The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 126
She held the medicine and said to Han Qianmo, "You should soak your face with the medicine juice first, it will be very painful when you take it off after wearing it for so long..."

Han Qianmo took the medicine bowl in her hand and put it aside, looked at the newly scalded blood bubbles on her fingers, and sighed, "Ruo'er, let's get out of here, it's not safe anymore!"

"Why do you want to leave? You helped Zhou Qing get the fire ganoderma. If Feng Mochen is fine, he will definitely send someone to notify you, won't he?" Bai Liruo asked innocently, with a light twitch on the corners of his lips. Smile, such as pear vortex gorgeous open.

"It's Feng Mochen again!" Han Qianmo sneered, looking at the steaming bowl and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe I want to leave, I was seriously injured, and I have to go to another place to recuperate carefully, and I don't exist here at all For the medicinal materials you need, even if you only have Feng Mochen in your heart, how about me, Li Ruo, am I not even an ordinary friend?"

His voice was desolate and sad, full of resentment. Bai Liruo stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning. After a while, she stretched out her hand and said, "Qianmo, are you injured? Don't scare me, we Let's go, let's go now..."

"No need, let's wait here, maybe Feng Mochen will come to pick you up, he is the king of a country, there is nothing he can't do in the world, if you follow him, your eyes will heal soon! "Han Qianmo calmly, took a few steps back, looked at the gradually cooling concoction, his peach blossom eyes were dead silent, he didn't speak any more, just reached out and lifted a joint of the mask behind the ear, and pulled it hard, the skin of his face was almost torn, his chin Blood was drawn everywhere, he raised his hand, and the thin mask flew in the wind.

"Qian Mo, I'm sorry, don't be angry, I didn't mean it, where are you hurt?" Bai Liruo groped forward, his clear eyes were full of mist, he was sobbing, and he was about to cry.

Han Qianmo smiled slightly at Zhou Qing on the wall, shook his head and said, "My injury is in my heart, I'm sorry, I'm very depressed, for now, please ignore me!"

Bai Liruo's slender and thick eyelashes cast faint silhouettes on her fair eyelids, she lowered her head, and said lightly, "Qian Mo, in fact, after so much, love is really not the most important thing to me anymore. , I won't forgive Feng Mochen, just like I won't forgive myself, let's leave..."

Han Qianmo shook his head, "Give me time to think."

Next, Bai Liruo was alone, and sometimes she would grope onto the boulder and sit there for a whole day, and Han Qianmo never spoke to her again. There seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two of them. Language is needed, and everything can already be coordinated very well.

When Han Qianmo finished cooking, he just took the firewood and knocked on the pillars of the hut a few times, and Bai Liruo walked back slowly. When the road was slippery, Han Qianmo would step forward to help her, but he never Talk to her again.

Bai Liruo's hand rested on Han Qianmo's arm, the white snow on the ground reflected her cheeks as white as jade, the cold wind drove her hair, her breath turned into mist, "Qianmo, are you still angry?"

Han Qianmo didn't speak, but just helped her into the room, and helped her to serve a bowl of ginger soup. She held the ginger soup, her face became much rosier, and there was a pulse of starlight in her hazy eyes, as if she could see Han Qianmo's face , "Qian Mo, don't be angry, okay, I will never mention Feng Mochen to you again."

Han Qianmo still didn't speak, and put the roasted sweet potatoes in Bai Liruo's hand. They are at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, and their life is usually very hard. Unless they meet small animals hibernating in the snow and occasionally add food, they are usually sweet potatoes. Or some grain from villagers.

Bai Liruo took a sip of the ginger soup, her chapped lips turned rosy, and her cold fingers warmed up a bit as she held the bowl, a smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and she said in a self-deprecating way, "Qianmo, don't you ignore me anymore , I’m going to forget how to speak, my eyes are blind, it’s already very pitiful, and if I become dumb again, won’t I be even more pitiful?”

Han Qianmo sighed, stood up, still silent, went out to chop wood, the sound of him chopping wood came into her ears, she listened with a smile, peeled the hot sweet potatoes, put the half-peeled sweet potatoes on the plate, He shouted to the door, "Qianmo, you are working after eating, and I will play the piano for you, okay?"

Han Qian put down the ax angrily, entered the door, ate the sweet potatoes, found that she hadn't moved a mouthful, wanted to speak, but was unwilling to talk to her like that, then took her hand and wrote in her palm, "I'll go The market will exchange some rice noodles for you, there is food on the stove, be careful yourself!"

Bai Liruo held his hand with a smile. She couldn't see him, but she could imagine him raising his hand sullenly, nodded and said, "Qianmo, I'll wait for you at home. When you come back, remember not to be angry anymore and talk to me." !"

Han Qianmo withdrew his hand, carried some raw sweet potatoes on his back, and walked towards the market. Bai Liruo sat on the kang and played the qin. The qin was a six-stringed qin made of very rough horsetail. Afterwards, in her hands, it seemed to be alive, mellow, graceful, and powerful.

Staying in the house was boring, so she took the piano and went to the boulder in the snow mountain, sitting in the wind, her hands fluttered on the strings, and the melodious singing sound spread far away, her delicate eyes stared at the distance , as if she could see, there was longing in her eyes.

On the second day after Han Qianmo left, the door of the hut was pushed open, and the man stepped on the snow and approached. Bai Liruo heard the movement, his fingers were still on the strings, and he looked back slightly. At this time, Han Qianmo was already hanging by the door. There is a sign of exemption from medical examination, so it cannot be a villager.

"Qianmo, are you back?" Bai Liruo stood up, hugged the piano and wanted to get closer, but slipped on his feet and almost fell, the man hurried forward and reached out to support Bai Liruo.

Bai Liruo felt that something was wrong with Han Qianmo, a gust of cold wind blew, and there was a faint fragrance of cold in the air, she leaned closer, sniffed the man's clothes, frowned and said, "Qianmo, where did you get that?" It smells good, but it smells good. Have you picked a lot of medicine recently? The smell of medicine is also very strong..."

The man didn't speak, but with trembling lips, he took Bai Liruo's hand and wrote on her palm, "Ruo'er..."

Bai Liruo smiled, and entered the door with the support of the man. She wrinkled her nose and said, "Are you still worried that I will go back to find Feng Mochen, so you won't talk to me? Don't worry, I said I would never forgive him again. I will never forgive you, Qianmo, talk to me, okay?"

The man didn't speak, but a drop of crystal liquid hit the back of his hand supporting Bai Liruo. Bai Liruo flinched, she wiped off the water drop on the back of her hand, and wanted to look up at the sky, but she couldn't see anything. He said lightly, "Is it going to rain? I still have clothes that I haven't collected..."

The man helped her into the house, pressed her on the kang, and wrote in her palm stroke by stroke, "I'll come, tonight, there will be a lot of delicious food."

Bai Liruo smiled and nodded, "Did you trade a lot of things in the market? We are like this, it's not good. We always trade sweet potatoes, and the sweet potatoes are not our own. When spring comes, we will grow some ourselves." Food, okay?"

The man nodded, tears rolled down his cheeks, trembling, he wrote with difficulty in her palm, "Okay."

For dinner, there are really many delicious dishes, such as sweet and sour pork tenderloin, candied sweet potato, roasted pork with pineapple, red bean pumpkin, and the strangest thing is that there is also a grilled mandarin duck platter. When she was cooking the platter, her expression changed, but she returned to normal in an instant. She tilted her head and said lightly, "Qian Mo, what's wrong with you? Why are you all sweets? Didn't I say that I have given up sweets?" ?”

The man took a deep breath, took Bai Liruo's hand, and wrote in her palm, "If you like it, keep liking it, don't embarrass yourself."

Bai Liruo retracted her hands as if they had been burned, she put down her chopsticks, shrank into the kang, shook her head and said, "No, people can't be greedy, my eyes can't see, your legs are lame, Feng Mo Chen is bedridden, this is all retribution, the retribution for our previous greedy calculations, Qianmo, can we leave, I am very afraid, I don’t want Feng Mochen to find me, I don’t want to dwell on the past..."

The man looked at Bai Liruo with a complicated expression, leaned forward slightly, held her hands, and after a while, pulled out her right hand, and wrote very slowly, "Are you still refusing to forgive him?"

Bai Liruo "looked" at Han Qianmo in a daze, the warmth she left for her was still in her hands, her clear eyes were slightly rippling, and the thick mist was getting thicker and thicker in her eyes, she shook her head slowly, a little Puzzled, "Qian Mo, what's the matter with you recently? Why do you always mention him? If you are still worried that I will return to him again, let's leave, shall we?"

The man closed his eyes in pain, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, he was not writing, he just stood up, looked at the table full of wine and food, slowly, little by little, he didn't know, it turned out that she had quit the sweet thing.

Bai Liruo sat on the kang at a loss, plucking the strings unconsciously with her fingers, she didn't know, she said something wrong again to make him unhappy, she just tuned the tone of the piano over and over again.

The night wind was blowing against the small wooden door, and flapping the window paper hastily, Bai Liruo curled up slightly, the kang was no longer warm, and Qianshang didn't pay attention to her when she got angry.

She sat there pitifully holding the piano until the door was pushed open and a burst of cold air flowed into the room. She opened her eyes wide and asked, "Qian Mo, what did you do? You scold me when you are angry." Okay? Don't ignore me anymore..."

A vague sigh escaped from the man's thin lips. He held a bowl of steaming shredded pork noodles and placed it on the low table in front of Bai Liruo. He took Bai Liruo's hand and approached the soup bowl. If she smelled a scent, she sniffed and said with a smile, "So you went to cook the noodles, it smells so good..."

The man handed the chopsticks to her hand, reached out and stroked her cheek, Bai Liruo smiled contentedly, picked up the chopsticks and picked the noodles carefully, she ate very delicately and gracefully, as if she was afraid of getting her clothes dirty, the man Taking the chopsticks in her hand, he picked up Huarun's noodles and gently fed them into her mouth.

Bai Liruo "looked" at Han Qianmo in a daze, there was no reflection in her dim eyes, she swallowed the noodles, her snow-white cheeks turned pale pink, and said worriedly, "Qianmo, why are you suddenly becoming more careful?" I'm blind, but I can still take care of myself at least..."

The man put down the bowl and wrote in her palm, "I want to take care of you and love you for the rest of my life, don't drive me away, okay?"

Bai Liruo smiled, Jueyan's face was like a spring breeze, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. She held his hand and said with a smile, "Now you are taking care of me, a blind man, how can I drive you away?" , and this is your territory, I'm thankful that you didn't drive me away."

(End of this chapter)