At night, Zhuge Mingkong slept in the room next to Rong Yu. It was the room she had always lived in in Prince Anling's Mansion, and the furnishings in it were all arranged according to her wishes.
At this time, the clock watch sounded outside. But Zhuge Mingkong kept looking at the dark roof with her eyes open. She couldn't sleep.
Today, there was only one sentence in her mind - it doesn't matter, I will wait for her forever.
Such a firm tone, such a gentle expression, such a reluctant Rong Yu. She really didn't know if this man was born to defeat her. Most of her previous anger towards him had disappeared by now. However, he stopped her from taking revenge.
She will never forget this.
Turning over, Zhuge Mingkong hugged the pillow, trying to force himself to sleep.
"Dong dong dong..." There was a knock on the door, and then Rong Zhen's voice came over.
"Miss Mingkong, please go and see the prince. His wound is open, but we are not allowed to help him."
"Hey..." Zhuge Mingkong sighed softly after hearing this, and then quickly stood up and dressed.
Opening the door, Rong Zheng stood outside with an anxious look. When he saw her, he immediately grabbed her hand and said anxiously: "Miss Mingkong, Rong Zheng doesn't know what happened between you and the prince? But please see
For the sake of you who even risked his life, Your Majesty, please take good care of him in the following days, Your Majesty is a good man."
Rong Zheng's anxious voice wiped out his original composure that was not for his age, and that beautiful little face was like an epiphyllum blooming in the night, blooming into a beautiful scene in an instant.
Zhuge Mingkong looked at him, then nodded: "Okay, I will take good care of him." He looked sideways at Rong Yu's room and walked over quickly.
After entering, she found that there were many people in the room, including four stars and five men and women. If she remembered correctly, these five people were from Feng Feitian.
Seeing her arrival, Xingchen and the other two quickly knelt down on one knee: "Miss Mingkong, I beg you to take good care of the prince."
"I understand, you all go down!" Zhuge Mingkong nodded helplessly. She walked to the back of the room and saw the young man in white lying on the bed. His thin and white wrists were soaked with blood.
The original bandaging cloth was removed. His eyes looked at her, with deep tenderness in them.
I don't think so, Zhuge Mingkong frowned slightly, and then said to Rong Zhen behind him: "Bring some clean water here."
"yes!"
Walking to the bed and sitting down, Zhuge Mingkong looked at Rong Yu and asked in a cold voice: "Your body is damaged by your parents, so can't you stop being so awkward?"
"Are you qualified to criticize me? You didn't hesitate to let me cut my hair a long time." Rong Yu replied warmly.
"It won't bleed when your hair is cut."
"I only bled for you, why don't you treat me better?"
"No, unless you hand over the man in black to me. As long as you hand it over to me, we can be like before."
"No." Rong Yu responded to her gently. At this time, Rong Zheng brought the basin over and placed the basin on the stool beside the bed.
Seeing this, Zhuge Mingkong gently took off the bandage on Rong Yu's wrist. The wound was more than an inch long and looked a bit scary.
Rong Zheng, who was standing aside, twisted the cloth and handed it to Zhuge Mingkong. She took it and carefully wiped the blood around the wound. After wiping a little blood, she blew gently for a few times, and then continued wiping.
Quickly, she wiped away the blood from Rong Yu's wound. Looking at the deep wound, her elegant eyes were so frowning that they seemed to be tied into a bow.
"What's the medicine that breaks the metal? Why is it inflamed?" Zhuge Mingkong said angrily, then she looked at Rong Yu and said, "Why didn't your medicine that broke the metal work?"
"My body is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and the effect of Jinchuang Medicine on me is not good."
Hearing what Rong Yu said, Zhuge Mingkong's eyebrows furrowed even deeper. He turned to look at Rong Zhen and said, "Rong Zheng, go get some wine."
"yes!"
After Rong Zhen went out, Zhuge Mingkong put the cloth in the water, washed it and unscrewed it. Then she carefully wiped Rong Yu's wound with a very unhappy voice: "You didn't tell me earlier that Jinchuang Medicine is useless for you.
, do you just want me to serve you?"
"You really understand me." Rong Yu's low laughter came over. Zhuge Mingkong raised her eyes and looked into his eyes. For a moment, she felt as if she was drowning in the quiet Bitan. She was so out of control that she couldn't even breathe.
It seemed like everything was stuck.
"Miss Mingkong, the wine is here." Rong Zhen's voice pulled Zhuge Mingkong out of his daze, took the wine bottle from Rong Zhen's hand, and then opened the lid.
Suddenly, a scent of wine with a hint of peach blossom came over. Zhuge Mingkong brought the wine bottle close to him and smelled it, and said: "Peach Blossom Drunk, this wine is very difficult to brew, who brewed it?"
"Miss Mingkong, this is the prince."
Zhuge Mingkong immediately turned to Rong Yu and asked in confusion: "You can't drink, what are you doing making this wine?"
"Don't you like to drink it? In addition to brewing five jars of peach blossom wine and twenty jars of pear blossom wine, I also brewed three jars of seven-step wine using Tianshan snow lotus, and brewed a jar of wine called Jinghua Shuiyue using snowy holy lotus."
Listening to Rong Yu's words, Zhuge Minggong's eyes were a little straightened. These wines were not simple to brew, and she really wanted to drink the last wine brewed from the Snowy Holy Lotus.
"Jing Hua Shui Yue is the Henu wine I prepared. Do you want to drink it?" Rong Yu looked at her with a smile, his dark jade-like eyes shining with a flawless and beautiful light.
As soon as these words came out, Zhuge Mingkong's face immediately darkened. She soaked the cloth with peach blossom wine, and then carefully wiped Rong Yu's wound. After she wiped it clean, she picked up the peach blossom wine and took a few sips.
A rich aroma spread between her lips and teeth. The peach blossom brewing time was too short. If it had been brewed for a longer time, it would have become more mellow.
"Tonight, I can't sleep, so don't sleep either. Come sing to me!" Zhuge Mingkong put the peach blossom wine on the stool and turned to look at Rong Yu.
"I have never learned to sing. How about you sing it first and then I will sing it again." Rong Yu gently held her hand and smiled warmly: "You can sing a love song to me."
"What you think is beautiful." Zhuge Ming gave him a blank look, then thought about it and said, "Where is the Yuxi Xiao that Feng Feitian gave you?"
"Do you want to use it?" Rong Yu glanced at Zhuge Mingkong, and then told Rong Zhen who was standing on the side: "Go and get Yuxi Xiao."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Rong Zhen quickly took Yuxi Xiao over. Zhuge Mingkong took Yuxi Xiao, looked at Rong Yu and said: "I like the beginning of that song very much. I will play it first, and then you will play it and I will sing it, and then I will sing it."
Sing this beginning to me all night long."
"So domineering!" Rong Yu smiled warmly, and his beautiful face looked like cherry blossoms in full bloom under the candlelight, with the sound of flying snow.
"You don't have to sing, but I'm leaving now. Anyway, the blood has been drained, so I don't have to keep the promise of being with you for one month."
"Okay, if you want to hear it, I'll sing it."
Seeing Rong Yu being so obedient, Zhuge Mingkong was very happy. Thinking of how she was tricked by him when they first met, she suddenly felt proud.
Withdrawing her hand from Rong Yu, Zhuge Mingkong put Xiao under his lips and began to play softly. It was an ancient song called "Mountain Rain", and she liked the beginning part very much.
After finishing blowing, Zhuge Mingkong handed Yuxi Xiao to Rong Yu and said, "Blow it."
"Okay!" Rong Yu took the Yuxi Xiao and began to play the first part of Shan Yu. Zhuge Mingkong sang along with the sound of the flute.
"The clouds are falling and the sky is low, the river wind is blowing and the water is rising
There are idle people coming and going, why bother making random gestures?
The sandalwood board strikes the autumn mood and accompanies me to compose the fan title
I painted a few pictures yesterday and exchanged them for a pot of Qingyi
Don't stop putting down your wine glass, and wait for the mountain rain while you're drunk
In the passing of the past, we will forget each other but never remember each other."
"Sing it, make it nicer!" Zhuge Mingkong took the Yuxi Xiao from Rong Yu's hand and started blowing, and then Rong Yu's voice sounded along with the sound of the flute.
His voice was extremely clear, like running water flowing across rocks, without a trace of impurities. Together with the sound of the flute, it was so beautiful that Zhuge Mingkong was surprised. While she was playing the flute, she looked at Rong Yu, and suddenly felt that she had discovered something again.
This is an advantage of Rong Yu.
Singing is nice.
The two of them sang these lines for more than an hour, until Zhuge Mingkong stopped, and Rong Yu also stopped.
"My mouth hurts and my throat is so dry." Zhuge Mingkong said a little feebly. She had never played such a small piece of music for such a long time. Not only did her throat become dry, but her ears were also tired of listening.
"Drink some peach blossom wine to soothe your throat." Rong Yu's voice was a little hoarse, after all, he had been singing for more than an hour!
"Okay." Zhuge Mingkong picked up the peach blossom wine and drank it. The aroma of the wine spread in her mouth, and it was extremely mellow. Then she stopped, picked up a cloth on one side and soaked it with the remaining peach blossom wine, and then poured it into her mouth.
Yu's wound was wiped once. After wiping it, Zhuge Mingkong lay down beside the bed and began to sleep.
Soon, the sound of her even breathing came over. Rong Yu looked at her tenderly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked her silk-like silk hair. After a long time, he held Zhuge Mingkong's hand and fell asleep.
The night gradually fades away at this time.
I don't know how long it took before Zhuge Mingkong opened his sleepy eyes, raised his head slightly and looked at the empty bed, then lazily stood up and walked out of the inner pavilion.
When they arrived at the outer pavilion, they saw Rong Yu bleeding. At this time, there was a wound more than an inch long on his right wrist, and bright red blood kept flowing out from it.
The red pierced Zhuge Mingkong's eyes, causing slight pain. For some reason, she felt as if a layer of mist was rising slightly under her eyes.
After Rong Yu put out another large bowl of blood, Zhuge Mingkong walked over and immediately told Rong Zhen: "Bring the wine."
After Rong Zhen left, Zhuge Mingkong looked at the man who sent blood to Shusi and said: "Tell them, if the blood is not enough, they will hang themselves directly."
"Yes!" The man walked out holding the blood.
Zhuge Mingkong looked at the wound and said slightly angrily: "Are they using other people's blood so they can waste it?"