Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Su Wanmo held her in his arms: "What should we do if he sees it?"

Song Yue had no time to confirm and struggled even harder, only to feel the force that was restraining him loosen and he began to fall. Su Wanmo glanced at the man's direction with a hint of regret before he turned over and jumped down. With a wave of his long arm, he picked up the man who was far below him, and fell heavily to the ground as he turned over.

Song Yue was still in the panic of weightlessness and being discovered. She didn't realize why she didn't feel any pain. She was thinking about what to do, but she didn't want to be tied to Su Wanmo. That was a symbol of unfreedom.

Su Wanmo liked her current dazed look, just like... that night, except she was less drunk and looked more sober, and it was this sobriety that made him even more fascinated.

I dare not make any noise for fear of waking her up, who is so beautiful now.

The two of them were immersed in their own time for too long, and time seemed to flow extremely fast. A cold male voice outside the hospital brought them back to reality: "Divine Doctor Song?"

Song Yue suddenly came back to her senses and looked towards the door. When she didn't see anyone, her frightened heart finally calmed down. She lowered her head and saw Su Wanmo's determined eyes. Remembering the madness of that night, she was afraid that he would open his mouth and make their relationship public. She reached out and covered his mouth tightly, afraid that he would scream out.

The person outside the wall perhaps didn't wait for a response and spoke again: "Divine Doctor Song? I'm coming in?"

Song Yue stopped him urgently: "Wait!"

He took back the step he had taken, feeling it was abnormal, but still waited.

Seeing her panic, Su Wanmo wanted to take her hand away, but he underestimated her defense against him, and her hand was still tightly welded to his mouth.

He grabbed her with his long arms and pulled her close until he was just inches away. His fingertips brushed the corner of her lips, and he lifted her buttocks and stood up from the ground, walking towards the door. Song Yue was more afraid of them appearing in front of outsiders in this posture than him yelling. She let go of her hands and struggled to get off him.

Su Wanmo, as if he would never get angry, leaned close to her ear with a smile on his face, "Am I so timid about being in the spotlight? Or does Yueyue just want to keep a beautiful woman in a golden house?"

This playful attitude made Song Yue even more angry. She turned around and bit him with such ferocity that it seemed as if she wanted to tear off a layer of skin. No one knew what part she bit, but it was really effective. Su Wanmo had to free his hands to pull her away.

Song Yue knew his purpose, but she was still unwilling to give in. She bit even harder until she heard a low groan of pain from above her head. Then she pushed him away and kept a safe distance.

Only then could they see clearly where the bite had occurred. Su Wanmo touched it lightly with his finger and held up his bloody finger in front of the two of them: "Are you born in the Year of the Dog? If you bite again, it would be murder... Puff!"

Song Yue's eyes were fierce, and the silver needle pointed directly at the chest. She knew how to prick people the most painfully: "If you can't say anything nice, don't say it."

The murderous gaze forced him to take two steps back. Song Yue pressed on, determined to lock onto this dangerous prey: "I'm not some great saint. Your Majesty, you can go to the underworld and see if the rest of the country is sitting in peace."

Since Song Yue said these outrageous words, he was ready to kill with one blow.

Su Wanmo was shocked by her unprecedented cruel look. He did not doubt her intentions at all, but he did not care much about who would rule the country. He was only amazed at the kind of person he fell in love with.

"Do you really want to kill me?"

There are so many people who want to kill themselves, but they are not afraid of the itch when they have too many lice, and they don’t mind at all that the person who wants to kill them is someone they care about. Perhaps they can understand the saying: To die under the peony flowers is to be a romantic ghost.

"You can try!"

Song Yue was like a cat with its fur standing on end, acting quite recklessly and madly.

"Doctor Song, do you need help?"

The madness in Song Yue's eyes was gradually replaced by fear. She turned her gaze towards Haitang Gate, but she knew that this fear must not be seen by Su Wanmo, otherwise the whole family would have no way to survive.

Turning around, fear was clearly visible in his eyes, and he said in a panic, "Your Majesty, this disaster will not affect my family..."

Su Wanmo just felt that she was deflated, so he wanted to take advantage of her misfortune. He had already let go once, and she came to him on her own initiative. Should he let her go again?

He considered himself a villain, not a gentleman: "Have you figured out how to make amends?"

He pulled out the silver needle from his chest and held it between the two of them to play with it: "How about staying by my side forever to atone for your sins?"

Song Yue looked up in fear, but under his serious and unquestionable gaze, she compromised and nodded slowly.

This was so smooth that Su Wanmo couldn't believe it. As expected, his legs went weak and he fell to his knees.

Song Yue pulled out the silver needle and said, "Your Majesty, have you ever heard of this? Using the emperor as a hostage to control the princes? This is much more effective than killing you."

Before Su Wanmo could retract his shocked expression, Song Yue squatted down and buried her head in his neck, sweeping away the blood that was gushing out. The swallowing sound was no less noticeable in Su Wanmo's ears as his heart was pounding. He was scared. Now she was like a greedy vampire, determined to suck him dry.

"Yueyue, you..."

Song Yue tore the corner of her clothes and neatly wrapped it around his neck. Her fingers moved upwards, pinching his chin and forcing him to look directly at her: "Are you scared? Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

He was dragged into the house in a less than dignified manner and swaggered into the front hall to eat.

He just laughed unpredictably all the way. It turned out that even the high and mighty king could show fear. How could he not feel good? Even if the nine clans were wiped out right now, it seemed worth it. However, the lives of the nine clans were not so worthless. At most, a few people would be buried with them.

Zhao Yuantong just felt that she was too abnormal. After several indirect attempts to test her, he failed and decided not to think too much about it.

The next morning, before Song Yue got up, the Song Mansion was surrounded by people. In the end, all members of the Song family were imprisoned on charges of treason.

Su Wanmo was nowhere to be seen even after Song Yue returned to the room.

The others were confused and were trying to figure out who had done what, but Song Yue remained silent.

Others could probably guess that it was because of her, but they just thought that she was framed. After all, living with the emperor is like living with a tiger. As early as when she stayed in the capital, her family was prepared for unexpected disasters.

Seeing that she was not in a good mood, he did not ask any more questions and just kept comforting her. He didn't know why they always had no sense of urgency and always felt that His Majesty would not do anything to them.

It is conceivable that this is the case. We can't just do nothing. The Song family has some connections in Dongyuan, but there are not many people who are willing to help them at the risk of rebellion.

They could only hope that Song Maoxin would move faster and find a way out faster than the people chasing them.

However, only one day later, Song Yue was summoned into the palace, which gave her the confidence to remain calm.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Song Yue felt a little guilty. Besides, because of Jia Bingwen, Su Minyuan could be considered her friend, but the relationship was not that strong and could break up at any time.