C9 Forgotten Childhood

"This King wants to see if you can do your duty and do what you should do." When Qian Mu saw that his shadow was blocked by the curtain, he truly let out a sigh of relief. Although he didn't openly agree, but his words were almost a response now. After all, she knew that from the start, this Pluto had never intended to look at her in the eye. To be able to speak to her like this was already a very good thing.

Releasing her tightly clenched fist, her fingernail left a few marks on her palm. Moving her somewhat stiff fingers, she heard the sound of someone getting off the carriage, lifted open the curtain, and jumped off the carriage. Beside her was her follower holding an oil-paper umbrella, and as she looked at the Ethereal Reflection, who was elegantly sitting at the stone table in the pavilion and listening to the rain, she suddenly felt that this was a beautiful scenery of rich embroidery.

The autumn rain brought cold air down, and the dried wood could only feel the scent of autumn. Thinking back to when she was facing the cold, she could only hide in a pile of grass in a dilapidated temple, shivering, or looking for a hill without people to eat some herbs to warm her body, those days when she could not live on, those days when she was alone, she did not like them. But now, by Ming Fan's side, it also made her feel uncomfortable.

"The rain won't stop for a while." Mu Qian did not sit down at the table, nor did Ming Ruofan pay any attention to her. This kind of disregard was exactly what she liked, and her rational emotions told her that she could not have any further contact with Ming Ruo Fan.

"Give the order, we can't stop here if the rain is light." After hearing Zhong Li Luo's words, Ming Ruo Fan raised his head and cast a glance at him, then looked towards the outside of the pavilion. The rain was like a waterfall curtain, falling harder and harder, only four or five guards remained inside, while the rest of the guards and the carriage were crowded together.

Zhong Li Luo looked around. Indeed, this place could be used as a temporary shelter from the rain, but if he continued to stay here, it would make people sick. It was just that this place was not safe.

"Yes." Zhong Li Luo nodded and waved to the guards by the side, instructing them in a low voice. When Qian Mu heard their conversation, he looked around involuntarily. It was a familiar smell! A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a familiar aura. It was the smell of the black clothed man's blood that day. Qian Mu couldn't help but tighten his spine as he carefully looked at his surroundings.

"What's wrong?" His impression of this wangfei was neither good nor bad, if he were to put it more accurately, he had no impression at all. Originally, he didn't approve of Ming Ruofan taking her on this trip, but unfortunately, the trip wasn't considered short. And with Ming Ruo Fan's body, there was something rare that was useful to him.

"Gui Hua, are there any osmanthus trees here? The osmanthus flowers must have bloomed really well. It smells so good. " Qian Mu looked at Zhong Li Luo and Ming Ruo Fan who were looking at him. Subconsciously, he didn't want to say that the man had a familiar aura. She wasn't sure if it was him or not, but she couldn't say it now.

"Osmanthus Flower?!" Zhong Li Luo instantly became vigilant, including the few guards around him who subconsciously tensed up their bodies and looked around sternly. Ming Ruo Fan looked at Qian Mu, his deep eyes staring at her, and then he squinted his eyes, bringing with him a dangerous aura. The moment he turned around and stood up, the king's aura made Qian Mu feel pressured.

"Indeed... "Very fragrant." He lowered his head and sniffed at the top of her head, as if he didn't know what was going on. His body was stiff, but he couldn't move. He subconsciously felt that if he struggled now, he would definitely anger this man, because … He could only endure the scorching aura coming from above his head, as well as his own arms that instantly tightened around his waist. This man who was sometimes ice-cold and sometimes seductive, was difficult for him to see through, not to mention that he had too many secrets as a king, just his mood alone was enough to cause her forehead to ache. The only thing she could do was to endure whatever the man said and did, regardless of what his actions or actions were.

"Let's go take a look." It was only when Ming Ruo Fan pressed Qian Mu's head into his chest that he turned his head to look at Zhong Li Luo, his gaze fixed on a certain spot. Zhong Li looked at the postures of Ming Ruo Fan and Qian Mu, and then turned his head to signal the pavilion's guards to guard Ming Ruo Fan.

The sound of Zhong Li Luo's footsteps had left, and his breath was blowing on his exposed neck. His body was tense, and he didn't seem to care, but when he embraced her like this, they could see the complex look in his eyes. The scent of osmanthus in his blood, the resistance of his dried blood to the poison, and the smell of osmanthus was much more acute than theirs, even though his sense of smell was much sharper than normal people's, but when he wasn't away from her, he could tell that the complex look in his eyes was actually the first thing that had happened to be different from her.

Zhong Li came back, and only shook his head at Ming Ruo Fan's questioning look. However, he took out a small, thin, blood-red wooden tablet from his bosom, and when Zhong Li closed his palm, Ming Ruo Fan didn't even see what he was holding. Zhong Li Luo and Ming Ruo Fan looked at each other, and the expression in their eyes became complicated.

"Continue on your way." It wasn't until he was pulled into the carriage in a daze that Qian Mu realized that when Ming Ruofan suddenly hugged him, he probably didn't want him to see something he shouldn't have seen. With such a precaution, Qian Mu only maintained his silence, and if he let her know everything, she should worry. After all, she didn't want to be entangled with him too much, and hoped even more that she would be able to leave the mansion in the future.

When she thought of leaving, Gan Mu calculated the amount of money she had left so far. She suddenly realized that her storage space was not enough to last her one month of living expenses. Originally, she had received jewelry from the palace, but … A gift from the royal family, if pawned, would be a crime of great disrespect, wouldn't it?

This king has checked that you only came to the Imperial City to beg when you were ten years old, but did not find out anything about what happened before you were ten years old, including that when you were in the Imperial City, you did not beg like a beggar for days at a time, but instead went up the mountain at regular intervals. Can you tell me where you were before you were ten years old? This was the most he had ever said to himself, but it was also considered as breaking the barrier between them. He had frankly investigated his past and his life before entering the palace, and he knew that not only him, but many people had already investigated this matter, but before he was ten years old …

"I don't know where I was before I was ten, but in fact... I can't remember anything that happened before I was ten years old. Why did I come to the Imperial City to beg? Why did I come to the Imperial City? I don't even remember, but as for going up the mountain, it's because an old Qi once opened a herb shop, and I liked those that didn't. When I was eating without worry, I would go up the mountain by myself to look for the medicinal herbs described by him. At this moment, Qian Mu suddenly felt a little lucky. He had said one more word when he applied the medicine to Serenity yesterday, but most of it was true. She really didn't know anything about what happened before she was ten years old. It was as if her life had started when she was ten years old. Was she an orphan? She knew nothing of this.

"You don't know?" He closed his eyes and leaned against the cushions of the carriage. In the silent space, people would always feel suppressed, but fortunately, every time he and Ming Ruo Fan conversed, he would feel nervous, as if he was afraid that he had said something wrong or that he had said too much. When he saw his silence, he would unknowingly relax.

No matter how she thought about it, it was all about Ming Ruo Fan. The carriage slowly moved forward in the rain until noon, and Ming Ruo Fan did not continue pursuing her previous topic, she would not be foolish enough to think that it was over like this, but if he could investigate it himself, it would not have anything to do with her, anyway, she had spoken the truth, and she did not remember it.

After eating a little in a hurry, the carriage continued on its way. When they found an inn to rest in the evening, the rain still did not stop, and Gan Mu and Ming Ruofan were in the same room. She had no right to express disagreement with this arrangement, so she could only follow behind with resignation.