"Wen Ruyu!" Mo Wei stared at him, and an unknown fire surged up.
"His willingness to help Dong Gong Qinghuang was his own decision. He deserves to end up like this." Wen Ruyu gently raised the corners of her lips and said, "If he had the consciousness, he would not reveal his identity. Bei Gong
Tengxiao can't find anything on our head."
Mo Wei pursed her lips, thought for a while, and thought something made sense, then slowly let go of her hand.
"You are quite confident."
As the words fell, a strong and suffocating sense of oppression came from behind them. The two of them turned around in shock, immediately knelt down and saluted seriously: "Master (Master)."
Mo Wuyou was wearing a red robe, and he looked like a manzhushahua in a ghostly land. He looked at the two kneeling people, and there was no thought in his eyes.
Mo Wei was overjoyed to see him, her eyes were filled with admiration. She unconsciously raised the corners of her lips and said, "Master, why did you suddenly come to the imperial capital?"
Mo Wuyou stood with his hands behind his back, snorted contemptuously, and said, "If I didn't come, how would I know you had so many little tricks?"
Mo Wei frowned nervously and said, "Disciple, I don't dare."
Mo Wuyou didn't answer her, and his tone was calm and calm: "Elder Wen, you have caused me to lose a general."
Wen Ruyu lowered her head with a pious expression: "Ruyu knows he is wrong."
Mo Wuyou glanced at him, with an indifferent look on his face, and said: "It doesn't matter, he is a loser who can be seduced by mere beauty. Even if he doesn't die, I will kill him with my own hands."
"Senior brother is right."
"This will never happen next time."
"As commanded."
As soon as the words fell, the oppressive feeling slowly dissipated. When the two of them raised their eyes, the red clothes had long disappeared.
Seeing this, Mo Wei exhaled lightly.
Wen Ruyu beside her suddenly chuckled and said, "Weiwei, you are more nervous than me."
Mo Wei rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're lucky. If it makes a big mistake and your mess is made, I don't want to take care of any of it!"
Wen Ruyu said with a smile in her eyes: "Weiwei, I will handle myself very cleanly and won't drag you down."
Mo Wei's eyes were full of surprise and confusion: "Wen Ruyu, do you really not care about your life or death?"
"I care." Wen Ruyu looked at her, blinking slightly and flipping her hair, which made him so attached to her that he couldn't bear to leave her.
"Then you still..."
"You don't think I'm so stupid when I'm not completely sure that my senior brother won't deal with me?"
One sentence left Mo Wei speechless. Looking at his leisurely look, what was she worrying about?
After thinking about it, she felt a sense of embarrassment. She gritted her teeth and said angrily to him: "Wen Ruyu! Is it fun?"
Wen Ruyu said with a joking smile in her eyes: "I like to see you anxious for me."
Mo Wei slowly clenched her fist and hit him in the chest. She glared at him and said, "Boring." After saying that, she turned around and left.
"Hiss..." Wen Ruyu secretly felt pain, smiled helplessly, and said, "It's too gentle."
Qinghuang of the East Palace was missing, and Tengxiao of the Beigong ordered a nationwide search. The imperial capital was surrounded by water, but no trace of her was found.
Qingxin Palace.
After a few "pops", the memorial was swept to the ground. Chu Jiaoli, who was sitting on the beauty's couch and embroidering, paused slightly, with a hint of darkness in her eyes. She put down the embroidery booth in her hands, walked slowly behind him, and raised her hand.
Her hands rubbed his shoulders and said: "Your Majesty, if you can't find it, you won't look for it anymore."
Beigong Tengxiao slowly calmed down his thoughts, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and said: "No, if she hurts you like this, I will definitely kill her."
Chu Jiaoli lowered her eyes, walked to him, knelt on the ground, rested her head on his lap, and said: "Your Majesty, I also want to catch her, but I don't want you to do it because of her
And angry."
Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand and stroked her cheek, saying: "Li'er, I'm just angry."
Chu Jiaoli sighed softly and said, "You... shouldn't be angry anymore."
Beigong Tengxiao was stunned for a moment. Seeing the profound meaning of her words, his eyes suddenly felt guilty. He turned away and said: "I can't die."
After a while, Qingxin Hall returned to calm. Chu Jiaoli was studying ink quietly on the side. Suddenly her vision blurred, her head sank, and she lost consciousness.
He caught her in time, held her in his arms, raised his hand to feel her pulse, and then probed her mouth and nose, as if she had been drugged.
Before the imperial doctor was summoned, a red figure appeared, and a clear voice sounded: "Congratulations on the new emperor's enthronement."
Hearing the sound, Beigong Tengxiao's expression suddenly changed. He carefully placed Chu Jiaoli on the chair and lay down. He stood up and asked Mo Wuyou, "Master Mo, what do you have to say?"
Mo Wuyou walked slowly in front of him and suddenly stretched out his hand. Before he could react, Beigong Tengxiao's wrist was grabbed.
He felt his pulse, glanced at the unconscious Chu Jiaoli again, and raised the corners of his lips contemptuously: "You are quite capable of curing the poison of Yi Chuhua, but it is more difficult to cure than the poison of Wangyue Powder. I didn't give it."
Detoxify yourself, and you will understand."
Beigong Tengxiao pursed his thin lips lightly. It was not that he had never solved the antidote before, but he really had no way to start. As for Chu Jiaoli, he regarded her life as a hundred times more precious than his own, and could not tolerate the slightest mistake on her part to find the antidote.
Naturally, more energy is consumed.
He slowly lowered his head. Although he was arrogant to the crowd, he still lowered his attitude in front of Mo Wuyou: "I don't dare."
Mo Wuyou let go of his hand, with his usual contempt in his eyes, and said, "If you dare to detoxify, there will be more powerful poison waiting for you."
Bei Gong Tengxiao's thoughts were complex. Mo Wuyou's martial arts was so good that even if he, Bei Gong Qianqiu, and Chu Jiaoxing teamed up, they wouldn't be able to defeat him. Even so, his medical skills were probably the best in the world.
No one can match it.
Could it be that he will be trapped in his hands for the rest of his life?
Chu Jiaoli was woken up by Bei Gong Tengxiao's kiss. She slowly opened her eyes and subconsciously put her arms around his neck. After lingering for a while, she found herself lying on the beauty's couch. She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Just now
, I, my concubine, fainted?"
Beigong Tengxiao's warm palm caressed her cheek, with strong guilt hidden in his eyes. If he hadn't been born into an imperial family, and if he hadn't been named Beigong, he wouldn't have affected her. She had suffered too much because of him.
Bitter.
Seeing that he was silent, Chu Jiaoli frowned worriedly and said, "What's wrong? Could it be that the poison hasn't been cured yet, and is there something wrong with my body?"
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao chuckled and said: "No, nothing happened. I will let you be well and won't let you suffer at all."
Chu Jiaoli snuggled into his embrace and slowly closed her eyes.
He has something to hide from her again. She understands him. If he refuses to tell himself, no one can pry his mouth open.
Beigong Tengxiao picked her up and sat on the beauty's couch, raised his hand to caress her head lovingly, and said, "I promise you, I won't lose my temper again."
Chu Jiaoli raised her head in surprise, her bright eyes shining: "Really?"
Beigong Tengxiao kissed her forehead with a gentle smile: "Yes."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli finally smiled, and her worried heart slowly relaxed.
