Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Seeing that they were frightened, Song Yue felt a little better. "I can't really see it, because my invitation letter is different from the one you mentioned."

He took out a token as if presenting a treasure and said, "This is an invitation letter from the organizer. I am also a member of the organizer. I can go wherever I want. So, is your daughter very promising?"

"You naughty kid, you scared your father to death."

Liu Yuhan was very curious, but since she was with Song Shichu, she gave up the idea of going in to take a look.

"I won't cause you any more trouble..."

Watching the three people walking away, Song Yue felt inexplicably lonely. For some reason, it seemed like that place was an attractive place. Who wouldn't want to look at the beautiful women?

I'm alone and don't seem to have much interest anymore.

He turned around and was about to go back to his building when someone called out from behind, "Divine Doctor Song, Princess Shuning wants to see you."

Still entered this place full of beautiful women.

This is considered a general election, but it is different from those in TV dramas. There is no strict order, or it is more loose.

A physical examination is essential. Although Song Yue is not required to be present, she is at least a participant, so she was invited to do so.

After walking around, I didn't see Su Wanmo, but I saw Zhao Yuantong walking around the academy.

"I found a great place to view it. Would you like to go, Doctor Song?"

Song Yue felt that he was more or less her friend, and it would be a bit strange to always call him Divine Doctor Song. Besides, she didn't like the title very much, as it seemed to carry a lot of weight.

"Master Zhao, you can call me Yueyue."

Everyone around him called him that, so it didn't sound very intimate, at least that's what Song Yue thought.

Zhao Yuantong was a little at a loss for words, so he looked around and said something else: "Divine Doctor Song, you can also call me Nanzhou."

Song Yue didn't dwell on it too much. It would take time to change her tone. She just really didn't like this name. "Then I'll call you Nan Zhou. Don't call me Divine Doctor Song anymore. You can call me anything you want."

"Yue, Yueyue, you want to go..."

"Lead the way." Oh

The two came to a hidden bamboo forest. The terrain was not too high, but they could see the main area of the academy. Almost all the people gathered in these places, so they could see where Su Wanmo was at a glance.

There is still some distance between him and those noble ladies, making him seem even more unattainable, with an invisible distance.

As if sensing something, Su Wanmo looked over. Song Yue felt like she was looking into his eyes, but the bamboo forest and temple blocked her view, so she thought she was just scaring herself.

"How about it?"

Song Yue just remembered that there was someone beside him: "Very good, but is there anything else you need to do?"

Zhao Yuantong naturally didn't have time to stay here. When he turned around to leave, he seemed to see the red marks hidden under the white sand. He looked carefully and his gaze was too direct. Song Yue felt quite uncomfortable.

"What, what's wrong?"

I've been caught, so I might as well say it out loud: "I have some medicine here, do you need it?"

Song Yue, you know exactly what he means: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yuantong tapped his neck lightly with his index finger: "Did you bump into something here?"

Song Yue was confused and found a water tank full of water. Sure enough, she discovered a large red mark on her neck.

Thinking of something, his eyes locked on Su Wanmo. It was him who did it, it must be him.

His fists were clenched tightly and his body was shaking slightly.

"Yueyue, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yue took his hand and walked out of the bamboo forest. After taking a few steps, the view here was wider and there was nothing blocking Su Wanmo's view.

Following her gaze, he saw the person she was looking at and moved sideways to block her gaze: "Yueyue, stop looking. Looking directly at the emperor is a great sin."

Song Yue took two steps to the side, her gaze scorching enough for Su Wanmo to notice.

"Please help me apply it."

Zhao Yuantong thought he had misheard, but after a long while of no movement, Song Yue had no choice but to pull his hand: "I can't see, Nan Zhou, please help me. If it's inconvenient, forget it."

Zhao Yuantong had never seen a girl so shy and timid towards him before, and he immediately remembered how she would chase after him and call him brother Yuantong when they were little.

For some unknown reason, he agreed: "Okay."

Lifting aside the veil, the red mark was even more shocking. "How could it be so serious? When did Yueyue get hurt? Should we pay attention to this or send someone to take a look?"

His fingertips gently circled the red mark. It didn't matter if she didn't respond. Without even looking up, he continued to instruct, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember when you bumped into it. Find someone to take a look later. Don't leave any internal injuries."

Song Yue listened to his words, the corners of her mouth curled up, and when she saw the satisfying scene, she retracted her gaze to Zhao Yuantong.

From a distance, they looked just like a newlywed couple. This thought made Su Wanmo's eyes even angrier. He whispered a few words to the person next to him and walked away.

Song Yue didn't want to stay here any longer, so he didn't refuse Zhao Yuantong to go out with him.

Not long after, Zhao Yuantong was called away, leaving only the ointment in his hand in a hurry: "Remember to wait for me in the hospital, I will take you home."

Song Yue nodded, and glanced at that place. It was already empty, so he quickened his pace and walked towards the crowded place.

After passing through an archway, he saw two figures. They caught Su Wanmo off guard and he tactfully returned to the archway and walked back.

"open!"

"Your Majesty, please have mercy on me..."

Hearing this delicate and sticky voice, Song Yue couldn't help but wonder what Su Wanmo's expression would be, and quickly hid behind the bamboo forest.

The woman threw herself on Su Wanmo, rubbing against him, her behavior bold and uninhibited: "Your Majesty~"

How bold and reckless.

The strong smell of powder made Su Wanmo almost breathless. He grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear: "You are so brave..."

His lips brushed against the earlobe, but his eyes were accurately locked in the direction of Song Yue. The bamboo forest shook for a moment and then returned to silence.

He left the woman aside and strode after her.

Song Yue couldn't bear the gaze he cast at her. The moment their two touched, she felt nauseous. This kind of person had kissed her, and even...

It was so disgusting that she quickly walked to the corner and couldn't help retching. The cold touch made her turn around without feeling safe, and leaned her back against the wall, the white handkerchief following her all the time: "Did you let him touch here? Just wipe it off."

The soaked and dripping handkerchief wiped gently: "Why did you let him touch you?"

When Song Yue looked at his face, she remembered how he had just held that woman in his arms. Her stomach churned and she opened his hands, covering them with her hands and retching.

Su Wanmo didn't know what was wrong with her. She only knew that he had touched this hand just now, and now this hand was covering her mouth. He forcefully pulled her hand away and licked it vigorously with a wet handkerchief: "Why are you pulling his hand?"

The anger in his eyes took shape, and his voice inevitably grew louder.

"Why? Your Majesty, can't you understand? I like him."

Su Wanmo couldn't believe it: "I'm not someone who can be fooled that easily."

His mind raced, his eyes smiling, and he pushed her against the wall: "You're jealous, you just saw..."