She clenched her fists and faced Xia Yifeng, who was confronting her for the first time. The light in Mo Qiulin's eyes disappeared little by little, and finally turned dim as she looked at the man and woman standing under the tree with a sense of dismay.
, a bitter smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Taking two steps forward, looking at Xia Yifeng's wary look on her, Mo Qiulin snorted, "You worthless thing, just stand there and don't move!"
He walked up to Xia Yifeng with cold eyes, pulled him over and looked at the wound on his back. It had been inflamed by water. The poison must be much more difficult to cure than before. He glanced hard at Mu Yan in Xia Yifeng's arms.
Mo Qiulin did not hide the murderous look in her eyes, "If my disciple has any shortcomings, you will pay for it with your life!"
"Ahem." Taking a deep breath to calm the pain on his body, Mu Yan smiled sarcastically at the woman who was trying to intimidate him, "Look at this, since you are Feng's master, you should naturally be able to save his life.
Now you put this responsibility on me first, so that if you make a mistake, you will have a scapegoat to blame me for being a disaster, blaming me for flirting with your disciple in this water, blaming me for ruining your mood?
"
"You!" I didn't expect this girl to be so sharp-tongued. Mo Qiulin froze and reached out to strike with her palm, but was blocked by Liu Yiyi, who had been standing aside without making a sound.
"Master, no." Liu Yiyi shook her head lightly. She knew very well what would happen if she really killed Mu Yan. Although Xia Yifeng could not meet her master with swords, she was sure of it after a year and a half of cold war.
That would delay the progress of the plan even more and would be of no benefit to anyone.
"Rebellion, really rebellion!" Shaking off Liu Yiyi's hand, Mo Qiulin slapped her back, dropped a small medicine bottle in her arms, glared at Mu Yan fiercely, and walked away.
Looking at Mo Qiulin's back, Xia Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body finally relaxed. She looked at the pale person in her arms, her eyes filled with guilt, turned around, put Mu Yan on the bed, and spoke softly,
"have a good rest"
Frowning, Mu Yan bit his lower lip, watching Xia Yifeng turn around to leave, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Why bother?
After hearing Mu Yan's question, Xia Yifeng was startled, and then a faint wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, seeming to be talking to himself, and also seeming to be giving Mu Yan a promise, "As long as you are by my side, I will..."
I will never let anyone hurt you even a little bit, unless I die."
Unless I die...
As these four words drifted into his ears, Mu Yan's heart twitched violently. What is this? Do you want to give her a sweet date and then give her a hard slap?
Wrapped up in the clothes that Xia Yifeng had put on her, Mu Yan lay on the bed with a gloomy face. She was thinking about what the woman had just said. For the first time, Mu Yan was really interested in Xia Yifeng's affairs.
Revenge, what kind of hatred does he have? The dignified prince of the Xia Palace, the most beloved son of the emperor, what enemy can make him plan so thoughtfully for revenge?
After taking the medicine left by Mo Qiulin, Xia Yifeng sat on the floor and began to exercise to heal his injuries. Liu Yiyi, who was watching him and Mu Yan quietly on the side, had a worried look on her face. The master's slap hit Yan hard.
Yan'er had no internal strength and could not heal herself, so she had to wait for a month or two to recover. But what surprised her the most was that she never expected that Feng would actually confront her master for Yan'er.
…
Could it be said that Feng really has feelings? If so, how will things proceed in the future?
Taking a deep breath, Liu Yiyi shook her head helplessly and walked out of this secret place, preparing to go back to her husband to complain, leaving the two of them a pure place.