Your Majesty, I am not worthy

When Chu Yuheng's attendant said that Wen Li's leg was broken by Chu Yumi, before Rong Mu had time to react, his wrist suddenly felt a pain when Chu Yuheng's sudden grip on him.

Chu Yuheng originally only wanted to imprison him, but he used a lot of force, as if trying to break his forearm.

Rong Mu frowned slightly.

But he knew a little bit in his heart.

The man presumably lost his sense of propriety when he heard that Wen Li's leg was broken.

Rong Mu flicked his wrists and elbows, and the clear white robe cast uncertain black shadows on the ground, trying to free his sore wrist from Chu Yuheng's tiger's mouth.

Chu Yuheng was shaken by Rong Mu's movements.

Under the clear moonlight, the whole long stone road was covered with a layer of silver dust, which made Chu Yuheng, who was dressed in black, even more stern.

When he let go, Chu Yuheng was still surprised.

At the moment Rong Mu was kneading the hand bones that he had grabbed just now, Chu Yuheng looked at the red marks left on Rong Mu's white belly.

He couldn't restrain himself, the force was too great.

"Does it hurt..."

"..."

Rong Mu pursed her lips and remained silent.

Chu Yuheng looked straight at Rong Mu's jade-like hands, right now there are only a few red marks, but I don't know if there will be black and blue after a while.

Rong Mu has a peculiar physique, and if he accidentally bumps into something, it will leave marks on his body.

Seeing that Rong Mu was still frowning and kneading the bones of his hands, Chu Yuheng felt guilt welling up in his heart: "Did I hurt you just now?"

The expression of the man in black was serious and condensed, as if Rong Mu's hands were not just a few simple red marks, but serious wounds with deep bone visible.

Being stirred up by the emperor's sudden apology, Rong Mu was also embarrassed to continue kneading his still sore wrist bones, but he still felt a little disgusted with his fragile skin: "I see that your lord seems to have something to do, If not, I'll go back first."

"Wait,? Ah Mu!"

Chu Yuheng wanted to reach out to stop Rong Mu, but remembering Rong Mu's red wrist just now, the hand that was blocking the man in white shrank back, but still hindered Rong Mu.

The man in black in front of him was like a black mountain, steadily blocking Rong Mu.

Rong Mu raised his eyebrows, wondering why Chu Yuheng spent time on him at this critical moment.

At this moment, Wen Li is the most important thing.

Although Chu Yumi is from a girl's family, Rong Mu understands that her temperament follows Chu Yuheng's, she is very stubborn and holds grudges.

Chu Yuheng can bear hatred for generals for more than ten years, and Chu Yumi's dislike for Wen Li will last for a long time.Chu Yumi never liked Wen Li, and if Chu Yuheng didn't go back to make decisions for Wen Li, Chu Yumi might do something even more extreme.

At that time, Wen Li won't be able to escape easily with a broken leg.

Suddenly the wind blew up, and the moonlight in the old neighborhood couldn't hold the small window of the inn. The fork that originally supported the window was not firm, and slipped and fell with a "click" in the wind.

Chu Yuheng's dark eyes tightened, and he quickly drew him closer.

The fork fell to the ground, but Rong Mu, who was almost hit by the hit, left Chu Yuheng's arms in an instant, still far away, and there was awe in Rong Mu's eyes: "Thank you."

Chu Yuheng was instinctive in protecting Rong Mu.

But Rong Mu's action of pulling away from him also seemed instinctive...

Chu Yuheng was unexpectedly blocked by Rong Mu again.

But his thin lips were pursed lightly, Chu Yuheng's eyes were burning, and he was still thinking about what An Yi had reported.

He also knows the temperament of his imperial sister, on the one hand he is anxious about Wen Li who has a broken leg, and on the other hand he is also anxious about Rong Mu who has just met for less than a day.He could take care of Wen Li but he couldn't take care of Rong Mu. If Rong Mu agreed to go back to the capital with him, he wouldn't be in such a dilemma right now.

But Rong Mu didn't want to go back to Haojing with him...

Could it be that he still needs to use the most extreme method he doesn't like to bring Rong Mu back.

In the calm moonlight, the breeze is rippling, there are dim lights passing through the winding alley, and the rhythm of horseshoes hitting the ground hits.

The street is no longer a suitable place for two people to talk.

Chu Yuheng suppressed the impetuousness in his heart, and his innate nobleness and arrogance weakened a bit: "Ah Mu...let's go in and talk."

The inn is not spacious.

Right now, the place where Chu Yuheng and Rong Mu sat was less than one-tenth of the space of the Imperial Study Room in Chu Yuheng Palace, and even the burning candles on the table made crackling and harsh sounds.

The black smoke from the charred wick spiraled upwards, becoming the only moving scene in the house.

Just now Anyi had already reported to Chu Yuheng everything that happened in Haojing, Chu Yuheng didn't intentionally put Rong Mu through, and let Rong Mu listen frankly.

But when the darkness receded, the room in front of the two was silent.

Holding the copper table with long and white fingers, Rong Mu put the burning candlestick further away, then Rong Mu looked at Chu Yuheng who had been silent all this time, his pupils reflected the figure in front of him: "So Why did His Majesty keep me?"

Chu Yuheng was worried about Wen Li's situation at the moment, and the only solution was for him to bring Rong Mu back to Haojing together, but Rong Mu was very stubborn...

Knowing that if he asked, he would not be able to get any good words like before noon, Chu Yuheng said in a low voice that was as silent as a cicada: "I can't bear you."

Rong Mu was not indulged in Chu Yuheng's affection, just now in order to remove the candlestick, hot wax oil almost dripped onto his hands, Rong Mu rubbed his fingertips now, trying to remove the candle that had just lifted the copper candlestick. Insensitivity dismissed away.

After the red marks on the fingertips dissipated, Rong Mu withdrew his hand: "Then what does His Majesty mean to not return to Haojing to deal with Wen Li's matter?"

"..." Through the bright candlelight, Chu Yuheng's eyes were bloodshot, "I can't delay my affairs with Haojing."

Let Mu have a meal.

Some understood what Chu Yuheng meant.

"So His Majesty wants me, but also Wen Li?"

"Ah Mu..." Chu Yuheng was a little embarrassed when Rong Mu talked about his thoughts, "I originally planned to stay with you in Lingqi County for a few more days, but Xiao Mi is making a lot of trouble in Haojing City right now, if I don't go back , she may cause Wen Li's murder, but I can't bear to part with you, and I want to take care of you personally, Jiangnan is still too far away."

Rong Mu only found it strange.

The cold comes and the summer goes, the clouds roll and the clouds calm, these ten years have passed, and when he looks back and thinks carefully, he has never seen Chu Yuheng lower his posture, and even discuss with him when it is difficult to make a decision.

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, so you can do whatever you want. You don't have to. In fact, if Your Majesty wants me to go back to Beijing, you can take me back with forceful means."

strong means...

Rong Mu's words made Chu Yuheng feel pain like being pierced through the stomach.

What's even more shocking is that Rong Mu actually knew his plan, and he really planned to take Rong Muqiang/captive back to Haojing at that moment.

"But I don't want to force you."

There is a lot of estrangement between him and Rong Mu, it's good that Rong Mu can deal with him calmly at the moment, if he really uses the king's power to force Rong Mu to go back, Rong Mu will be able to do the deadly thing.

Witty and resourceful, decisive and capable, Rong Mu can even abandon the official position that he has managed for many years.

Even if he brought Rong Mu back to Hao Jing for a while, he still couldn't keep Rong Mu Yi alive.

In the short quarter of an hour that he and Rong Mu wanted to talk, Chu Yuheng had already given up the idea of ​​forcing Rong Mu to go back.

After regaining his expression, Chu Yuheng raised his thin lips and said lightly: "I really don't want to force you, I put your wishes first."

Rong Mu's surprise could hardly be suppressed:?

"Your Majesty is not acclimatized to the south of the Yangtze River after coming from the capital, and the changes are really big."

Rong Mu paused for a moment, fearing that Chu Yuheng would not understand what he meant, he cut to the chase and said, "Actually, I've been surprised for a whole day, and I still don't know why His Majesty is so kind to me all of a sudden, and came all the way to Lingqi County just to see what he meant." To stay with me for a few days, I don't believe..."

So what did Chu Yuheng go through this year.

Only then did this person turn from indifference to himself to the humble and fragile today.

"Ah Mu, are you not used to me treating you like this?"

Now Rong Mu's thorns are sharp and flamboyant, each one is aimed at him unconsciously, he treats Rong Mu well, will Rong Mu not get used to it?

Rong Mu's shoulders were straight and his back was straight, his voice was much clearer than the night: "Your Majesty is arrogant, there is no need to change."

"But I'm trying to make up for it..." Chu Yuheng was quite powerless, "So no matter what I say, be it soft or hard, Ah Mu still doesn't want to go back to Haojing?"

If it was before, Rong Mu might still be soft-hearted, but now Rong Mu's heart towards Chu Yuheng is already as cold as ice, and even the tenderness that slightly raised the corners of his lips is fake to deal with the person in front of him: "Hao Jing is not as good as me. Words are not the starting point of becoming famous, but the source of all suffering."

"But I'm in Haojing, A Mu, don't you miss it?"

It is because Chu Yuheng is in Haojing that he will never go back in his life...

But Rong Mu couldn't tell Chu Yuheng straightforwardly, after all, he still wanted to save some face for the emperor.

Rong Mu moved his eyes to the white moths flying around the candlelight.

If it was in Haojing, these moths would hide in their cocoons in the winter, and would break out of the cocoons in spring when the weather was warmer. However, in Jiangnan, the four seasons are like spring. Right now, three or five moths are dancing around the candlelight. .

One of them suddenly pounced on the burning candle, and in an instant, its thin wing feathers were ignited by the fire, leaving only a breath of dazzling brilliance for the two spectators at the table.

Rong Muwu took the handkerchief by himself and gently brushed off the withered moth on the table: "Your Majesty thinks it is stupid... I have done this behavior of throwing fire once, and it turned out that it was nothing more than blowing my own body; so I don't need His Majesty to make up for it, it really breaks my sin."

The gentle voice flowed slowly in the room, and the candlelight softened the smooth side face of the man in white, leaving only a free and easy handsomeness with a rich halo.

Just like the open space where the sun and the moon are constantly exchanging, after the dark clouds pass, it is bound to be clear and clear.