The reborn sweet girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent prince hugs her and coaxes her!

I don’t know if the Qintian Prison’s calculations were wrong, or if the incident really happened suddenly.

After setting up camp, it started to rain heavily just after midnight.

Big raindrops fell from the sky, and in an instant the entire hunting palace was enveloped in a curtain of rain.

The rolling thunder woke everyone up.

The hunting palace that had fallen asleep became busy again.

Although the nobles have thick tents with raincloths on the top, they don't have to worry about rain leaks.

But the sound of rain hitting the raincloth was really annoying.

Coupled with the constant thunder crashing overhead and the faint roar of wild beasts in the distance, this night was really unpleasant.

And this night, for Xu Rongrong, the pain was even worse.

She seemed to be back on that rainy night again, with the heavy rain hitting her body like a whip.

She was trapped in endless darkness, and faint cries could be heard from all around. Gradually, the sounds became shrill and shrill.

She recognized that they were Wen Yao and Luo Shu's voices. They were asking her for help, but she was powerless.

Soon, the shrill voice disappeared, followed by various taunts, which came from all directions.

She couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, but she could clearly see their expressions. They laughed at her incompetence and mocked her for not being able to do her duty as a woman.

"Bitch, you deserve not to be loved by the Marquis!"

"You have usurped Mrs. Side's name for nothing, but you can't even see his face!"

"Master Hou feels disgusted even if he touches her!"

"It's useless!"

"useless!"

The curses and taunts mixed with the thunder gave her a splitting headache.

She put her head in her hands and wanted to shout.

But who can she call?

Who can come to save her, to help her?

It was as if her throat was being strangled and she couldn't make any sound.

She stretched out her hands desperately, but in the end she couldn't catch anything.

The next moment, everything stopped.

She just wanted to open her eyes, but a sharp arrow with a thunderbolt pierced through her chest.

She felt blood rushing out of her body, causing her whole body to convulse in pain.

When Mu Rong heard the shout and broke into Xu Rongrong's tent, this was what he saw.

The petite woman huddled up on the couch, holding her chest in her hands and trembling all over.

Wen Yao knelt down in front of the couch, calling helplessly to the lady, tremblingly wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

"What's wrong with her!" Mu Rong was shocked.

"Master Hou..." Wen Yao turned around, as if seeing a savior, "Save the lady."

Without thinking too much, Mu Rong quickly stepped forward and hugged Xu Rongrong tightly in his arms.

The girl in his arms seemed to have just come out of an ice cellar. She was so cold that he was frightened: "What on earth is going on? Is it an old illness?"

He had never heard that Xu Rongrong had such a serious old illness.

The royal doctor never mentioned this matter when diagnosing the pulse!How... is it so serious?

Wen Yao wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, shook his head and said: "It's not an old illness. But in the past two months, Miss has been like this every rainy night. The slaves don't know why. It will get better after the rain and the sky clears up. But In the past, it was just a headache, and the slaves would just take care of it. But tonight I don’t know why, even my heart starts to hurt.”

"Preach the doctor!" Mu Rong ordered.

"Don't...don't...no need..." Xu Rongrong muttered in confusion.

She suppressed the pain: "Wen... Wen Yao, don't worry... it will be fine in a while..."

She wanted to hold "Wen Yao's" hand, but today's hand was a bit big and she couldn't hold it, so she had to weakly pat him twice for comfort.

"Miss..." Wen Yao opened his mouth to speak.

Mu Rong shook his head and told her not to tell the truth.

The position where Xu Rongrong's hand was covering her heart was exactly where the arrow hit her in her previous life.

If it's not an old illness, it's a heart disease...

She must be in pain.

Mu Rong's heart twitched fiercely and he told Wen Yao: "See if the bonfire under the awning outside the tent has been extinguished. Go get some hot water quickly."

Wen Yao didn't dare to delay and quickly exited the tent.

Mu Rong took a deep breath, put his hand on Xu Rong Rong's heart, and slowly injected internal energy.

After burning the incense, Xu Rongrong stopped trembling, and the warm inner energy soothed her a lot.

But for her, who felt like she was in an ice cellar, this kind of warmth was not enough. She wanted more.

She subconsciously grabbed the big palm against her heart and clasped it tightly.

She wanted the warmth to be closer to her.

However, for Mu Rong, the soft spot on her chest was beneath his palm.Because of her strength, his hand tightly covered her round and delicate figure, and he was unable to pull away for a moment.

Xu Rongrong's breathing gradually calmed down, but her brows were still furrowed, thinking that her headache had not been relieved.

Mu Rong freed up his other hand and placed it between her eyebrows, also injecting inner energy into her.

After a long time, Xu Rongrong finally fell asleep in Mu Rong's arms.

The heavy rain outside the tent was turning into a lullaby in her ears, helping her drive away her nightmares.

……

Outside the tent, the heavy rain was carried by the night wind and danced around the awning, once again extinguishing the bonfire that Wen Yao had finally built.

Cold and wet, she bit her lip, shook her hands and lit another fire.

The wind and rain blew by, and only two wisps of black smoke rose up from the fire, and then they went out again.

Wen Yao raised his hand to wipe the rain from his forehead and rummaged anxiously in the bag, but it was empty and all the fire folds had been used up.

How to do……

The lady is still waiting for hot water...

"Here you go." A lit fire folder was handed over.

Mu Ai had been looking at it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear to take action, "This one is weatherproof and is commonly used when we march. It is different from the fire breakers you use at home."

Wen Yao quickly wiped the rain off his hands on the hem of his skirt and took it with both hands: "Thank you very much."

But her hands and feet were numb from the cold, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't light the firewood.

Seeing her clumsy movements, Mu Ai felt a little disgusted.He broke up the fire and filled it with dry wood, and the bonfire soon ignited.

"Thank you, sir!" Wen Yao stared at the bonfire, his eyes shining.

"First time out of the mansion?" Mu Ai raised an eyebrow.

Wen Yao nodded, a little ashamed of his clumsiness.

"My name is Mu Ai. Although the Marquis has been to Xu Mansion several times, he seems to have never seen you."

"My servant Wen Yao has been serving the eldest lady in the inner house, and Luo Shu is doing all the things outside."

"No wonder he's so stupid." Mu Ai muttered.

Wen Yao: "..."

She wanted to refute, but she thought that Mu Aigui was the deputy general of the army and had helped her today, so she held back: "I know my mistake."

"..." Mu Ai felt as if he had been punched into a pile of cotton.

But when he saw that her whole body was wet from the rain and her cheeks were purple from the cold, she still ignored him and only wanted to add firewood to boil water. He felt a little unhappy. He took off his cloak and handed it to her.

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment and refused: "Thank you, sir. I'm not cold."

"Put it on!" Mu Ai didn't have much patience. He directly wrapped the cloak around Wen Yao.

The sudden unfamiliar smell made Wen Yao very uncomfortable, but seeing the displeased look on the man in front of her, she had no choice but to endure it.

……

Inside the tent, Xu Rong was sleeping soundly, but Mu Rong was not having such an easy time.

Just now he was in a hurry, so he half-leaned on the couch and held her in his arms.

Half of his body was numb at this time, but he didn't dare to move for fear of accidentally waking her up.

In addition, one of his hands was still covering her heart, and the softness that rose and fell with her breathing made his palms feel hot.

He looked at her quietly, and traced the features in his mind countless times, so clearly and tenderly presented in front of him, constantly challenging his self-control.

After a long struggle between will and desire, he leaned down and pecked her lips.

She was sick, and he just wanted to taste the stolen peace to relieve his lovesickness.

But once he touched her, he wouldn't let her go, gently tracing the shape of her lips over and over again as if addicted.

Swallow it lightly and slowly let it go.

Over and over again, feelings surged out, motivating him to attack.

The lips were grinding back and forth, as if they were on a battlefield. The tip of his tongue opened her lips and teeth like a knife and spear, intruding fiercely and plundering them wantonly.

"Um..." She couldn't bear the loss of her breath and protested softly in a hazy state.

And this sound, like a horn driving the soldier forward, dispersed his will and led him to sink.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally let her go.

Looking at the red lips that were burned by him, he licked the corners of his mouth: so sweet, so hot.