be brave!
"I request your Majesty to let me trace the whereabouts of Yan'er." Fu Ruoli asked anxiously. It seems that Yan'er may be in danger!
"Well, I'll give you three days." Mencius issued the order coldly, but he was still suspicious in his heart: he must be a martial arts master who can easily enter and leave the palace. However, the crux is how could Yan'er know such a person? Moreover,
, one could tell that the content of the letter was dictated by Yan'er. But with these words, Meng Zihan picked up the letter again and looked at it carefully. It was strong and powerful, and every stroke was neat and clean. He must be a man of iron and steel. When he thought of Yan'er
Maybe he was with another man, which made him feel unhappy for no reason...
"Leng Mo, why have you been flying for so long?" I was carried by Leng Mo and circled in the air for several times, and I felt a little tired.
Leng Mo's eyes were still looking forward intently, ignoring me.
"Hey, why did you bring me to your place again?" I couldn't help but ask after taking a look at the familiar furnishings and layout in the room.
"Then where do you want to go? Go back to Qian's Mansion? And then be taken back obediently?" Leng Mo's tepid voice analyzed calmly.
"Okay, then where do I live?" Could it be that I'm sleeping on the floor again? I glanced at the ground in fear. Isn't it like indirect murder in this cold winter?!
"Old rules." The cold voice immediately sent my heart back to hell.
"What are the old rules?" I asked unwillingly. This guy doesn't know how to show mercy to her, but he can't do this to her!
"No, we can't just follow the old rules in everything. They say on TV that we need to emancipate our minds, pioneer and innovate..." I pouted my mouth dissatisfied, eagerly fighting for my rights.
"TV? What are you talking about?" Leng Mo sat down and looked at me seriously, confused.
Uh...I almost forgot that this is an ancient person! "Lie, don't forget that I'm still injured." I smiled playfully and walked to Leng Mo, pointing to my right shoulder.
Unfortunately, this person didn't express what he meant. As soon as he heard what I said, he stood up suddenly, carried me to the bed, and put me down gently.
"What are you going to do?" I stared at him warily and shrank back.
"Why not, look at your wound." Leng Mo sighed and looked at me with concern.
"What? You want me to do it myself?" Leng Mo saw that I had no intention of taking off my clothes, glanced at me, and said with a half-smile.
"I, I'd better do it myself." They say ancient people were conservative, so why didn't I notice it? The man in front of me had eyes as wide as a bell, and he didn't even know how to avoid it.
I reluctantly took off my coat, then my middle coat, and finally the wound was exposed, leaving me with only a small bellyband.
Leng Mo quietly sat on the edge of the bed, moved closer, examined my wound carefully, and pressed it with his hand.
"Oh, my mother! Are you going to commit murder?!" I twisted my face, caressed the wound, and shouted.
"Does it hurt?" Through the silver mask, his two eyes showed a trace of unbearability.
"Why don't you give it a try, ugh... I have never suffered such an injury in my life." I looked at the ugly scars and couldn't help sobbing. My sleeveless little cute vest and my suspender skirt, it seems, are worth it.
Say goodbye to you.
"Does it hurt?" Leng Mo panicked when he saw that I shed a few tears, and even blew gently on my wound.
"You!" I was startled, and my cheeks suddenly turned red with embarrassment. Except for Meng Zihan, no one had ever been so ambiguous to me.
Leng Mo looked up at me, and wanted to turn away unnaturally. But he turned around, and his butt happened to sit on the hem of my skirt. With a pull, I couldn't help but fall forward, and hit his solid body.
on the back.
"Oops, my nose!" I was really embarrassed recently. I touched my nose painfully and raised my head.
"What's wrong?" Leng Mo turned around intuitively, turned his back, rubbed against my chest, and faced me blankly.
Oh my god, I lowered my head in shame. Unexpectedly, blood fell drop by drop and was printed on the white tunic, like a dazzling rose.
"Yan'er, hold your head up quickly." Leng Mo was so anxious that he put his big hands around my waist and forced my chin up.
"Cold." I grinned and uttered the word softly. This posture must have made my neck crooked!
"What?" Leng Mo was about to go out to fetch water for me, but when he heard my cry, he came back.
"I'm not calling you, it's just that I'm cold." Damn, this guy is slow to react! It's November, and my old man's bare arms are still exposed in the air. It would be strange if he didn't freeze to death!
"Oh," Leng Mo was stunned for a moment, understood what I meant, quickly covered me with the quilt, glanced at me, and said gently: "Wait for me a moment." Then he disappeared out the door.
"Yes." I nodded blankly. Now besides Leng Mo, I'm afraid I don't have anyone I can rely on.
"Yan'er, hold your head up." Leng Mo awkwardly brought a basin of warm water in with both hands. He put his hands into the basin, slowly wetted the handkerchief, and gently wiped the blood under my nose. His movements were so careful that he couldn't help but let go.
My heart trembled involuntarily.
What kind of man is he? One side is as cold as water, and the other side is as warm as water. The silver mask does not seem to be so annoying under my eyes. The focused and deep eyes look more valuable and charming under the cold mask.
"Leng Mo, how are you going to arrange for me?" I raised my head, generously enjoying the tenderness of the men in front of me, and thinking about my future plans in my heart.
"Place it?" Leng Mo stopped what he was doing, looked away from my nose, and looked at me in confusion.
"Yeah, you have to think about this carefully." I stuck out my tongue at him playfully, looking into his eyes that were deep in the pool full of teasing.
"Don't go anywhere these days, just stay here and recover." Finally making a decision, Leng Mo returned to his usual cold tone.
"My injury has healed and I don't need to take care of it anymore." Is there any mistake? It's so dark here and I don't know anyone. Wouldn't it be suffocating for me to stay here?!
"No," the firm voice said, unable to refute, Leng Mo turned around and stopped looking at me.
"But, I want to buy clothes." After spinning my head for a long time, I finally came up with such a stupid reason.
"No, I'll send someone over." Leng Mo seemed to understand my trick and rejected me without hesitation, with a serious face.
"Leng Mo, you want to suffocate me to death, don't you?" My mother didn't listen to any good or bad words, and deliberately wanted to kill me.
Leng Mo was noncommittal, turned around, walked to the desk, picked up the folded book, and started reading by himself, as if he was the only one in the room.
An inexplicable fire burned in my chest, and I suddenly stood up, pulled on some clothes and put them on, and stood in front of him with my hands on my hips.
"Let me tell you, what I hate most in my life is that people don't take me seriously. You ignore me, right? I have my own way." This guy was as cold as ice, and there were really obstacles in communicating with him. I was angry.
He said, moving his feet towards the door.
Wow...even the weather in ancient times was colder than in modern times. I shivered, wrapped myself in my clothes tightly, and just walked forward towards the corridor, intending to take a good look around this place so that it would be convenient for my future travels.
"Miss, why are you here?" A little girl walked past me with her head lowered, then suddenly turned back and asked in surprise.
"Where is this?" I recognized this girl at a glance, it was the little girl who served me last time.
"This is the dining room." The little girl answered honestly, with innocent eyes without any impurities.
Ah? Kitchen? Why do I always come to a place like this? However, after thinking about it, I walked in and took a quick glance. The kitchen was not much smaller than the imperial dining room. There were two long sticky boards.
It is filled with all kinds of dishes, and it looks like an assembly line in a factory. It seems that the population is definitely not a small number.
"Well, little girl, why are there so many dishes?" I asked gently with a nice smile.
"Haha, Miss, I don't know something. In a few days, there will be a triennial treasure hunting competition. At that time, many people from all walks of life will go to grab the treasure." The girl explained with a smile without any scheming.