The concubine is often fierce, the prince is too difficult to deal with

Chapter 85 Artificial Respiration 2
But now, he is handsome and pale.

As soon as those coquettish peach blossom eyes were closed, the coquettishness on the handsome face was suppressed.

Now he is like a broken doll, as if he will disappear at any moment.

Qin Muge's mood is extremely complicated at the moment.

She exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself down.

For some reason, when she could hardly feel Rongjing's pulse just now, her heart was suffocated, as if someone had suddenly strangled her neck at that time.

Now she still doesn't know what's wrong with Rongjing, and she doesn't dare to touch him rashly.

The slender bare hands lightly brushed Rongjing's neck, and found that the beating there became weaker and weaker.

As if, it will stop at any moment.

Qin Muge clenched his fists, tore off a piece of material from his shirt, and carefully wiped away the blood from the corner of Rongjing's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, she placed the back of Rongjing's head on her lap...

She was supposed to rescue him immediately, but when she saw Rong Jing's bright red lips, she hesitated.

Rongjing's breathing has been so weak that he can hardly feel it, and it seems that there is only one way to save him at this moment.

but……

Thinking of the previous scene in Peach Blossom Valley, Qin Muge hesitated even more.

It's true that my first kiss was given to Rongjing.

However, that was just a misunderstanding.

If we talk about the real first kiss...

It should be the one with Suyu just now, right?

Although it was the second kiss, it made her feel her heart beating like a drum.

Could it be that that is called throbbing?
Slightly pursing his lips, Qin Muge's eyes fell back on Rongjing's rosy lips again.

Suyu kidnapped her like that before, Si'er must have gone to Rongjing for help in a panic.

Maybe, the two of them had already met during the time when he was in a coma.

Suyu's martial arts is so strong, maybe he hurt Rongjing.

How to put it, Rong Jing was most likely injured because he wanted to save himself.

Now, he vomited blood out of his anger again.

It was a matter of course to save him by himself.

Having figured this out, Qin Muge pinched the tip of Rong Jing's nose with one hand, supported his graceful chin with the other, and lowered his head to print on his ruddy lips.

The four lips pressed together, giving Qin Muge a slightly weird feeling.

Rongjing's lips are warm, just like his smile is as charming as his.

Such a warm touch is completely different from Suyu's.

Suddenly realizing that he was comparing Rongjing's lips with Suyu's, Qin Muge's face turned red immediately.

She squinted her eyes, got rid of the distracting thoughts in her head, and focused on doing artificial respiration for Rong Jing.

Breathe, breathe out...

Qin Muge didn't dare to stop for a moment, lest Rongjing in his arms would die just like that.

Originally, walking directly on Tongque Street for a stick of incense would lead to the Weiyang Palace, but I didn't expect to walk for a quarter of an hour, and it was only halfway through.

And the place where Qin Muge and Rong Jing's carriage passed by happened to be the largest port in Luoyang... Li Gang.

In Ligang, Luoyang, flowers are blooming on both sides of the river, and willows are like silk.

The night in Ligang is full of feasting and feasting, and it is very lively.

Flower brocades are like weaving clouds, candlelight is flickering, singing and dancing are peaceful.

Fuyaju, located on the edge of Ligang, is famous in Nanling because "you can enjoy the scenery of Luoyang when you stand still, and you can absorb the colors of hundreds of rivers when you lie on your side".

Not only that, the open space with a radius of tens of miles in front of the pavilion was raised in captivity.

There are paddocks, archery fields, and racetracks inside, and it has also become a gold-selling cave for the entertainment of Luoyang nobles.

The fragrance of flowers is floating all over the building, and poets and poets are mixed among them.

Countless romantic and singing prostitutes, with green temples and beautiful faces.

On this day of every month, the ordinary young masters and young ladies in Luoyang will dress up and stop outside the paddock to watch from afar...

If one gets lucky and is favored by a prince or grandson, then the future will be bright and limitless!

In the morning, luxury carriages from Fuyaju drove into the front yard one after another, attracting crowds of onlookers to block the paddock.

Even Luoyang's official road... the traffic on Tongque Street was affected and became congested.

At this moment, a gorgeous carriage with a crimson eight-treasure roof was slowly moving with difficulty in the crowded crowd.

What is it if it is not the carriage that Qin Muge and Rong Jing are riding in?
"It seems that there is no need to slow down, it will not move at all!"

Si'er sitting in front of the carriage frowned, looking at the crowded crowd outside with dissatisfaction.

A sneer flashed across the corner of Su Mu's mouth, and when he raised his eyes, he could see Fu Ya Ju, which is not far away.

Su Mu still has some impressions of this Fuyaju gathering.

Speaking of it, it's just a group of rich second-generation officials/second generations who are showing off their extravagant/extravagant life of spending money like water.

It's just that before Si'er's voice fell, there was a suppressed discussion outside the carriage, "That's the Xiangfu's carriage!"

The sound was not calm, and another sharp voice rose again.

"That's right, the one sitting inside is Qin Muge! I heard that his appearance is ordinary, but he still attracts a beauty like King Weiyang to miss him. There must be some tricks!"

After the two shouts, the originally noisy Tongque Street fell into a strange silence for an instant.

Facing the snow-like eyes of the onlookers, the naive Si'er still couldn't bear it, and didn't know where to whip the horsewhip in his hand.

All of a sudden, that gorgeous carriage stopped in the middle of the wide Tongque Street under the eyes of everyone...

Everyone looked at the stationary carriage with bated breath.

Such a sudden noise and silence also attracted a group of noble young masters and ladies upstairs in Fuyaju who were enjoying the scenery.

"Hey... Isn't that the carriage of the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

There was a bit of sarcasm in the frivolous tone, and it was Shen Hanzhi, the grandson of Duke Yu who spoke.

Wearing a dark ink-colored robe, it looks suave and suave.

The long and narrow red phoenix eyes fell on Qin Muge's carriage, showing undisguised contempt.

The injury on his right hand has not healed yet, but it also made him hate Qin Muge even more.

"Is it is it?"

Shaking a feather fan and walking quickly to the edge of the railing, it was none other than Shen Hanzhi's biological sister, Shen Lingzhi.

Dressed in white clothes Shengxue, as delicate as her name should be, "Then don't we have another good show to watch today?"

"It's just a vulgar woman who has tarnished the name of the right minister's daughter for nothing. If I were her, I would hide at home all day and never go out."

It was Princess Tsinghua who answered the call.

She wore a fresh goose-yellow dress that hung down to the floor, and the light green tube top squeezed the white tenderness on her chest so that it was ready to come out.

These two ladies usually have some contacts with Qin Nuanxin.

Luoyang Mingzhu had robbed them a lot of the limelight before, and although they were friendly on the surface, there was also a lot of resentment in private.

Because the troubles in the Taihe Palace hadn't faded away, now that Qin Nuanxin was hiding in the Prime Minister's Mansion and dared not come out, they inevitably cast their contemptuous gazes and mocking words at Qin Muge.

The corner of Shen Lingzhi's mouth twitched, and he took a peek at the purple-clothed boy leaning on the railing, a faint blush welled up on his face.

Rong Yao is drinking wine lazily at the moment, with a loose posture, like a sleeping beast.

It's just that his eyes were fixed on the carriage surrounded by the crowd, and his black eyes were full of playfulness and attraction that he had never seen before.

Shen Lingzhi's hand clenched fiercely: he is interested in Qin Muge!
The door of memory slowly opens...

That year was also the first time she saw Rong Yao...

A young general sits proudly on a steed, confronting the North Korean giant with wit and bravery.

Standing on the city wall, she could see the young general in black shirt from a distance.

Like a god, he confronted the enemy fearlessly and never flinched.

At that moment, her heartstrings vibrated.

At that time, she was still young, and she didn't know what the shock in her heart was, she only knew that she could never look away.

Later, at the celebration banquet, she saw Rong Yao up close.

Such a handsome young man, with a gentle and refined appearance, does not tell that he is a general at all, but looks like a frail scholar.

However, she knew it was him.

The agitation in her chest and the beating heart let her know it was him.

Not everyone has the dazzling light that captivates all living beings.

He is always surrounded by mature and beautiful women, but he doesn't see her in his eyes.

Like now, the second meeting after three years...

He actually forgot about himself, but his eyes were fixed on Qin Muge...

The turmoil in her heart had already turned into a deep love, and his neglect caused a flame of anger to ignite in her chest, and then...

It exploded into a raging fire.

"Huh..." Shen Lingzhi let out a breath slowly.

Her soft and charming eyes moved away from Rong Yao's body, her face was so calm that no waves could be seen.

Shen Lingzhi narrowed her beautiful eyes, and a clever plan was formed in an instant.

She turned around gracefully, half-covering her face with a cattail fan, "It's rare that even the eldest son is here today, why don't we play a fun game?"

When everyone heard this, they became even more interested. In order to please Rong Yao, they all geared up, "Miss Lingzhi, tell me, how do you play?"

"Everyone knows that the son of the world likes archery on horseback. In the past, archery was a deadly target. Today... how about some excitement?"

After saying this, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she raised her wrist, pointing directly at Qin Muge's carriage in the Prime Minister's Mansion...

Although this Qin Muge is used to being weak, he is still the daughter of the prime minister's mansion.

And I heard that she also has some inexplicable/ambiguous relationship with the now favored King Weiyang.

It is really inappropriate to kill someone before he has figured out what King Weiyang is thinking.

Thinking of this, everyone was silent for a moment, looking at each other in blank dismay!

Useless things!
Shen Lingzhi cursed contemptuously in her heart, but her face was still charming and gentle.

"Don't get me wrong, the target I'm talking about refers to the objects on Miss Ye San's body. If anyone can use an arrow to take something from Miss Ye San's body without hurting her at all, he is the best of the best. Otherwise, I'm afraid those trivial skills may not be able to catch the eyes of the son of the world."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I will participate!" Princess Tsinghua was the first to speak.

The crisp voice was extremely pleasant to the ear, which attracted other noble young masters to follow suit.

"Count me in!"

"I'm coming too!"

All of a sudden, voices of participants came and went.

Some dudes have even started ordering the boys around them to go to the archery range to get their bows and arrows.

Seeing this group of people eager to try, a trace of complacency appeared on Shen Lingzhi's face.

She subconsciously glanced towards Rong Yao, but happened to meet a pair of black eyes.

The four eyes met, Rong Yao's gaze paused, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.

Although that glance was short, Princess Tsinghua's heart skipped a beat: he finally looked at me.

It's just... just now, Rong Yao's eyes were full of mockery, even pity?

(End of this chapter)