Although Weak Liu Fufeng and Yan Li usually don't talk much, or to be precise, they don't talk to each other, but they don't hate each other. On the contrary, they hurt each other. Weak Liu Fufeng is cold, and General Yan Li is even colder than him.
, and Yu Beiming is even worse. Yu Beiming doesn't seem cold now, but that's because of Mo Xiaohuan, because of the woman he loves.
Yan Li shrugged, walked to the side and sat down, holding a military book in his hand: "Forget it if you don't tell me." He has always been like this, why make a fuss out of a molehill?
There is actually nothing the weak Liu Fufeng can do against General Yanli, but he will not deliberately care about it, because General Yanli himself has such a style. If he is angry, he will only make himself angry, why bother!
"My men took a long-lost medicine. It must have something to do with your hometown?" Liu Fufeng snorted coldly.
Yan Li nodded again: "My hometown has many long-lost medicines for Dongling Kingdom." He glanced at him.
Weak Liu Fufeng heard the meaning of his words, but he ignored him: "Then you must also know about this medicine."
"I don't know," Yan Li said simply. He didn't know, except for the book of war.
Liu Fufeng's face turned dark again, and he looked sullen. Then he stood up and decided not to stay here and suffer from this sullen guy.
General Yan Li pretended to be puzzled and said: "Leaving so fast? I won't send him off."
Weak Liu Fufeng didn't even look back, didn't even bother to hum, so forget it
Fuyao Hall
Mo Xiaohuan looked at the table of dishes in front of her and lost all her appetite. Her mouth was very light and there was a lot of saliva, but she always swallowed the saliva that kept coming out.
Xiao Tao stood next to her and looked at her for a long time without moving her chopsticks. She couldn't help but ask her: "Miss, you have been looking at it for a long time. Don't you have any appetite?"
Mo Xiaohuan held her chin with one hand and glanced at the dishes. A gust of wind blew by, and the smell of meat hit her nose. She immediately covered her mouth.
Seeing this, Xiao Tao quickly brought the spit cup over and asked her to spit.
Mo Xiaohuan had to vomit when she saw the spit cup and didn't want to vomit!
Sounds of painful retching came from Mo Xiaohuan's mouth, but she hadn't eaten anything at all, so she couldn't vomit anything in her stomach.
"Miss……"
"The prince is here one by one!"
Mo Xiaohuan was still vomiting, tears and sweat fell from her eyes, her fists were clenched, and her knuckles turned white.
Yu Beiming suddenly appeared at the door and glanced at the maids
The maids all retreated, and Xiao Tao followed suit.
Yu Beiming looked at Mo Xiaohuan who was still vomiting, and walked over to pat her back: "Is it hard?"
After almost vomiting, Mo Xiaohuan stared at him with a weak body: "It must be uncomfortable. It's not you who said that. You only know your..." Mo Xiaohuan suddenly stopped and stopped what he was about to say.
"What?" Yu Beiming asked her, his eyes a little suspicious, "You do have something to hide from me."
"No, don't make random guesses. Even if there is, it has nothing to do with you." Mo Xiaohuan gently pushed him away and sat up.
Yu Beiming's black eyes locked deeply on her face, and he could see that she was avoiding him, always avoiding this question intentionally or unintentionally, and had a cold look on her face whenever he mentioned it.
It seems he has to talk to Fufeng.
"If you don't want to talk, I think I can talk to Fufeng," he said suddenly
Mo Xiaohuan raised her eyes to look at him, her heart skipped a beat, and she pretended not to care and said, "Then you go, he doesn't know anyway."