Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"..." Murong Canghai lifted his robe and threw it back, squatted down in front of her on one knee, held her sprained left foot in the palm of her hand with both hands, and carefully checked it and found that there were signs of swollen ankle.

His palm half clenched into a fist, covering the sprained place, and groped gently. After a while, Su Yueming felt a warm feeling penetrated into her flesh and blood through his palms. The stinging feeling was actually

It slowly dissipated a little.

Then, he pressed the bone of the ankle and exerted a little force, and only a click sound was heard...

"Ah..." She screamed subconsciously, but it didn't hurt.

"Try to walk." Murong Canghai bent down and helped her up and said.

"Yes." Su Yueming stood up and carefully stepped out his left foot and stepped on the ground.

"How is it?" the old man next to him asked nervously.

"..." Su Yueming shook her head, "It doesn't hurt much." There was no such biting pain when she fell from the tree, but only a slight pain.

"That's good, then I'll go down the mountain first and let the old woman prepare breakfast." The old man bent down and picked up the herbs picked by Su Yueming, carried them down the mountain in the basket behind him.

Su Yueming limped and prepared to go down the mountain.

"Come up." However, to her surprise, Murong Canghai squatted down directly in front of her and ordered, "I will carry you."

"No need, I can leave." She instinctively refused, "Ah..." But, without saying anything, he had already raised her legs with both hands, letting her lie on his back, stepping on some

The rugged mountain road goes down the mountain.

"You..." she shouted helplessly.

He bowed his back, his back was wide and hard, exuding an evil aura that belonged to him, and she couldn't breathe.

This posture forced her to lie on his shoulders, and her hair floated up and quietly wrapped around him, making a lingering feeling in the air.

"Ah!" He stepped on the stone and slid his feet. Su Yueming bumped forward and naturally hugged his neck.

In this way, the two of them posted tighter.

Su Yueming frowned, but did not see the malicious smile on the corner of his lips.

To return to the small house at the foot of the mountain, you have to pass through a pear forest. Su Yueming raised her head and looked at the snow-white area.

The pear blossoms are densely packed, like white clouds in the sky, like snowflakes in winter, like stars in the night sky, breeze blows on the face, and the fragrance of pear blossoms in the air is floating slowly, and people's hearts are intoxicated.

At this time, it is the season when the pear blossoms are about to fade. After the breeze, the pear blossoms all over the woods fall like snow, floating, flowing brightly and crystal clear.

"It's snowing." She suddenly shouted softly. At this moment, she looked like a little girl, and her face showed unprecedented joy and innocence.

Murong Canghai turned around and caught the unburdened smile on her face. It seemed as if the breeze was blowing by his heart, and a ripples arise.

The pear snow fell on their clothes, and everything was beautiful like a dream.

For a moment, it is enough to make people forget all the worries of time, and even forget who you are.

He put her off his back, hugged her horizontally, and looked at her quietly. Such beauty seemed to make them temporarily forget the horizontal groove between them and their respective missions.