"Zi Xun will not harm the prince. The prerequisite is that the prince will drink the medicine later. When Zi Xun came back, he met Lian Mo and brought the medicine back."

Inside the small bowl, the dark concoction was still steaming. Su Zixin knew that it was a tonic used to treat a woman's miscarriage without even smelling it.

"Can I not drink it? It's very bitter."

Most afraid of bitter things, most fond of sweet things.

Leng Yuhan will run away when encountering bitter taste, and will be so greedy when encountering sweet taste that she can't walk away. She is a delicious woman.[

"Don't want to drink? Zi Xun has many ways to make the prince take the initiative to drink."

How can you get better if you don't take medicine when your body is injured?

There was no room for negotiation. Su Zihun was not afraid of Leng Yuhan's disobedience and did not care about Leng Yuhan's noble status as a prince.

"Well, forget it, I will just drink it."

Seeing Su Zi Xun's fearless attitude, Leng Yuhan decided that if he and Su Zi Xun were alone together in the future, it would be better to play a more obedient role to avoid asking for trouble.

"Very good. After drinking, we will go back to the cave to rest. Your Majesty, will you stay at Zhaoxi Tower tonight?"

Don't you want to make up for the debt you owe yourself these past two years?

Su Zihun looked at Leng Yuhan who was still trying very hard to swallow his food, and he couldn't help but feel a so-called happiness in his heart.

What's wrong with polyandry? When she belongs to him, wouldn't it be great if she could make him feel the taste of happiness?

For an inexplicable moment, Su Zixin was shocked by the thoughts in her heart.

"receive!"

Still gnawing on the ribs, Leng Yuhan raised two fingers inarticulately as a response to Su Zixin.

Isn't it just a strange handsome man having a night of indulgence with a little girl lingering in the flowers?

Commonly known as 'ONE NIGHT IN Huangfeng! WHO is afraid of WHO!'

After a sleepless night, Leng Yuhan had a nightmare.

In the dream, Leng Yuhan saw Mo Yuzhuang covered in blood standing among a dozen wild wolves fighting to kill him, saw Shangguan Lin's bright red body lying on his bed, and saw Ran Mo

Feng opened his empty lips and said something to himself, which frightened Leng Yuhan to the point where his whole body felt wet and cold. The frightening color of blood in his dream disturbed his sleep.

"no, do not want!"

Leng Yuhan sat up straight and took a deep breath.

It's so scary, why do you see so much blood?[

Is Shi Hanyan blaming herself for not protecting those flower-like men?

"Having a nightmare?"

Su Ziyi was a light sleeper, but when she was disturbed by Leng Yuhan's drastic movements, she woke up immediately.

"Zi Xun, did I not do a good enough job, so I made you injured one after another?"

Holding Su Zixin's sleeve tightly, Leng Yuhan seemed to have grasped the straw that could calm him down. He looked at Su Zixin's face that showed no sign of fatigue at all, and asked in panic.

"The prince is referring to Ran Mofeng?"

Reaching out to pick up the handkerchief on the hanger, Su Zixin wiped the cold sweat from Leng Yuhan's forehead, her bright eyes were filled with worry, and her brows were frowning, as if in the clear autumn.

"It was me who harmed Mo Feng, Yuzhuang, and Lin. It was all because of my lack of careful consideration that they suffered so many unnecessary disasters."

Leng Yuhan, who was in panic, cried uncontrollably. His tears were wiped on Su Zixin's white nightgown without hesitation, and he hugged Su Zixin tightly.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to blame yourself. It is a common sense thing for the Three Kingdoms to go to war with Huangfeng. Ran Mofeng is Long Liang's prince. If Long Liang attacks Huangfeng, he will be implicated. He will die.

Escape, just having your tongue cut out, can be considered an unlucky blessing. Your Majesty should think of the good things."

Isn't it because Long Liang and Huang Feng got married so that they could use Ran Mofeng's death to attack Huang Feng?

Now that Ran Mofeng had his tongue cut off in Prince Huang's palace, Long Liang used this as an excuse to attack Huangfeng and seek justice for Ran Mofeng, which was the best time to start a war.

If the war breaks out in Longliang, what will happen to Xi Lingyu?

Will he join the war?

Su Zixin began to have worries in his heart. He was the general of the Western Territory, and his eldest brother was the number one general of the Shao family's soft guard in the Western Territory. When the Western Territory fought against Huangfeng, his eldest brother and he would definitely return to defend the Western Territory.

Lead and defend the female army from the enemy.

At that time, what should he do with the woman?

My thoughts are messy, like petals flying at night, with a sense of melancholy and low sadness. I am confused and weightless, as clear as the bright moon.

"Your Majesty, please save Prince Mo Feng. I beg you, Your Majesty."

A hoarse cry for help outside Su Ziyuan interrupted Leng Yuhan's cry of guilt and intruded into Su Zixin's restless and daydream mind.

"Zi Xun? What are you shouting outside the door? Help me go out and take a look."

Holding Su Zixin's arm, Leng Yuhan held on to his uncomfortable body and tried to get up and down.

"good."[

The sky is getting brighter and the dew and rain are beginning to thicken.

Su Zixin opened the cloud window and looked at the gray sky outside the building, took a fleece and put it on Leng Yuhan to block the morning dew moisture, and walked down to Zhaoxi Tower with Leng Yuhan in her arms.

Downstairs, Lian Mo got dressed and waited outside.

"Lian Mo, did you arrange this cruel trick so early in the morning for my husband to see?"

The person who spoke was Su Zihun. He could hide such a shrewd drama from a woman, but he couldn't hide it from him.

"Returning to Prince Xun's words, Prince Mo Feng refused to receive medical treatment since he woke up, and he also refused to open his house to see people. Therefore, Lian Mo took the courage and allowed Prince Mo Feng's personal attendant to wait outside Su Ziyuan. Lian Mo

Mo knows that he has disturbed the prince and Prince Zi Xun, so he will go to Lan Guan Yuan to get twenty sticks."

Kneeling down and bowing her head, Lian Mo's attitude when speaking was neither humble nor overbearing, which made Su Zixin look at her somewhat differently.

"My lord, have you robbed everyone?"

Turning his eyes back to the woman in his arms, Su Zixin unconsciously hugged her tightly. The waiters around the woman all had the idea of ​​​​drawing other men to Su Ziyuan to prevent the woman from staying with him. How could it be like this?

Let him let her go safely?

"Zi Xun, Mo Feng hurts his body, which is beyond human endurance. I, the King, will go and have a look, okay?"

The night in Zhaoxi Tower belongs to Su Zixin.

Leng Yuhan abided by the rules and refused to force anything. She nestled in Su Zixin's arms and begged for discussion as a woman instead of giving orders as a prince.

If he asks her to go, she will go; if he is sad and refuses to let her go, she will not go.

The most fundamental thing about protecting a person is to first learn to respect that person's choice. If you don't know how to respect, you have no qualifications to protect him.

"That's all. Lian Mo, please get up. Your Majesty hasn't spoken yet, so how can I punish you?"

Slap someone rather than slap in the face, Lian Mo’s master is the woman in his arms.

Su Zixin did not go so far as to abandon a woman's dignity and status.

"Thank you, Prince Zi Xun, for your kindness."

Lian Mo kowtowed loudly towards Su Zixin, stood up and stood beside Leng Yuhan.

"Lian Mo, lead the way to Yanran Pavilion."

Had your tongue cut out?

Su Zihun also wanted to visit that fairy-like man whose whole body was filled with lotus fragrance and who never interacted with them.

The road from Su Ziyuan to Yanran Pavilion is not far. Leng Yuhan nestled in Su Zixin's arms while half asleep and half awake, feeling infinite desolation in his heart.

Pushing open the vermilion door of Yanran Pavilion, the courtyard is still as green as before, and the room is full of lotus fragrance. It is still the soft moonlight with a white halo, but inadvertently, it is filled with the blood floating in the air.

Fishy, ​​fresh and greasy mouthfeel.

Outside the Yanran Pavilion, kneeling were a dozen maids and waiters, all of whom were temporarily transferred from other courtyards. Because Ran Mofeng refused to take medicine and refused to let anyone into the house, there were no exceptions.

The maids and waiters were all kneeling outside and waiting.

"Zi Xun, let me down. Also, help me open the door."

The door bolt was fastened tightly, and it looked like it was locked from inside the house.

Leng Yuhan left Su Zixin's arms and pointed at the buckle on the door of the house.

"Can Zi Xun still be the prince's locksmith?"

The words were very harsh, Su Zixin raised his sleeves and waved a palm with profound skills at the door leaf, shaking open the door bolt.

"Thank you. Lian Mo, go and heat Prince Mo Feng's medicine."

Picking up the cold concoction on the ground and handing it to Lian Mo, Leng Yuhan walked into the door, turned around and ordered, "Let everyone go and have a rest. It would be nice to have me here. Zi Xun,

You should go back too."

"Your Majesty is very good at burning bridges across rivers?"

Throw it away after using it?

With the worry in his eyes, Su Zixin couldn't bear to add to the woman's troubles. He laughed at himself sarcastically, got into the sedan chair handsomely, glanced at the woman's clothes through the sedan window as she walked into the inner room, and gave instructions.

The attendants lifted the sedan chair and returned to Su Ziyuan.

"Alas, Lord who speaks a different mind."

Looking at Su Zixie's figure without looking back, Leng Yuhan's head felt tense and numb.

Having too many men is really not something worth praising.

"Mo Feng?"

Without too much unfamiliarity, Leng Yuhan walked into the house and saw the thin man squatting in the corner, shivering and retreating when someone appeared.

"Mo Feng? It's my king, it's my king."

Even if there are thousands of words, they can't resist the grievance and pity filled with fear in the man's heart.

Leng Yuhan stretched out his trembling arms towards Ran Mofeng, who was so startled that he even stepped back.

"Mo Feng? I am Yan'er, I am your Yan'er."

The shrinking body was already haggard from the pain in her mouth. When Ran Mofeng heard Leng Yuhan's voice, she turned around in horror, her lotus eyes flashed with countless waves, and she quickly covered her red and swollen face to prevent Leng Yuhan from seeing it.

The squatting and curled body moved tightly into the cave, making whining sounds.

"Mo Feng, don't be afraid, okay? I am Yan'er, your wife. With Yan'er here, Mo Feng will never be hurt again, and Yan'er will never abandon you again, okay?"

Leng Yuhan slowly approached Ran Mofeng. After Ran Mofeng put down his resistance a little, he followed Ran Mofeng's example and squatted down on the small corner of the cave, looking face to face with Ran Mofeng.

"Mo Feng, pain is to train people to grow. Isn't there a saying that says, 'Heaven is going to give a great responsibility to a person, but he must first work hard on his mind, work his body and skin, and deplete his body, and only then can he achieve great success.'" Mo Feng

, don’t lose the courage to live, never do that. Although Yan’er doesn’t have the ability to hold up the sky with one hand, Yan’er will do her best to stay by Mo Feng’s side and bring all the happiness and joy to Mo Feng.

.Just like the sun, moon and stars, even if they shuttle each other in different time and space, they guard Mo Feng every day. Yan'er really wants to be the star that protects Mo Feng. She really wants to be like oxygen.

The only woman who exists is Mo Feng. Mo Feng, give me a chance, let me protect you, let me pick all the stars in the sky and give them to you, okay?"

Talking about love words that he was not very good at, and lamenting that his logical thinking was not very coherent, Leng Yuhan only regretted that he did not have a mouth as good as Zhou Xingchi.

But surprisingly, Leng Yuhan found that the people around him who had been uneasy seemed to become more stable.

Pulling off the silk satin from the skirt, Leng Yuhan folded and folded the silk satin, unpacked it again, according to what he had learned in the handicraft class in his memory. Finally, he pulled the silk satin into a piece and folded it with a gift belt.

The shape of a star was presented to Ran Mofeng.

Under the messy hair, the quiet man stared blankly at the beautiful-shaped flowers presented to him. He glanced timidly at the woman who gave him the flowers, stretched out his hand, and subconsciously retracted it.

"Mo Feng, this is the first star Yan'er gave you. If Mo Feng likes it, then take good care of your body and live bravely. If Mo Feng is very good, then Yan'er will give you a star every year.

Give it to Mo Feng, okay?"

Like holding a candy bar to coax a child who refused to stop crying, Leng Yuhan seduced him very seriously.

“…”

Although he still didn't make a sound, the hand under his sleeve took the star in Leng Yuhan's hand and held it tightly in his chest. Ran Mofeng raised his head and looked at Leng Yuhan, his eyes filled with tears.

Revealing a face that is no longer as red, swollen and inflamed as it was yesterday.

"fool

Seeing Ran Mofeng's raised face, Leng Yuhan felt distressed and hugged the miserable and injured man in front of her.

That man who was once such a handsome man is now swollen from his cheekbones to his chin, red and swollen, like the bottom of a gourd, and his complete face cannot be seen, making it difficult to conceal the resentment and distress in his heart.

"Uh, uh."

The mouth is inflamed and the speech is slurred.

Ran Mofeng was held in Leng Yuhan's arms, squeaking and not knowing what to explain.

"If you don't want to listen to the explanation, take the medicine first and then talk."

Helping Ran Mofeng lie down on the bed, Leng Yuhan pulled a thin quilt over Ran Mofeng, ready to see if Lian Mo had cooked the medicine.

"Uh! Uh!"

Seeing Leng Yuhan turn around to leave, the man on the floor sat up and grabbed Leng Yuhan's sleeves tightly, shouting anxiously.

"Okay, okay, Yan'er won't leave, Yan'er will stay with you."

After finally calming down Ran Mofeng's uneasiness, Leng Yuhan took a long breath, feeling melancholy in his heart.

At this time, Ran Mofeng should probably regard himself as the only hope of living.

Seeing Ran Mofeng clutching the sheets tightly even in his sleep, Leng Yuhan could not imagine what it would be like for a person to have his tongue cut off with a knife without any anesthesia.

Was the pain, that nightmare-like painful process too terrifying in Ran Mofeng's heart?

"Mo Feng

When Long Liang and Huang Feng begin to fight, how should I recover for you this mistake that they cannot make up for even if they spend their entire lives?

The lips lingered on the edge of Ran Mofeng's red and swollen cheeks, and Leng Yuhan's cold eyes were covered with a layer of frost that was as cold as bone marrow.

"Yuzhuang, is this the biggest trauma in the history of Prince Huangzhen's Palace?"

After cleaning Ran Mofeng's whole body, Leng Yuhan carried a bucket and walked out of Ran Mofeng's house. He turned to Mo Yuzhuang, who was sitting in the yard enjoying the beautiful sunshine, and asked with emotion.

"how do I say this?"

Next to his legs, a lazy little red girl was lying peacefully. Mo Yuzhuang held a piece of pork rib between her fingertips, flicked it away, and threw it far away, teasing the little red girl to take the initiative to eat it.

"Three people fell down on the collapse at once. Isn't that considered the biggest trauma?"

The bucket was very heavy. Leng Yuhan had just skidded and was very weak. He had to stop and take a few breaths every time he took a step to slow down the stress on his body.

"You know you're injured but you're still so brave? Are all your servants white-haired and paid monthly?"

Really unable to stand it, Mo Yuzhuang took the bucket from Leng Yuhan's hand, walked to the well in a few steps, and put the bucket down.

"I want to do something for Mo Feng

Falling weakly on the grass, Leng Yuhan lay down behind him, his eyes reflecting the flowing clouds in the blue sky, filled with grief.

"There are many ways to atone for your sins. There is no need to do this worthless thing."

The water in the well was gurgling and crystal clear. Mo Yuzhuang was carrying the water back and forth, just like a rough laborer in gorgeous clothes. Every step he made exuded beauty and elegance.

"Yuzhuang, do you know who made it?"

Ran Mofeng's revenge must be avenged.

The hurt you have suffered cannot be ignored.

When she came to the pinnacle of this alien world, she had no intention of fighting. It was the world that forced her to do unusual things that ordinary people couldn't think about or ask. The only thing she could do was accept it.

Leng Yuhan looked up at the majestic flowing colors like the vast blue sea above her head, thinking about the need to replace Shi Hanyan in the future to walk the path of becoming an emperor and becoming an empress. She was confused, speechless, and lonely.

silent.

What a great and arduous road, and what about her?

She is just an idle person from modern society who wastes money, has no knowledge, and has no serious philosophy of life. She eats, drinks, and waits until death. Can she bear Shi Hanyan's eternal imperial career?

Those who control destiny, life is not meant to be played like this.

"Shouldn't Yan'er ask Shangguan Lin about this difficult question?"

Pick up the last bucket of water and put the empty bucket aside.

Mo Yuzhuang pressed her slender jade fingers that were soaked in well water, and made a "clucking" sound. There was a trace of lazy brows, and there was a light indifference.

"you!"

He was about to choke to death from Mo Yuzhuang's deliberately annoying words. Leng Yuhan still didn't know that Mo Yuzhuang was such a characterful man?

"Ran Qingchen."

As if she didn't even see Leng Yuhan's angry expression after being choked, Mo Yuzhuang turned around with a faint smile and continued his great work of wolf training. He ran wildly across the yard with a bone in his hand, and behind him

, a little wolf cub that had been raised fat and round was struggling to catch up.

"Ran Qingchen? Ran Qingchen again?"
Chapter completed!