Chapter 103: Duan Murong's Heart Knot

The next day, Jingyu woke up and listened to the report from the house. Some Mojia people invited him to discuss important matters. After listening to it, he still had breakfast with Qinger and others, and then slowly followed the Mo disciple, who had been sweating eagerly, to the meeting place.
Just stepping into the open stone door, she heard Duan Murong's helpless voice in Qing Qing said: "Can't you come earlier?" She lived together for four years, but she knew many of his habits. She was sent by someone, but it was stuck at Jingyu's normal wake-up time.
"If you go by yourself, I must have come early." Jingyu didn't know this. In addition to Duan Murong, the Mo family is that Yue Er can know the time when he woke up, and Yue Er will find him and will go by himself.
"I can't go away with something."
Duan Murong saw him looking away and quickly turned away. However, she still signaled a little bandage wound on the bed behind her. Beside that bed, there is also a basin for washing hands. The faint red liquid shows that it has just been used by people to cleanse their hands, and they haven't had time to change it.
"Okay." Jingyu walked over to the bed and looked at the big hammer that was sleeping, agreeing with her reason, "What are you doing with me? Wouldn't you just look at this silly big man?"
Duan Murong gave him a blank look, "Everyone has something to find you, but you come early, so everyone is busy." She pulled La Jingyu's sleeve, "Let's go out too." Turned and walked out .
When Jingyu walked out of the door, Duan Murong stepped down from the stone gate's office, and asked a Mo disciple to watch the big hammer nearby. Then she walked slowly in one direction with Jingyu who was waiting.
"The Big Hammer took two Mo family brothers out last night, and one of them died, and the other reluctantly fled back to the police. Later, Xiao Gao went in person, and then repelled the Hidden Bat to save the Big Hammer." She said, Meiyujian Some sad look.
Jingyu stopped and took her hand to hold with her own hands.
"It's not your fault. Didn't you save the two?" He comforted softly.
Duan Murong didn't break free of his hand this time, staring at him together and nodded silently.
This is a corridor, not a secret, it just happened that there was no one on either side. After a while, footsteps and voices were heard again, Jingyu shrugged helplessly and released her hand. Duan Murong slightly curled his lips at the moment he turned around.
"Actually, if you didn't let go just now, I would have you," she said.
"Huh?" When Jingyu turned back to look at her, she twisted her face to the other side, a little blushing and hot. Jingyu went to pull her hand, and she avoided it at once. He twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "Why?"
"Stupid!" Duan Murong glanced back at him, "I said it was just now"
Jingyu stopped in amazement. Is he different from holding her hand now? And if she didn’t want him to hold her hand, why would she say it? Did he regret him intentionally?
Duan Murong walked forward a few steps and turned to look at him puzzled. Jingyu walked over and walked with her again. He carefully looked at her expression this time, and always felt that she was a bit different from yesterday. There was a smile that didn't disappear from the corners of her mouth, although it was not very obvious.
"What's wrong with you?" He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" He had wanted to use the word "good thing" to recall that she had been saddened by the death of a Mo disciple before, and he didn't say it.
Duan Murong shook his head calmly and took him all the way to an open platform in the city of machinery. It's a good place to talk, without anyone coming close to listen. She stood next to the fence, facing the direction of the mountain, and took a deep breath of fresh morning air.
"Somewhat incredible. I am with you today and feel very calm." She has never used such a gentle tone to Jingyu. "I have answers to your yesterday's question. Do you want to hear it?" She glanced back. Jingyu.
After standing on her two-step side, Jingyu nodded silently.
Duan Murong continued: "I naturally believe that after you become an emperor, you can be kind to the people of the world. However, there are some things I need you to know, me." She still inevitably paused. "I can't be with you all the time. The Mo family has countless ancestors. You have told me that the leftover wish has not been fulfilled. As long as we continue to work hard, there will always be a day to realize it. I believe in your words, and I am willing to work hard for this ideal."
auzw.com ‘Is this her concern? Jingyu speculated, walking to her side and sticking to her body. She still didn't say anything, because she didn't finish and he decided to listen, and then told her once, what her concerns were for him.
Duan Murong didn't refuse such intimacy, "I haven't been able to waste the medicine that the master has cultivated and passed on to me since childhood. Moreover, I have the ability to practice medicine, and I like to practice medicine to watch people return to health because of my treatment. I feel very happy. Jingyu, can you help me build a hospital? It’s near your capital. You can come to me if you want to be closest to the nearest place."
It took her a lot of courage and a long time to say this last sentence. The volume became so low that he hardly heard it.
In fact, there is still a concern, she can no longer care about now.
The death of the Mo disciple made her aware of one thing: she did not regret participating in the anti-Qin great cause, but she also had the possibility of death. If this is the case, wouldn't she have no more chance to speak? He will never know her true intentions, will he feel sorry?
As soon as she thought that he would be sad, she would not have ten thousand. She wanted him to know that she actually loved him more than she loved herself. For him, even if he died, he was willing. Only, she is a girl. The first time I faced such a thing, how can I really say such a thing.
It can be said that the phrase "you can come to me when you have time" is her limit.
The mountain wind slowly brushed her blue hair, she lowered her head, waiting quietly. It took her a moment of shyness and anxiety not to hear his answer for a while.
Will he be dissatisfied with this? If so, what should he do? Would he be so overbearing, would he give her a compulsory order? Even if it is not mandatory, if he asks her, can she really insist not to agree? She suddenly found that her resistance to him was really small. A series of thoughts confused her brain until he hugged her.
"Actually I am stupid, and you are not smart enough." He said with a smile, pressed his forehead against her, and naturally kissed her hair, holding her hands tightly with both hands, "Rong'er, what do you want to do , Just do whatever you want. Just remember that you are mine, protect yourself, don’t get hurt or lose money."
"Is it so simple?"
Duan Murong couldn't help but look back at him, but found that doing so suddenly made him closer to him.
His gaze shifted down, swallowing his mouth like a thirsty throat, and the sound was close at hand, so that she who heard clearly, only felt a shy boiling blood rushing to the brain. She was a little dizzy, and felt his desire from the bathroom two years ago, he probably didn't want to do anything to her for a moment.
Duan Murong pursed his lips, and somehow he had the courage to close his eyes, and after whispering, he felt very ashamed after every thought:
"Quickly end!"
He did not answer, no, he answered, with actual action.
The lips were touched by him for the first time, making her tight. Then, his gentleness helped her relax
"Don't laugh!" Duan Murong seemed to want to turn around to scold him, but stopped halfway, and eager to know and asked: "You tell me quickly, are you just saying true? You became emperor , Can I do those things too?"
"If you don't believe me, the emperor is improper." Jingyu leaned on the fence beside her and said at random.
Duan Murong gently pressed a finger on his lips, shaking his head slightly, and there were also some pleading in his purple eyes.
Jingyu took her hand down, "Well, the emperor took care of it, and promised to do it." Patting her back gently, jokingly and half-seriously instructed: "So, Duanmu woman, Please relax and make yourself happy, okay?"
"I try as much as possible." She smiled, like a faint orchid blooming in the deep valley, expressing ethereal and graceful temperament.
This picture, Jingyu always remembered in his heart.
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