The reborn girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent marquis hugs her and coaxes her!

Chapter 41: Old Illness or Heartache

I don’t know whether the Imperial Astronomical Observatory made a mistake in its calculations or whether the incident really happened suddenly.

After we set up camp, it started to rain heavily just after midnight.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, and in an instant the entire hunting palace was shrouded in rain.

The rumbling thunder woke everyone up.

The hunting palace, which had fallen asleep, became busy again.

Although the nobles have thick tents with rain cloth on the top, they don’t have to worry about leaks.

But the sound of raindrops hitting the tarpaulin was really annoying.

In addition, thunder kept exploding overhead and the roars of wild beasts could be heard faintly in the distance. This night was really unpleasant.

And this night was even more painful for Xu Rongrong.

She seemed to be back in that rainy night, with heavy rain beating on her body like a whip.

She was trapped in endless darkness, and faint cries could be heard from all around her. Gradually, the sound became more shrill.

She recognized the voices of Wen Yao and Luo Shu. They were asking her for help, but she was powerless.

Soon, the shrill sound disappeared, and then all kinds of mocking sounds came from all directions.

She couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, but she could clearly see their expressions. They laughed at her incompetence and ridiculed her for not being able to fulfill her duties as a woman.

"Bitch, you deserve not to have the Marquis's love!"

"She's usurped the title of Concubine for nothing, yet she can't even see him!" "The Marquis feels disgusted when he even touches her!"

"It's no use!"

"useless!"

The insults, ridicule and thunder mixed together and gave her a splitting headache.

She held her head in her hands and wanted to scream.

But who could she call?

Who can come to save her and help her?

She felt as if her throat was being strangled and she couldn't make a sound.

She stretched out her hands desperately, but in the end she couldn't catch anything.

The next moment, everything stopped.

She was about to open her eyes when a sharp arrow like thunder pierced her chest.

She felt the blood rushing out of her body, and the pain made her whole body spasm. When Mu Rong heard the cry and rushed into Xu Rongrong's tent, this was the scene he saw.

The petite woman curled up into a ball, curled up weakly on the couch, holding her chest with her hands, and trembling all over.

Wen Yao knelt in front of the couch, calling out to the young lady helplessly, and tremblingly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

"What's wrong with her!" Mu Rong was shocked.

"My Lord..." Wen Yao turned his head, as if he had seen a savior, "Save the young lady."

Without thinking too much, Mu Rong quickly stepped forward and hugged Xu Rongrong tightly in his arms.

The girl in his arms looked as if she had just emerged from an ice cellar. She was so cold that he was trembling with fear. "What on earth is going on? Is this an old illness?"

He had never heard that Xu Rongrong had such a serious old illness.

The palace physician never mentioned this when he took her pulse! How... could it be so serious? Wen Yao wiped the tears from her eyes and shook her head, "It's not an old illness. But for the past two months, Miss has been like this every rainy night. We don't know why, but it will get better after the rain stops. But in the past, it was just a headache, and we could just take care of her. But tonight, for some reason, even her heart started to hurt."

"Call the doctor!" Mu Rong ordered.

"Don't...don't...no need..." Xu Rongrong murmured in confusion.

She suppressed the pain and said, "Wen... Wen Yao, don't worry... it will be fine in a while."

She wanted to hold Wen Yao's hand, but her hand was a little big today and she couldn't hold it, so she could only pat it weakly twice to comfort her.

"Miss..." Wen Yao opened his mouth to speak.

Mu Rong shook his head and told her not to say it out loud.

The place where Xu Rongrong covered her heart with her hand was exactly where she was shot by an arrow in her previous life.

If it's not an old illness, then it must be a heart disease... She must be in great pain.

Mu Rong's heart sank. He ordered Wen Yao, "Check to see if the bonfire under the awning outside the tent has gone out. Go get some hot water."

Wen Yao did not dare to delay and quickly left the tent.

Mu Rong took a deep breath, placed his hand on Xu Rongrong's heart, and slowly injected his internal energy.

After an incense stick of time, Xu Rongrong stopped trembling, and the warm internal energy made her feel much more relaxed.

But for her, who felt like she was in an ice cellar, this warmth was not enough, she wanted more.

She subconsciously grabbed the big hand against her chest and held it tightly.

She wanted this warmth to be closer.

Yet, for Mu Rong, the spot where his palm rested was the soft spot of her breast. Her strength kept his hand firmly fixed on the round, delicate breast, and for a moment, he could not pull it away. Xu Rongrong's breathing gradually became calmer, but her brow remained furrowed, suggesting her headache hadn't subsided.

Mu Rong freed his other hand, touched her forehead, and injected his internal energy into her as well.

After a long time, Xu Rongrong finally fell asleep in Mu Rong's arms.

The heavy rain outside the tent had become a lullaby in her ears, helping her to drive away the nightmare.

……

Outside the tent, heavy rain was carried by the night wind, dancing around the awning, and once again extinguished the bonfire that Wen Yao had finally started.

She was cold and wet, biting her lip and lighting another tinderbox with trembling hands.

As the wind and rain blew, the fire starter only produced two wisps of black smoke before going out again.

Wen raised his hand to wipe the rain off his forehead and anxiously searched his bag, but it was empty; all the tinder had been used up.

what to do……

The lady is still waiting for hot water...

"Here you go." A lit tinderbox was handed over.

Mu Ai had been watching for a long time and finally couldn't wait to make a move. "This is windproof and rainproof. We often use it on the march. It's different from the fire starters you use at home."

Wen Yao quickly wiped the rain off her hands on the hem of her skirt and took it with both hands: "Thank you."

But her hands and feet were numb from the cold, and she couldn't light the firewood no matter how hard she tried.

Seeing her clumsy movements, Mu Ai felt a little disgusted. He broke up the fire and added dry firewood to it. The bonfire soon ignited.

"Thank you, sir!" Wen Yao stared at the campfire with shining eyes.

"First time out of the house?" Mu Ai raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yao nodded, feeling somewhat ashamed of his own clumsiness. "My name is Mu Ai. Although the Marquis has been to the Xu Mansion several times, I don't think he has seen you before."

"I am Wen Yao, your servant. I have been serving the young lady in the inner house. Luo Shu has been handling all the affairs outside."

"No wonder he's so stupid." Mu Ai muttered.

Wen Yao: “…”

She wanted to refute, but thinking that Mu Aigui was the deputy general of the army and had helped her today, she endured it and said, "I know I was wrong."

“…” Mu Ai felt like he had punched a pile of cotton.

But seeing that she was soaked by the rain and her cheeks were purple from the cold, but she still ignored him and only wanted to add firewood to boil water, he felt a little unhappy, so he took off his cloak and handed it to her.

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment, then declined, saying, "Thank you, sir. I'm not cold."

"Put it on!" Mu Ai didn't have much patience. He simply wrapped the cloak around Wen Yao. The sudden unfamiliar smell made Wen Yao very uncomfortable, but seeing the man's unhappy expression, she had no choice but to endure it.

……

Inside the tent, Xu Rongrong was sleeping soundly, but Mu Rong was not so well off.

In a hurry just now, he half leaned on the couch and held her in his arms.

At this time, half of his body was numb, but he didn't dare to move, for fear of accidentally waking her up.

In addition, one of his hands was placed on her heart, and the softness of her body, which rose and fell with her breathing, made his palm hot.

He looked at her quietly, and the eyebrows and eyes that he had sketched countless times in his mind appeared before him so clearly and gently, constantly challenging his self-control.

After a long struggle between will and desire, he leaned over and pecked her lips lightly.

She was ill, and he wanted only to savor this stolen peace, to ease his longing. But once he touched her, he couldn't leave, and he would trace the shape of her lips over and over again, like an addict.

Swallow it lightly and then release it slowly.

As time went by, his emotions surged and propelled him to attack.

Their lips rubbed against each other as if they were on a battlefield. The tip of his tongue was like a sword or a gun, knocking open her lips and teeth, invading fiercely and plundering wantonly.

"Hmm..." She couldn't bear having her breath taken away and protested softly in a daze.

This sound was like a horn driving the soldiers forward, shattering his will and leading him to sink.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally let her go.

Looking at the red lips that were burned by him, he licked the corner of his mouth: So sweet, so hot.