Kissed

When she heard the familiar voice, her heart moved and her originally tense body quietly relaxed.

There is a young man on the street, his whole body is filled with the fragrance of orchids and musk.

The familiar fragrance entered her nose, but she was too nervous to smell it.

But...why would Gu Huaizhi come to look for her?

Anticipation and uneasiness surged into her heart at the same time. She pursed her lips and slowly turned around.

The young man had a tall and slender figure, which was very eye-catching. Even when she stood up straight, she could only reach his chin.

She raised her head slightly and met those upturned amber peach eyes.

The young man was facing away from the sunlight, staring at her intently. His eyes, hidden under his long eyelashes, were filled with a tangle of emotions that she could not fathom.

His black hair was tied up high with a red silk ribbon, and his crimson robe fluttered in the breeze.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and as their eyes met, she seemed to feel her heartbeat quicken.

The feelings in my heart, like a crescent moon, rise slowly and uncontrollably.

The two looked at each other for a long time before she dared to confirm that the person in front of her was not an illusion, but was actually standing in front of her.

"Prince..." She opened her red lips slightly, but before she could say anything, the young man's big hand blocked her lips.

She was stunned for a moment, her red lips moved slightly, brushing against the boy's warm palm, and she wanted to turn her head away from him.

But the next moment, the person in front of her fell straight towards her.

She was startled and quickly put her arms around his thin waist.

Fortunately, there was a wall behind them, otherwise they would both fall to the ground.

She held her breath and managed to steady herself. She could clearly feel his stiff body in her arms.

Her heart skipped a beat and she turned her head slightly, only to notice that the boy's face was unusually pale, and his thin lips, which were usually painted red, were now completely bloodless.

He closed his eyes tightly, and in the blink of an eye, beads of sweat appeared on his fair forehead.

The smell of blood gradually became stronger in the air, replacing the unique breath of the young man.

She frowned slightly, feeling something sticky in front of her. She lowered her eyes and realized that her clean white dress had been dyed a dazzling bright red.

There was a buzzing in her ears and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in her heart.

Is he injured?

*

Mu An Ning frowned, her voice trembling: "Doctor, how is he?"

Just now, when she saw through the curtain the doctor bandaging his wounds, the glaring blood was like a huge rock pressing heavily on her heart.

"Miss, there is no need to be so nervous. Although this young man was seriously injured, fortunately, he was not hurt in any vital parts." The old doctor, who was over fifty years old, smiled soothingly and stroked his long beard: "Plus, he has deep internal strength, so it is not a big deal."

Mu An Ning heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, but then the doctor continued, "It's just that he didn't bandage it carefully enough before, which caused him to lose too much blood. Miss, you must change the bandage for him every three days." The doctor lowered his head and wrote down a few medicine names on the rice paper and handed it to her: "In addition to the few medicines on this prescription, I suggest that you go to the forest to pick some Chuanxiong to use as medicine together."

Mu An Ning took the prescription with her slightly cold slender hands, lowered her eyes, read it carefully, and memorized it in her heart.

After the doctor left, she tilted her head slightly, and with a complicated look, she looked through the bed curtain at the young man lying on the couch with his clothes half-open.

In the past, she was the one who took the initiative to visit the Anqing Palace, and he took the initiative to look for her only a few times, and most of those times were forced by the princess.

But this time, why did he come here with serious injuries? And how did he know that she was in Wutong City?

Baoqin, who had been standing beside her without saying a word, could not hide her joy on her face, and whispered, "Miss, is the prince here to take you back home?"

She knew that her daughter had always been fond of him, but the prince's attitude towards her was never salty or indifferent, and their relationship was not even as good as when they were children.

But now it seems that the prince still cares about the young lady, otherwise why would he spend several hours rushing here from Shangjing and get injured.

In this case, the engagement between the young lady and the prince should not be cancelled, right?

Mu An Ning rubbed his sore arms and did not answer for a while.

Just when she was almost unable to hold on any longer, she remembered to call Baoqin from the house.

It took the combined efforts of the two to drag the eight-foot-tall boy to the west wing.

She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Go out first."

Her expression was indifferent, but ripples were forming in her heart.

*

"Miss Wan'er, I am late."

Hearing this gentle voice, Mu Wan'er, who was deep in the woodshed, was startled and woke up from her doze. She quickly sat up straight while leaning against the wall.

The man had a handsome face and was wearing a black robe that was easily hidden in the night. He was walking towards her with big strides.

Mu Wan'er's deer eyes flickered, and she thought that it was just as the system said, she was kidnapped during the day, and the male protagonist arrived as promised at night.

This efficiency is truly extraordinary, but I don't know where he got the information from.

It is undeniable that the prince's appearance really meets her aesthetic standards.

Her facial features are three-dimensional and beautiful, and there is always a warm smile on her lips, which makes people feel close to her.

If she had not experienced traveling through the book twice and witnessed his occasional sick appearance, she might really have fallen for him.

The current queen is not actually his biological mother, but the murderer who ordered the killing of his mother because she herself had not given birth to a child.

When he was ten years old, he learned this secret by chance from a conversation between the emperor and the empress.

The emperor's acquiescence and the queen's cruelty made his character gradually distorted.

He appeared to be in a good mood, and was humble and polite to everyone, and he and the empress looked like a loving mother and son.

Even Mu Wan'er, who was familiar with the plot, was almost confused by it.

In fact, he had been plotting revenge since the day he learned the truth, and had given the empress a seven-year-long chronic poison from Daliang.

Judging from the time, the terrible poison will soon take effect.

Later in the story, he ascended to the throne at all costs, killing his father and brother, although those two were not good people either.

Mu Wan'er's thoughts were gradually brought back to reality by the gentle movements of the man's hands.

He first carefully removed the cloth from her mouth, and then very tactfully untied the hemp rope for her.

Mu Wan'er sighed inwardly, finally freed herself, but when she tried to shake her hands, she felt sore and numb.

The man noticed her discomfort and asked gently, "Miss Wan'er, can you still get up?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Wan'er moved her butt, but immediately fell to the ground.

She looked at him awkwardly, feeling a little ashamed.

The man looked out the window and heard footsteps approaching.

He immediately said sorry and picked her up.

Mu Wan'er looked a little shy, but she knew deep down that this male protagonist was quite cunning.

He treated her like this just because he wanted to take the opportunity to win over Marquis Chongde and deal with the third prince.

If it were any other ignorant girl, she would have fallen for his tenderness long ago.

As she was thinking, a system notification sound suddenly came to her ears, which scared her again.

It said: "The bug has been fixed, Mu Anning will return to Beijing to continue the plot."

*

The night was warm and the crescent moon was like a hook outside the window, but Mu An Ning was lying on the couch, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Several hours have passed, and I don’t know if he has woken up, if his injuries have worsened, or if he has a fever at night.

You left in such a hurry that... you didn't even cover him with a quilt?

Her mind was full of thoughts. She hesitated for a moment, but finally got up, dressed, picked up the oil lamp and left the room.

The worries in my heart finally overcame all the knowledge I had learned about the differences between men and women over the years.

She pushed the door open quietly and entered the west room. The room was dark and quiet. It seemed that he was not awake yet.

She placed the oil lamp on the table, and with the soft light, she could clearly see the young man lying on the couch.

His black hair spread out on the pillow like an ink waterfall, his face was cool and his facial features were as clear as if they were carved, with almost no flaws.

His fair face and black eyelashes like crow feathers were no less beautiful than those of a woman, but he did not look feminine at all.

This look, compared to his usual aggressive look when he was sober, seemed like two completely different people.

She was stunned in front of the couch, and suddenly felt that she seemed to like him more like this.

Thinking of this, a faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

She shook her head gently, trying to put the strange thought behind her, but when she glanced at his half-open clothes, she felt not only her cheeks but also her ears getting slightly hot.

Only half of the boy's body was covered with the quilt, and his thin waist was wrapped with the thin white cloth that the doctor had tied for him.

Looking up, the chest muscles are faintly visible through the underwear.

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to cover him with the quilt to prevent him from catching a cold.

She slowly bent down and grabbed a corner of the quilt, but she lost her balance and fell forward.

She hurriedly put her hands on the bed, but her red lips still touched the boy's smooth forehead in an instant.

The girl's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and she maintained this ambiguous posture without moving for a while.

While she was distracted, she didn't notice that the boy's thin lips curled up slightly.

The next moment, she stood up quickly, her cheeks as red as the fiery clouds in the sky.

She rubbed her sore lips. This was her first time kissing someone...

A trace of panic suddenly flashed across her face. She didn't dare to look at the young man on the couch again. She quickly covered him with the quilt and left in a hurry.

When the sound of her staggering footsteps gradually faded away, the young man on the bed slowly opened his eyes and pulled back the quilt that made him feel hot.

In fact, he woke up early, but just lay on the couch and didn't want to move.

Then, remembering how he had rushed here without stopping after hearing that she was in critical condition, he felt inexplicably irritated.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard soft footsteps outside the door.

He immediately felt guilty, but luckily he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, listening to the girl's every move and feeling her gradually approaching.

Recalling the warm breath that had just lingered on his forehead, his handsome face instantly turned red to his ears.

Realizing that something was wrong, he slowly placed his right hand on his chest, his heart beating like a drum.

Was he frightened by her?

His throat rolled slightly, and a trace of panic suddenly flashed in his eyes.

It's just a kiss, no big deal.