Early the next morning, before the dew had dispersed, the military bugle sounded three times.

The female soldiers got up early for morning exercises. They stepped on the ground with neat footwork and were powerful. Their high-pitched and exciting shouts of killing shocked Yunxiao.

Naturally, it also woke up Ran Mofeng, who had no intention of sleeping.

After getting up early, Ran Mofeng went to Fu Ruya's place to ask about Leng Yuhan's whereabouts after washing up.

Fu Ruya first gave Ran Mofeng the courtesy of being a minister, bowed respectfully and orderly, and then said confidently: "As for the whereabouts of the prince, the prince has a special explanation and is not allowed to tell anyone." [

'Including me?'

Ran Mofeng wrote the words on Fu Ruya's palm, confused.

"As for the whereabouts of the prince, the prince has a special explanation and is not allowed to tell anyone."

Without answering Ran Mofeng's question, Fu Ruya said this again.

‘Including Mo Feng?’

Ran Mofeng added his name this time, expecting Fu Ruya to understand the meaning of the question.

Why did Fu Ruya still say, "As for the whereabouts of the prince, the prince has a special explanation and is not allowed to tell anyone."

Similar questions and answers went on for about a dozen times, and no matter how good-hearted Ran Mofeng was, Fu Ruya polished him off.

'If it weren't for my husband's good qualities, Mr. Fu might have died several times!'

At the last opportunity to ask, Ran Mofeng wrote these words that made Fu Ruya fall to the ground immediately.

It seems like that's all.

Silently sweeping his eyelashes as thick as feather fans, Ran Mofeng's eyes contained a bit of embarrassing sadness.

Is that too embarrassing?

Secretly immersed in distressed meditation, Ran Mofeng ignored Fu Ruya who fell to the ground and dared not speak anymore. He walked straight out of the tent and moved the only mahogany stool in the tent.

When it’s close to noon, it’s called ‘Yuzhong’.

There was a sound of changing clothes in Mo Yuzhuang's tent, followed immediately by the sound of washbasin and water.

"Hall Master Mo, there is something that Luo Liang doesn't understand very well. Could you please give me some advice?"

Looking out through the corner of the curtain, Ye Luoliang was lying on the bed and waving to Mo Yuzhuang. There was a strong sense of confusion on her beautiful and fragrant face.

"If the Second Prince wants his injuries to heal quickly, he'd better think about how to address Yu Zhuang."[

After pouring away the washing water in the copper basin, Mo Yuzhuang put down the curtain and walked back into the tent, wearing a face-wiping handkerchief on his shoulder in a funny way, like a magnificent waiter.

"Master Mo?"

Ye Luoliang thought about it carefully and felt that this title was too unfamiliar, so he abandoned it.

"Change it."

Sure enough, Mo Yuzhuang felt the same way.

"Brother Mo?"

After thinking about it carefully again, Ye Luoliang thought that this title seemed too close.

Although Ye Luoliang and Mo Yuzhuang have known each other for ten years, ten years ago, they were just competing for fate over a steamed bun, and they were fighting to the death, almost causing death.

We meet again, now ten years later. We are neither close friends nor good friends.

"Change again!"

Mo Yuzhuang was in a very bad mood after the quarrel with Leng Yuhan.

"Little makeup? Haha!"

Ye Luoliang glanced at the handkerchief on Mo Yuzhuang's shoulder with his peripheral vision and couldn't help but laugh.

In the country of men, that is the name given to young eunuchs.

"Little Liangzi? Yuzhuang wouldn't mind changing the second prince's name."

In a completely bad mood, Mo Yuzhuang narrowed his eyes coldly, with a faint aura of danger that was about to explode.

"It is not the behavior of a gentleman to take advantage of others' danger."

Ye Luoliang is relatively clear about his current situation.

"There is no such thing as a gentleman in the land of women."

Playing tricks? Talking about words? Mo Yuzhuang believed that Ye Luoliang was not his opponent.

"Mo Yuzhuang, you are so shameful! Are you using such deceitful methods?"

Get ready to find trouble![

Anyway, he could only lie down when he was bored, but Ye Luoliang welcomed someone who could kill time for him.

"Did the Second Prince ever say that you are not allowed to cheat?"

Mo Yuzhuang asked back, even the cheating became upright.

"Truce for three moments! Let's get back to the topic just now."

If he couldn't speak, he changed the topic. Ye Luoliang, whose thoughts were disrupted by Mo Yuzhuang's words just now, returned to the question he just wanted to talk about.

"What topic?"

Ever since Ye Luoliang's injury began to improve, this kind of drama would happen ten to eight times a day. Mo Yuzhuang was already used to Ye Luoliang's boring questions about how to deal with time.

"Do Yan'er have many royal wives?" Ye Luoliang started with question one.

"Refuse to answer once! Also, don't call me Yan'er, you are not qualified."

"Okay, then who is King Huang's favorite husband?" Ye Luoliang asked the second question at the beginning.

"Refuse to answer twice! This is not within the scope of your inquiry!"

"Humph! The husband Huang Wang likes most is definitely not you!" The question turned into an affirmative, and Ye Luoliang kicked Mo Yuzhuang out of the game.

"It can't be you!"

The affirmative sentence turned into a mutual negative sentence between the two. Mo Yuzhuang never thought that Ye Luoliang was in the game.

"Last question, who is the man waiting outside the tent all morning?"

Early this morning, Ye Luoliang opened his eyes and found that waiting outside his and Mo Yuzhuang's camp was a charming and elegant man with forest style. His noble and natural aura was definitely not something ordinary people could possess.

of.

"The prince's true prince husband, the seventh prince of Longliang Kingdom, Ran Mofeng."

Yan'er spent two days and three nights in that man's arms.

The inexplicable chest tightness surged out for no reason, and Mo Yuzhuang was so stressed that she almost couldn't breathe.

"Oh? That's the seventh prince who gave Long Liang the reason to raise an army? Why does King Huang still keep him by his side? If it were me, I would never let a tiger become a problem!"

"It's a pity that you are not Yan'er."

Leng Leng interrupted Ye Luoliang's thoughts, Mo Yuzhuang stood up and walked towards the man waiting waiting outside the tent.

The two men outside the tent were talking in low voices, and Ye Luoliang couldn't hear much of it inside the tent.

Ye Luoliang just saw in a daze that the man with noble temperament wrote a few words on Mo Yuzhuang's hand. Mo Yuzhuang suddenly became cold and exposed, and hit the noble man's chest with a cold palm.

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The strength of the palm is so hard and the internal force is so profound that it can knock the noble man ten meters away.

Mo Yuzhuang's attack was so serious that Ye Luoliang, who was lying on the couch watching the movie, took a breath of air and was frightened!

"Ran Mofeng, if it weren't for the fact that Yan'er cares about you, Yuzhuang would have made you die today!"

The cold words were mixed with ruthless cruelty, Mo Yu's appearance was aloof and arrogant, and there was sullenness and arrogance hidden under the ethereal and lineless eyes.

Flying up to the highest treetop in the camp, Mo Yuzhuang shouted coldly at the clouds that spread across the sky: "The phoenix bird in the quiet hall listens to the order, quickly check the Phoenix King's poem and fall under the smoke. You want to see people in life, and you want to see them in death."
Chapter completed!