My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave

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Chapter 46: don't like it, don't like it

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Ruan Nian changed the medicine for Qu Fengyun's hand, and wrapped it up carefully.

Qu Fengyun looked at the white gauze on his arm and said, "You can go back."

Ruan Nian asked in confusion, "Huh?"

"Zheng Yufei has been imprisoned," Qu Fengyun said, "you can go back."

Only then did Ruan Nian realize that Qu Fengyun was saying that he can go home, and he doesn't need to stay in Qu's mansion.

For some reason, he was suddenly a little unhappy and muttered, "I'm not going back."

Qu Fengyun raised his eyes to look at him.

"It was all to save me, and your hand was broken." Ruan Nian said, "I can't just leave like this, it's too ungrateful."

Qu Fengyun: "...I don't blame you."

"That won't work either," Ruan Nian said firmly, "I want to stay and take care of you."

Qu Fengyun: "There are many people in my house." There is no shortage of people.

Ruan Nian: "They are them, I am me, not the same."

Qu Fengyun looked at his pale and soft face and said, "Why is it different?"

Ruan Nian: "I'm an imperial physician."

Qu Fengyun: "...Oh."

At this time, a servant ran over and said that Liu Dameng had gone crazy again and smashed things in the room.

Qu Fengyun and Ruan Nian hurried over to take a look. As soon as Liu Dameng became poisonous, his whole body was itchy, and his temperament was irritable, smashing whatever he saw. He was so powerful that in the past it was Qu Fengyun who could hold him down. But now that Qu Fengyun's arm was broken, it was a little difficult to hold him down with one hand. He was accidentally hit in the nose by Liu Da's wildly waving hand, and the nosebleed suddenly flowed down.

"Ah!" Ruan Nian's heart was tensed up, and when he was in a hurry, he picked up the chair and slammed it down on Liu Dameng.

With a "pop", Liu Dameng fainted to the ground.

"Ah!" Ruan Nian ran over, raised his hand and wiped the blood from Qu Fengyun's nose.

"I'm fine," Qu Fengyun raised his head, but saw Ruan Nian's eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry, "What's wrong?"

"Ah..." Ruan Nian's voice trembled, "Did he... was killed by me? Did I, did I... kill?"

Liu Dameng's head was smashed with blood, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Qu Fengyun stretched out his hand to probe his breath and said, "I'm not dead, I still have breath."

Ruan Nian's eyes filled with tears, "Really?"

Qu Fengyun: "Really, if you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Ruan Nian cautiously put his hand in front of Liu Dameng's nose---there was still air.

Then, Qu Fengyun saw Ruan Nian's tears streaming down.

Qu Fengyun: "..." Didn't he die?

"It scared me to death," Ruan Nian sniffed, "I thought I killed someone."

Qu Fengyun raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his face, and said in a low voice, "Then you smashed so neatly just now?"

"I saw you bleeding..." Ruan Nian wiped her tears, and then she remembered that she quickly helped Liu Dameng to bandage, don't wait for the blood to die, "I'll go get the medicine box."

Qu Fengyun watched him run out, rubbed the tears on his fingers, and there was a faint smile on his lips

The guards of the East Palace saw the prince pulling a man to the bedroom, and remembered the rumors that the prince had a good relationship with Longyang not long ago.

"Murong," Gu Lang said, shaking his hands, "let go!"

"Let go?" Murong Yan said without turning his head, "Let you go to find that girl Wei?"

Gu Lang: ""

"I'm still waiting for the appointment here," Murong Yan gritted his teeth, "It's better for you to turn around and marry someone else?"

Gu Lang said helplessly, "I didn't say I wanted to marry Miss Wei..."

Murong Yan: "But you didn't say not to marry."

Still "hmm"? Um what, you're going to **** me off, aren't you?

Murong Yan pushed open the door, turned around and closed it again, grabbed Gu Lang's wrist and pressed the person against the door, and said solemnly, "Tomorrow, I will go and tell Old General Wei that you won't marry Miss Wei, and that you are my princess."

Gu Lang lowered his eyes and said without emotion: "I won't marry Miss Wei... and I won't be a crown princess."

Murong Yan looked at his trembling eyelashes, and asked angrily, "Why?"

Gu Lang was silent for a while, then said with difficulty, "I...don't like you."

I don't like it... He thought, maybe after saying this, Murong Yan couldn't ask for proof, and maybe he let go after being disappointed. But he heard Murong Yan laugh softly, as if he had heard a joke.

"Really?" He heard Murong Yan say, "You don't like me? So you don't want to be my crown princess?"

Gu Lang reluctantly said, "Yes."

Suddenly, his lower jaw was lifted, his lips softened, and a familiar breath came in.

"Hmm..." Gu Lang couldn't help grabbing Murong Yan's collar, he obviously wanted to push it away, but he couldn't help but pull it tighter. The absurd dream of the Bamboo Tower in the rainy night came out again, the scorching hot breath, the strong and unbearable desire/thought, such a sticky and sweaty body, such a long night...

Murong Yan backed away, gasping breaths between his nose. He rubbed Gu Lang's red lips with his fingertips and said slowly, "I don't like it? Then why do you blush? Why does your heart beat so fast? Why do you want to lie under me? name? If someone does something like that to you, can you tell him that it was an accident, so just treat it as nothing happened?

Murong Yan looked into Gu Lang's eyes, and said word by word, "Gu Lang, do you think you can hide it if you like it?"

Gu Lang's breath was unsteady, he looked away, and did not speak.

The room was silent for a while, except for the sound of each other's breathing.

Murong Yan's fingertips slowly rubbed his chin, stroked Gu Lang's delicate neck, and rubbed against his fair collarbone along the slightly open neckline.

"That's fine," Gu Lang heard Murong Yan say, "If you don't like it, then you don't like it. Anyway, this is a matter of body or mind, up to the princes and princes, down to the common people, isn't it common?"

Gu Lang: ""