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Chapter 117. Confused Night

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    "You are quite clear, Ye He is dead." Rong Shaoyang stared into her eyes, and once again said clearly word for word.

    A shaken expression appeared on Chuyao's face, she shook her head blankly, and murmured in a low voice: "No, no, you lied to me."

    Although she vehemently denied it, under the candlelight, her face turned pale in an instant, her lips lost a trace of blood, and her thick black eyelashes hung down, casting shadows on her blue eyes.

    Rong Shaoyang knew that as long as she was forced down, maybe she could escape from this self-painted cage, but she might really go crazy from then on.

    He took Chuyao's shoulders and pressed her in his arms, trying to give her strength and warmth. He whispered: "Your mother is not here, but there are many people around you, Ye Mao and Liu Shu all want you to live a happy life."  Good man, do you want to disappoint the living for the sake of the dead?"

    Chuyao struggled frantically, yelled, and used both hands and feet, just being held tightly in his arms like this.  When her confused eyes saw the scissors on the table, she got a little focus. She reached out and thrust the scissors into Rong Shaoyang's back.

    Rong Shaoyang was in pain, Chuyao took the opportunity to push him away and ran out of the house.

    The night was dark and the snow was falling heavily.

    It has been snowing for a long time, and there is already an extremely thick layer on the ground. Chuyao is only wearing a light jacket. She doesn't look at the road ahead, but just runs blindly.

    When she crossed the threshold of the palace gate, she fell heavily on the snow. She got up, continued to run wildly without any destination, and kept moving forward tirelessly.

    She ran to the highest palace wall of the imperial city, and stood there, looking out from the wall alone, foolishly. She stretched out her hand to the night sky, as if she wanted to catch the stars.

    A shooting star fell from the sky at this time, and her eyes followed it to look down. She took off her shoes, stood on the top of the wall, and looked at the darkness below.  The snow seeped into the socks and cooled the soles of her feet.

    "Mother, mother, wait for Yaoyao, Yaoyao is here to find you." Chuyao closed her eyes, opened her arms, with a smile on her face.

    Just as she was leaning forward, a pair of arms grabbed her ankles, dragged her down, and fell heavily on the snow-covered ground.

    Chu Yao opened his eyes and saw that it was Rong Shaoyang, with a crazy expression on his face again.

    Rong Shaoyang roughly dragged her up from the ground, before Chuyao could stand still, he reached out and slapped her loudly.

    This slap broke the silence of the night sky.

    "Song Chuyao, I misunderstood you. You are such a stupid person! Your mother lost her life to save you, but you committed suicide again and again. Then your mother's life was not lost in vain.  Is it?" Rong Shaoyang's voice was full of uncontrollable anger: "When you get to Huangquan Road, what kind of face do you use to face Ye He who died to save you!"

    Chuyao was stunned all of a sudden, her cheeks were burning with pain, her ears were buzzing, and blood was seeping from the corner of her mouth. She covered her face and looked sideways at Rong Shaoyang.

    "You are dead now, who will find out the mastermind behind the scenes, and who will avenge Ye He?" The next moment, Rong Shaoyang took Chuyao into his arms again, and instead of the tone just now, he softened: "Song Chu  Yao, if you want to hate, you can hate me, I promised to keep your mother and daughter safe, but this happened in Li Guo's palace, if you want to hate, you should hate me, don't torture yourself needlessly."

    Chu Yao's eyes slowly focused, and he beat Rong Shaoyang's shoulder, tears slipped from his eyes and rolled onto Rong Shaoyang's lapel.

    After beating for a long time, tired, she lay in his arms, sobbing in a low voice, the tears accumulated for too long, poured out all at once, like pearls with broken strings, wet Rong Shaoyang's skirt.

    The snow was still falling, getting bigger and bigger, and fell on the hair and shoulders of the two of them. The two stood quietly for an unknown how long, and Chuyao cried for an unknown how long, and his voice gradually weakened.

    For this snowy winter night, they were all wearing too thin clothes, and this kind of hug gave each other warmth.

    Seeing that she was only wearing a pair of socks on her feet, Rong Shaoyang frowned, picked her up horizontally, and put her arms around Rong Shaoyang's neck, still sobbing softly.

    Walking straight all the way to Fengxia Palace, Chuyao's tears gradually stopped flowing. Since she was seven years old, she knew that tears and weakness are the most useless things in the world, but he still couldn't help it.  It showed these two things that she had long since abandoned.

    Rong Shaoyang put her on the couch, sat beside her, took off her soaked socks, pulled the heater over, and got closer to her.

    Chuyao's face was covered with tears, she reached out to wipe it to make herself look less embarrassed, but when she raised her hand, she saw the blood stained on her cuff, she looked at Rong Shaoyang in astonishment.

      It belonged to him, she stabbed him with scissors, Chuyao suddenly remembered, with a little guilt in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Your back injury"

    No matter how high his martial arts skills are, Rong Shaoyang is still a body of flesh and blood. He has endured such a deep wound for so long because of her.  Chuyao turned around him, and saw a large amount of blood seeping out of the white clothes, which hurt her eyes so brightly, and so did Mother, her eyes became a little flustered, and she stood up: "  I'm going to call the doctor."

    Rong Shaoyang grabbed her wrist and said, "It's late at night, don't disturb others."

    That's right, Rong Shaoyang's current identity is the monarch of the Li country, and he was injured in the palace, so he must have alarmed the court and even the world.

    Chuyao turned around and looked at the wound that was still bleeding, frowned, turned around and took out gauze and gold sore medicine from the cabinet. These were left by the imperial doctor to change the wound on her hand, just in time for emergency use.

    "I'll help you apply the medicine." Chuyao looked at Rong Shaoyang, his eyes had regained their clarity.

    Rong Shaoyang unbuttoned his skirt, took off his jacket to his waist, and exposed half of his body to the cool air.

    Chuyao stood behind him, first washed the blood around him with water, and then carefully sprinkled the golden sore medicine, and wrapped the gauze from the shoulders to the back carefully, layer by layer.

    In the beginning, he only cared about the wound seriously, and when he tied the gauze after wrapping it up, his cold fingertips touched Rong Shaoyang's warm back, Chu Yao realized the difference between men and women.

    Rong Shaoyang was calm and composed. After wrapping up, he put on his clothes calmly, as if nothing had happened.

    Chu Yao withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes to put away the remaining gauze and wound medicine, and threw the blood-stained towel into the stove for burning.

    After everything was over, Chuyao stood in front of Rong Shaoyang and said: "You are right, my mother's revenge is still waiting for me to avenge, and I will definitely pay that person back ten times and a hundred times."

    Candlelight flickered in Rong Shaoyang's black eyes, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

    "You know who sent that person, don't you?" Chu Yao looked straight into Rong Shaoyang's eyes. In fact, she also had some guesses in her heart, but she didn't want to just assume that.

    Rong Shaoyang looked at her, her eyes were no longer empty, but full of hatred.

    "You already have a conclusion in your heart, so why ask me again." With such hatred, Rong Shaoyang seemed to be looking at his young self.

    "It's really his." Chuyao closed her eyes, her body wobbling and she leaned back, Rong Shaoyang took her arm and stabilized her figure.

    Chuyao stood still, with a cold smile on her face, she clenched her palms tightly, with her round nails embedded in her palms, and took a deep breath: "Rong Shaoyang, promise me one thing, okay?"

    Rong Shaoyang raised his eyebrows and waited for her next words. Chu Yao looked directly at him and said, "I want to kill him with my own hands."

    When she helped Rong Shaoyang defend Yezhou and repel the phoenix, she knew that she and Xiao Jing had officially become enemies, but she did not expect that he would send someone to assassinate him.

    During Rong Shaoyang's enthronement ceremony, Fengxia Palace was weakly guarded, allowing his people to take advantage of it.

    It will be a matter of time before Yan Guo and Li Guo fight, and it will be sooner or later that Rong Shaoyang will face Xiao Jing, and at that time, she will personally stab the sword into his chest.

    "Okay." Rong Shaoyang looked at her firm eyes and nodded.

    It is estimated that it will take some time to recover the troops consumed by the Yan State on the Mongolian border and the combat power that Wen State lost in Yezhou at that time, and this happens to be the best time for the Li State to recruit and train troops.

    It was already Zishi when Rong Shaoyang walked out of Fengxia Palace. Chuyao had been making such a fuss all night, and now she calmed down and lay on the bed, the moment when Ye He stood in front of her and was hit by an arrow appeared in her mind over and over again.

    The candlelight was reflected on her face, and the crystal tears in her eyes flowed down again. She put her hands on her chest and tightly clenched her fists.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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