Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

It’s not that easy for secret guards to be discovered.

But they may not be able to learn.

Mo Shisan didn't know how to respond to this, so he simply kept silent.

Great, the time has come.

Song Yue felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and she squatted down, holding her stomach with sweat on her forehead.

Mo Shisan was unmoved. Song Yue had many tricks up his sleeve. After being fooled so many times, he must have some experience.

But Mo Shisan's keen sense of smell detected a scent of blood. Although he had some doubts, he still walked forward slowly, but his expression was very defensive, as if he could immediately distance himself from her if she made any wrong move.

Even until her toes touched Song Yue's toes, she still didn't make any strange movements.

He reached out and touched Song Yue's shoulder cautiously.

"Are you OK?"

Song Yue raised her head with difficulty, and in just a short while, her hair was soaked with cold sweat.

His lips turned pale and looked extremely painful.

It doesn't look like it's fake.

This was Song Yue's first time using it. He might be wary, but he definitely had no experience.

Song Yue's lips trembled in pain for a long time before she squeezed out a few words from between her teeth.

"Thirteen, take me back to my room."

Her request was quite strange, and Mo Shisan immediately stepped back cautiously.

Song Yue: ...

She pretended to be strong, holding her stomach and trying to stand up by supporting herself on the ground, but this time she had to pay a heavy price, and she would suffer in the future.

How can it be so easy to stand up?

The moon-white dress soon turned a barely noticeable red.

Song Yue was really in pain. She was really asking for trouble.

He struggled on the ground for a long time but was unable to stand up.

He glanced at Mo Shisan, who was almost indifferent, and thought that if he really didn't come over, he might faint from the pain, and then everything he did now would be in vain.

Instead of fainting from the pain, it is better to take the initiative.

But pretending to be faint and deceiving someone who can tell whether you are weak just by listening to your breathing is obviously unwise.

But Song Yue never thought of pretending to be unconscious.

She sat on the ground for a long time, then struggled to stand up. Her steps were unsteady and she almost fell. After she steadied herself, the bloodstains on the ground became visible as she moved.

Mo Shisan saw the blood and immediately stepped forward nervously: "Are you injured? I'll go find a doctor."

Song Yue gritted her teeth and said in a trembling voice, "No need to go. I, I know it myself."

"Can you take me back?"

Mo Shisan looked at him with suspicion.

Song Yue could no longer hold on and slid down.

Strong hands grasped my shoulders and held me up.

Then she was picked up by the waist. Song Yue sighed softly and wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling very uncomfortable.

But the chilly wind blew straight through, and Ben felt it very clearly. His lower abdomen was extremely cold, and he opened his hands, wanting to hold him in his arms to transfer heat to his lower abdomen.

Mo Shisan dodged it, and Song Yue didn't have the strength to do it again. She just held her stomach tightly, trying to keep warm.

A voice came from above my head: "What's wrong with your stomach?"

Song Yue: "It hurts, let me hug you... okay?"

Seeing that he was no longer so resistant.

Song Yue tentatively stretched out her hand and placed it limply on his shoulder, as if the hand would slip off if he moved any harder.

slow down.

Song Yue put her other hand around his waist and pressed herself against him.

Even though Mo Shisan knew that she would hug him, he didn't expect her to hold him so tightly.

But it's not tight at all.

Song Yue's lower abdomen did not feel relieved, so she slightly raised her abdomen and stopped only when she felt the temperature.

Warmth came, and coldness also passed away.

Mo Shisan never came back to his senses. How could someone's skin be so cold?

She walked even slower, afraid that her belt would rub against her belly.

From this angle, the normally cold face seemed a bit confused and anxious, which was not obvious because Song Yue had noticed it after staring at him for a long time.

But she couldn't stare for long because the pain diverted her attention.

His consciousness was confused by the pain, but he always remembered his ultimate goal.

It was like a human-machine, insisting on finishing what he wanted to say.

"Thirteen, you are so beautiful."

Mo Shisan: "If you feel uncomfortable, talk less."

"Thirteen, look at me."

Mo Shisan subconsciously looked at the person in his arms.

Song Yue used all her accumulated strength in her hands, hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Mo Shisan's pupils dilated and his hand loosened, causing Song Yue to almost fall. However, after realizing that he was holding her, he pulled her back.

Song Yue squeezed out a few words from the gap: "Don't reject me, okay?"

Mo Shisan stood there like a fool, at a loss as to what to do.

He knew there must be something fishy going on here, but he really didn't know how to deal with this situation. Anyway, he couldn't just leave her here.

Song Yue pried open the soft lips and went deep inside.

I felt guilty. It was damnable to deceive such a pure person.

Mo Shisan clenched his teeth, as if refusing.

Song Yue refused to give up and kept trying.

The pain was temporarily relieved.

Finally, he was no longer able to stop her pestering him, and Mo Shisan said in a hoarse voice: "Get out."

He may not know that his speech is his biggest flaw.

Song Yue conquered cities and plundered territories, and every grain of hardship was passed on thoroughly.

Block the exit more fiercely, and the bitter taste melts on the two people's tongues.

Mo Shisan's eyes were filled with regret for being plotted against and anger for being deceived.

It was not easy for Song Yue to see such rich emotions in his eyes.

Say the last words: "Thirteen, I'm sorry."

She completely collapsed in his arms.

Mo Shisan supported himself with weak legs and gradually powerless hands, and fell back to the ground after Song Yue slipped from his hands. He used all his strength in his hands to hold Song Yue tightly.

Use your body as a cushion.

He thought that in front of these dozen people, he was like a real person, and he had lived a decent life. He would have no regrets even if he died.

When I woke up again, I was already in a bumpy carriage.

He Ru handed her a cup of hot water.

Song Yue wet her lips and said, "Thirteen, what's wrong?"

He Ru shook his head: "I don't know either, but he can see the letters and money you left behind."

"I hope he will listen to me and wait for me to come back."

As long as he stayed where he was and waited for Song Yue to return safely, he could hide it from Su Wanmo, and it wouldn't be so serious if he was sent back then.

Song Yue could only pray that he would be obedient.

Mo Shisan woke up earlier than Song Yue.

Seeing the letter on the table, he opened it eagerly and read the contents of the letter.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a mechanical arc.

She is teaching herself to lie.

But what she didn't know was that the biggest taboo for people like them was lying.

He knew that if Song Yue could take this step, she would never let him find her.

She did feel a little disappointed because he had already mentioned her.

He had long been removed from the forty-eight secret guards by Su Wanmo, and there was no longer any Mo Shisan among the secret guards.

Is it really Su Wanmo that she doesn't trust?

Maybe she had never believed in herself.

Since I can't find her, what should I do?

Are you really waiting here?

Waiting is never something they would do voluntarily.

He will chase after her, even if he can never catch up.

……

In the last cycle, the person in the dream finally had a clear face.