He still looked as cold, aloof and distant as usual.
His black hair swayed in the wind, and his aura was powerful and indifferent.
Qi Wuyuan carried the scimitar that was still dripping with blood on his shoulder. He had waited for this day for too long, and finally his wish came true.
"Surrender, you have no chance of winning. If you submit, I can spare your life."
Just recently, the King of Mobei died of illness and passed the throne to Qi Wuyuan, so he dared to lead his troops to attack the palace.
Aisha frowned, a hint of love remaining in her eyes. She had hated but also felt sorry for this man with such rare talent.
"Lou Che, as long as you are willing to surrender to Mobei, I can spare your life."
She said this out of selfish motives. As a princess, it's not impossible for her to ask for someone's favor.
The air was filled with smoke.
The king, who was at the end of his rope, stood straight as a pine tree, without a trace of fear.
The man's dragon robe was already torn to pieces, and with a fearless look in his deep eyes, he raised his sword again.
He stepped on countless corpses, and his thin lips formed a resolute arc.
"You want to take my life? That depends on whether you are worthy of it!"
The bloody scene stopped.
Ruan Mian woke up from her dream with a start, her fingertips as thin as scallions slightly curled up and tightly grasped the quilt.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from her fair forehead, soaking her black hair and sticking it to her neck.
The girl's delicate face was filled with panic and fragility.
It was still dark outside and the night was deep.
She couldn't understand why she had such a dream.
The girl curled up at the end of the bed in the second half of the night and could not fall asleep again, with a faint dark blue color in her eyes.
"Mianmian, didn't you sleep well last night?"
She hesitated but still pursed her lips and told him the whole story of her horrible nightmare.
I thought Mo Yan would take this as a joke, but after hearing it, his brows were gloomy and his expression was serious, as if it really happened.
Ruan Mian's palms were sweating and felt uncomfortable due to the damp heat.
"Is it true? Your Majesty and those people in the palace have been..."
The man's brows relaxed and he chuckled.
"Mianmian, don't let your imagination run wild. It's just a dream. Your Majesty and the Queen might be in perfect harmony and love right now."
The girl lowered her head and ate obediently. Maybe she was really overthinking it.
But for some reason, I always felt that he was hiding something, and my right eyelid kept twitching.
Mo Yan was cooking porridge in the kitchen, but his eyes were looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking about, and he was distracted.
"The porridge is already mushy!"
Ruan Mian hurriedly took the casserole off the stove and looked at the strange man.
"What's wrong with you?"
The girl had never seen him so absent-minded.
"I'm just a little tired, don't worry, Mianmian."
From that day on, Mo Yan would often go out, just to go around the town to see if there was any work available.
The girl stayed at home with the little rabbit, eating, drinking and playing, and she didn't feel bored.
It’s just that a neighbor, a man, recently moved into the yard next door that had been abandoned for many years.
His face was wrapped in circles of white gauze, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.
His right hand was broken and his empty sleeves were dangling unsteadily. He was a poor disabled man.
Occasionally, I would cough as if I had a long-term illness.
The one-armed man bent down with great effort and used his left hand to clean up the dirty and dusty yard. His leg was almost crushed when he was lifting heavy objects.
Ruan Mian couldn't bear to watch it anymore and hurried over to help.
"Let me help you."
The ordinary coarse cloth clothes worn by men are the cheapest kind.
He was tall and slender, with countless scabbed scars on his only remaining left hand.
When the girl got closer, she smelled the scent of medicine and couldn't help but wonder if his body was as weak and sickly as Lou Che's.
Although it was the first time she met the one-armed man, for some reason the girl always felt that he was not a bad person.
And my empty heart suddenly felt very solid and peaceful, as if something I had lost had returned to me.
When Mo Yan was not at home, Ruan Mian would lie on the fence with the little rabbit in her arms to watch the neighbors next door.
The one-armed man spoke very little and spent most of his time carefully tending to the flowers and plants in the yard.
They happen to be girls’ favorite lily of the valley and lilac.
He was not very skilled in using his left hand, and he clumsily drew water from the well to water the flowers, often getting his trouser legs wet.
When the girl saw this funny scene, she didn't feel like laughing, but felt so heartbroken that she almost couldn't breathe.
She put the little rabbit down and covered her inexplicably heavy heart. It was so strange.
Just when the one-armed man dropped the ladle for the third time, a white and delicate little hand reached out to help him pick it up.
A slight blush appeared on Ruan Mian's delicate face, and she spoke in a whisper, saying something that was not in her heart.
"I'm just bored, and since you're taking so long, let me help you water the flowers."
The man nodded slightly and spoke in his throat.
"Thank you."
The voice was rough and hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire, and it was extremely unpleasant to hear.
He seemed to understand as well, and after he finished speaking, he quickly pursed his lips and said nothing.
The girl was stunned for a while. It seemed that this neighbor was not only disabled but also had suffered a lot of misfortunes.
There was unconscious sympathy in her eyes as she looked at him.
After watering the plants, the girl was about to leave when she saw the one-armed man gesturing with his left hand and pointing towards the kitchen.
Ruan Mian guessed, "You want me to stay for dinner?"
The other person nodded and stopped talking, probably because he was afraid of scaring her like he did just now.
Unexpectedly, all the dishes on the table were her favorite. The girl's fair cheeks were slightly bulging from chewing, which was very cute.
Inadvertently glancing at the red burn marks on the back of the man's hand, she suddenly felt that the food tasted much bland, so she quickly finished her meal and ran home.
The man opposite looked at the empty chair, frowned and sighed deeply. Was he still being rejected after all?
Just as he was about to clear the dishes, the sound of brisk footsteps rang out again.
The girl ran in from outside with a box of ointment in her hand.
Her cheeks were stained a light pink from running so fast, and her lips were slightly parted as she gasped for breath.
Ruan Mian's soft hair fell obediently on her neck, and her soft and sticky voice seemed to have a little hook.
He tried to explain, but it only made things more obvious. "Don't think too much about it. I just bought an extra box and saw that you were injured, so I used it."
The crude white lie went unexposed.
The man lowered his deep eyelids, hiding the love that was about to overflow from his eyes.
"Um."
Thinking that it would be inconvenient for him, the girl dipped her tender white hands in the gray plaster and applied it on his wound, which made him feel cool and comfortable.
She stared intently, her crow-feather eyelashes fluttering.
Ruan Mian frowned and muttered softly, "You don't even know to go to the clinic with so many scars. What a fool."
Whenever she looked up, she could see a faint smile in the other person's affectionate eyes, which gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction and happiness.
Deep in the man's dark eyes was an irrepressible love that was almost about to pour out.
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