"This... this big... uncle, this little guy... is not... not a good man, please... please, sir, I... vomit..." Before the words of kind words of persuasion were spoken, she had already forced him to be gentle.
My chest was hot, and I vomited vividly.
Sorry, all the medicine Chu Junhuan fed her before going to bed has been spilled on Murong's black clothes. Since the medicine is also black, they complement each other and are very harmonious.
After Yun Mo finished vomiting happily, she seemed quite relaxed. The smell of sandalwood was also covered up by the slightly sour medicinal smell, and she felt much better.
Murong, on the other hand, seemed to have seen something extremely unbelievable, with an even colder light shining in his cold eyes, staring at her as if he didn't recognize her.
Only then did Yun Mo realize that he seemed to have done something wrong...
However, before she had time to think, she felt that her body was already light and the familiar feeling of fainting came over her again, and she fell unconscious on Murong's body.
"You're not Mo'er!" Murong couldn't accept it, he yelled in a hoarse voice.
"Brother Murong, I hope you can return my beloved concubine to me." As soon as Murong finished speaking, an unusually calm voice sounded behind him.
Chu Junhuan was dressed in white clothes and looked ecstatic. His deep eyes were extremely calm and his picturesque face was expressionless. When he saw his wife lying in the arms of another man, he seemed to be sipping tea in the courtyard.
random.
Murong turned around and looked directly at Chu Junhuan, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his cold eyes.
Chu Junhuan stretched out his hand slightly and made a gesture of asking for him.
Murong sneered and said: "The Eighth Prince is joking. There is no beloved concubine here. She is obviously a young man who drank too much. I will ask someone to send him back to his tent."
"Brother Murong is my royal brother's guest, not my king's. Holding my beloved concubine in your arms is beyond human comprehension." Chu Junhuan's lips moved slightly, but his eyes were still calm, but his tone was no longer polite.
"I think the Eighth Prince must have misunderstood. This is obviously a servant. If the Eighth Prince insists on doing this, is it because he wants to embarrass me?" Murong also regained his composure, and the murderous aura in his eyes gradually subsided.
"I just want to embarrass you, so what?" Chu Junhuan's words made Murong very surprised. The prince Chu Junhuan, who had always been very well-educated, actually said such unreasonable words like a child.
Chu Junhuan quickly stepped forward and pulled off the boy's hat on Yun Mo's head.
Her jet-black hair instantly fell down, matching her fair face perfectly.
"This is my beloved concubine, who is traveling with me in disguise. Brother Murong has already drunk too much and is not suitable for a fierce battle. I'd better take my beloved concubine back." After that, he snatched it from Murong's arms somewhat rudely.
The unconscious Yun Mo was hugged by his waist.
Supported by his palms, her slender waist moved forward steadily.
"Also, I would like to remind Brother Murong that if you don't have the strength to do something, you don't have to do it. Using unfair power is not what a gentleman does. If so, what use is it to the world?"
Murong stood there straight. After Chu Junhuan left, he reached out and grabbed a bronze wine bottle on the table and crushed it to pieces.
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