The Prince Consort's Beloved

Xiaotian left, and Li Yuanrou was led to take a bath.

Li Yuanrou was soaking in the bathtub when the door was pushed open. She looked over in panic and saw Xiao Luobai coming in with a small bag in his hand.

He closed the door, walked over with a cane, with a smile on his face.

Li Yuanrou stared at Xiao Luobai's wound nervously and asked, "How did you get here? Is it okay for you to walk like this? What if the wound splits again?"

Xiao Luobai's voice was gentle and soft: "I know my limits. Besides, if I don't come, who will deliver the clothes to you? Do you think you can ask other men to deliver them to you?"

He raised the bundle in his hand and said, "There are no other women in this village, and Daya hasn't woken up yet. I looked around and found that this should be your clothes, so I brought it to you."

Li Yuanrou slapped her forehead and said that she seemed to have forgotten something. She forgot about Daya, and immediately asked: "Where is Daya? Are Daya and Qingfeng here? How are they?"

Xiao Luobai replied: "Both of them are still unconscious, nothing serious."

Li Yuanrou closed her eyes tiredly, murmuring, "That's good..."

Li Yuanrou suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes again and asked, "Who was it that assassinated us on the road?"

Xiao Luobai lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, then said after a moment's thought: "They are probably King Yun's men. King Yun must have woken up and discovered what happened at the hunting grounds, so he launched a counterattack."

He paused and said, "I didn't expect that Prince Yun would wake up so soon. I underestimated him. I'm afraid your eldest sister has also sent assassins."

Li Yuanrou was startled and asked hurriedly, "Is my elder sister okay?"

Xiao Luobai smiled and said, "No, she is much safer than us. Any one of your elder sister's dozen lovers can fight ten of them at once."

Li Yuanrou tilted her head, thought for a while, and closed her eyes again.

Xiao Luobai pulled a stool, sat behind her, and helped her wash her hair patiently.

Li Yuanrou sighed, lazily enjoying his careful care. She slightly opened her pearly lips and said softly, "I'm so tired. I really don't want to move at all."

Xiao Luobai curled up the corners of his lips, leaned forward slightly, and whispered in her ear: "Then I'll carry you back."

Li Yuanrou closed her eyes and lazily refused: "Forget it, I think you are the one who needs to be hugged."

Xiao Luobai's magnetic and distant laughter rang out, and he suddenly pulled Li Yuanrou out of the bucket. Li Yuanrou screamed, and her sleepiness disappeared instantly.

She said in panic: "What are you doing? Stop making trouble and take care of your wound."

Xiao Luobai looked at her with a smile, his voice low and soft: "It took too long to take a shower, let's go back to sleep."

After helping Li Yuanrou put on her clothes, Xiao Luobai patiently helped her wring her hair until it was half dry.

Li Yuanrou asked him: "This place is now called Guanyun Village, why didn't you tell me?"

Xiao Luobai was startled: "I forgot..."

The two of them sighed and laughed at the same time. There have been too many things going on recently...

The two walked back hand in hand. When they passed by the osmanthus tree, Li Yuanrou stared at the falling osmanthus flowers and asked suspiciously, "Doesn't osmanthus bloom in autumn? Why is the tree dropping its flowers now?"

Xiao Luobai held her hand and walked forward, smiling, and said gently: "This is Osmanthus fragrans, it can bloom many times a year."

Li Yuanrou turned to look at him, smiling brightly and deliberately making an exaggerated expression: "Wow, uncle is so amazing, he knows everything."

Xiao Luobai turned his head and glanced at her, narrowed his eyes slightly, cast a warning look, and said faintly: "Call me brother."

Li Yuanrou burst into laughter. She was in a playful mood and let go of his hand and ran forward, shouting happily, "Uncle, uncle..."

She shouted and looked back, her lavender silk skirt swaying with her steps, like a butterfly spreading its wings and dancing in the night.

The night wind is cool, osmanthus flowers are falling, and the fragrance is overwhelming...

The wind blows her skirt, light as a fairy, and every step she takes is like a lotus...

Like a dream, charming and eye-catching...

Xiao Luobai looked at her with a gentle smile.

Her long jet-black hair swayed gracefully in the spring night breeze, as soft and flowing as gorgeous silk. She danced lightly, reflecting the stars in the sky, and blooming with dazzling light like fine golden sand.

When she turned around and looked away, her reflection in Xiao Luobai's dark eyes seemed to be shining with brilliance, captivating everyone's heart.

Her bright eyes curved into crescents, and her hearty, melodious laughter was crisp and pleasant, as if it revealed endless vitality and vigor, like a blooming flower, like the first ray of warm sunshine at dawn.

Xiao Luobai listened carefully, his lips curled up, and he stared at her with a soft light in his eyes. Infinite tenderness and hope arose in his heart, and he instantly forgot all his worries and sorrows.

She continued to run forward, leaving behind her laughter as sweet as silver bells, like trickling water, touching people's hearts.

Xiao Luobai's smile became more gentle, like a warm spring breeze.

His affectionate black eyes followed the petite and slender figure into the distance, the beautiful sound of Liang Chen's voice slowly filled his ears, and the dust that had accumulated in his heart for a long time was washed away in an instant.

He wandered among them...

In his deep eyes, his girl seemed to be coated with a layer of light.

He was intoxicated by it...

He longed for...

That was the person he had been waiting for ten years...

She was the one who cried helplessly in his dreams, and made him feel extremely distressed...

That's the one who's dearest to him...

She is so beautiful...

It also made him feel that this world was so beautiful that he couldn't help but linger...

Xiao Luobai threw away the cane in his hand, and directly used Qinggong to leap up. In just a breath of time, he lifted Li Yuanrou up. The joy on Li Yuanrou's face instantly turned into fear, and she kept saying, "Go down, go down, I'm scared."

Xiao Luobai glanced at her, his eyes were gentle as water, he smiled and ordered: "Call me brother."

Li Yuanrou immediately gave in and shouted obediently: "Brother, brother, come down quickly..."

Xiao Luobai carried her for a while and landed on his good leg first. As soon as Li Yuanrou's heart fell, Xiao Luobai turned around and carried her back to the way she came. Li Yuanrou's heart was lifted up again and she shouted in panic: "Get down, get down..."

Xiao Luobai couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and threatened: "Call me husband."

Li Yuanrou changed her words without hesitation: "Husband, husband..."

Xiao Luobai was satisfied then. He slowly descended with his arm around Li Yuanrou and stood next to the crutch he had just dropped.

Li Yuanrou's heart was pounding, and her eyebrows were furrowed. She patted her chest, which was beating wildly, and scolded, "You are crazy. Do you want to be a cripple in the future?"

As she spoke, she squatted down again to check Xiao Luobai's leg, and found that the wound was not split, so she took a deep breath.

Li Yuanrou felt relieved and looked up and glared at Xiao Luobai again.

Xiao Luobai touched his nose guiltily, curled his lips and smiled, and said confidently: "I know my limits, I won't become lame."

Li Yuanrou picked up the crutches on the ground and handed them to him. The two walked and talked. Li Yuanrou asked him, "Xiaotian said that those paintings were drawn by you after you had a dream. Can you dream about my past self?"

Xiao Luobai raised his head and looked at the starry sky, as if he was lost in endless memories. His clear and elegant eyebrows were reflected under the starry sky, tinged with a touch of beauty, and his eyes were bright and radiant.

He spoke slowly: "Yes, since you first came to Guanyun Village, I have dreamed of you every year, sometimes once a year, sometimes two or three times. Later I drew it, except for last year..."

Li Yuanrou tilted her head and asked him, "You didn't have the dream last year?"

Xiao Luobai said: "I dreamed that you died... I didn't draw it... I didn't dream about it anymore..."

He paused, his dark eyes filled with endless satisfaction, his thin lips pursed with a gentle smile: "Then, you came."