Kite falling into red dust

When the eastern sky turned rosy, Mo Yuan finally couldn't lie down and got up.After he washed his face and returned to the house, Luo Hongyuan was still asleep.

After daybreak, they set off again.When the sun set again, they reached the palace.

Before entering the palace, Mo Yuan wanted Luo Hongyuan to change the blood-stained clothes so as not to scare anyone.But Luo Hongyuan took off the blood-stained robe and threw it away, and walked into the palace gate wearing only a thin inner garment.

In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, they walked through the side door.The guard at the door checked Mo Yuan's waist badge, then looked at Luo Hongyuan who was wearing a veil, "Guard Mo, this person is..." "The court criminal ordered by the king to arrest." Mo Yuan sent Luo Hongyuan Pulling back so the guards don't keep staring at him.

"Please come in," the guard returned the badge to Mo Yuan, "Your Majesty has ordered that Guard Mo go to the Imperial Study Room as soon as he returns." "Understood," he took Luo Hongyuan's arm, "Let's go." .”

Seeing Mo Yuan walking in with a man wearing only a plain white inner coat and a veil, Murong Mingyu immediately understood what was going on.

It might be hard to believe it with other people, but he recognized him just by his figure and the hands that were exposed outside the sleeves.At the beginning, he failed to see through Liu Hanqing's real identity, because he, like ordinary people, only looked at the appearance and ignored many details.But now, he will never be deceived again.

"Back off." He said to the attendants on the left and right.

There were only three people left in the imperial study room.Murong Mingyu stepped forward, reached out and removed the veil from his head.

Luo Hongyuan lowered her head, her long hair was loose, her face was pale, and her expression was as calm as stagnant water.

Murong Mingyu noticed that there was a long wound on his neck, which hadn't healed yet, obviously it was a new wound.In order to control his emotions, Murong Mingyu turned his eyes to Mo Yuan, and reprimanded him: "Leave as soon as you say, without even saying hello, do you know that such a widow can punish you!"

Mo Yuan knelt down, bowed his head and said: "Mo Yuan knows the crime, please punish him!" "Forget it, it seems that you can't change the habits of people in the Jianghu," he waved his hand, "You also go out first Let's take a break." Mo Yuan cast a glance at Luo Hongyuan, and said hesitantly, "Your Majesty..." "Don't worry, since he didn't kill the widow back then, he has no reason to hurt the widow now." As he spoke, his gaze He threw himself at Luo Hongyuan again, but he still lowered his head, no trace of emotion could be seen on his paper-pale face.

Although he was a little worried, Mo Yuan knew that the two of them had something to say alone, so he eventually withdrew as he said.

Murong Mingyu looked at the wound on Luo Hongyuan's neck, raised and lowered the hand that wanted to touch, and finally had to clenched into a fist hard to resist the urge. "Is your injury important?" He tried his best not to sound like he cared so much about him.

Luo Hongyuan slowly raised her head, looked at him indifferently, and said, "The reason why I agreed to come with Mo Yuan is because I wanted to ask you a question." His voice sounded hoarse than before, " Why did you come to Tenglong Town with only Mo Yuan? What if it was a trap set by Murong Mingshuo? It was just to arrest a wanted criminal, so there is no need for the king to personally conscript him."

Hearing his words, Murong Mingyu suddenly showed a bitter smile, "You are right, but as soon as I hear about you, I just want to see you right away, and have no time to care about other things." "Why? ?” He looked incomprehensible. "You really don't understand?" Murong Mingyu stared at him, with an indelible tenderness in his deep eyes.

He grasped the corner of his shirt tightly, and replied coldly: "I don't understand, you'd better explain clearly." "Well, I will tell you clearly today," Murong Mingyu gently held his hand. His hand was startled again by the unusually cold touch, but this time it was a little different, Murong Mingyu's heart also prickled, "I want to be with you."