"Qing Huan, you need to think clearly." Fufeng's pure eyes were clear, "Are you sure that King Dongling will agree to cure your girl? What will be waiting for you when you return to the palace?
Have you ever thought about this?"
Fufeng is right. The outcome of many things is uncertain.
But Mo Xiaohuan understood that if they went back, Xiaotao would still have a glimmer of hope. If they didn't go back, Xiaotao would not even have a glimmer of hope.
"No matter what Fufeng will endure after returning to the palace, I must take Xiaotao back. I can't just watch Xiaotao suffer. Likewise, if it were you, if you were poisoned because of me, I would make the same choice."
Mo Xiaohuan's words made Fufeng slightly moved.
"Okay, since you have made up your mind, I will give you some more tips."
Fufeng took Mo Xiaohuan to an open space outside the ruined temple, demonstrated Mo Xiaohuan's previous sword skills, and gave Mo Xiaohuan many tips.
Mo Xiaohuan took the initiative to return to the palace
Yu Beiming sat distantly in the hall, and said in a cold tone without any emotion: "Those who offend King Gu will only have one fate!"
Mo Xiaohuan looked at the men in the hall and tried her best to suppress her anger.
Xiao Tao fainted on the road for no apparent reason. Fortunately, Fufeng came to rescue her.
Like Xiao Tao, who is poisoned by poison and has regular attacks. He must get the antidote regularly. Otherwise, if the time for taking the medicine is exceeded, the poison will attack the heart and the person will die.
Mo Xiaohuan never expected that Yu Beiming would use such despicable means to control others.
"Yu Beiming," Mo Xiaohuan's eyes seemed to have burning flames. She looked directly at Yu Beiming who was sitting in the hall, "I really overestimated your character."
At this point, Mo Xiaohuan's situation as a prisoner is inevitable
On the way back to the palace, she felt a million reluctances in her heart. She knew exactly what was waiting for her when she returned to the palace.
However, seeing how painful Xiao Tao was when she was poisoned, how could she bear to ignore Xiao Tao?
"Is this how you plan to beg the lonely king?" Yu Beiming hugged Mrs. Huanpei, but his eyes were always focused on Mo Xiaohuan.
Mo Xiaohuan, who suppressed his fighting spirit, gave him an exciting feeling
Can't you bear it? If you can't bear it, don't bear it? Haha, Mo Qinghuan, I really want to see you showing your teeth and claws.
Mo Xiaohuan was standing in the hall. Xiao Tao had already been carried to the backyard by several palace servants.
There is a cold joke: I never thought about leaving this world alive.
Mo Xiaohuan wanted to smile, but she only felt uncomfortable
On the way back, as she got closer and closer to the palace, her heart tightened tighter and tighter. What awaited her from now on would be boundless loneliness and boundless darkness, as if she had pawned herself to the devil.
"Now that I'm back, I don't want to be treated as a guest by you." Mo Xiaohuan took a deep breath and tried his best to control his emotions, "Tell me, what do you want to do to save Xiaotao?"
Yu Beiming let go of Mrs. Huanpei, stood up, and walked slowly to Mo Xiaohuan.
He was wearing blue clothes, and his tall figure seemed to be full of strength.
Stretching out his hand, he pinched Mo Xiaohuan's chin with his slender fingers.
Lifting Mo Xiaohuan's chin, Yu Beiming's voice came over in a low voice: "Do you think you can still negotiate terms with the lonely king?"