"Yes, he wants to be your husband!" Yao Mowan teased and looked at Kubu Zhe'er, her eyebrows curved.
"Sister Mowan, what are you talking about? Ignore you!" Kubu Zhe'er's face suddenly turned red, and he stomped out of the room.
At this moment, Yao Mowan and Chu Moxin were the only two people left in the room.
"I'm sorry..." Just when Yao Mowan's eyes turned back from Kubu Zhe'er, Chu Moxin was looking at him with a guilty look on his face, his expression completely different from before.
"What's wrong with you? How can you say sorry to me?" Yao Mowan caressed the white sand on Chu Moxin's left shoulder. The knife must have cut deeply at that time, otherwise the white gauze would not still be faintly red today.
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"Although brother doesn't admit it, I know that he must have bribed those thieves to kill you..." Chu Moxin looked at Yao Mowan in confusion, and there was a mist in his eyes. The one he admired the most was
His brother, Yao Mowan, whom he loved and loved as a mother, few people could understand the pain in Chu Mo's confidence.
"Your idea is really strange. If it were your brother, I would have died a long time ago! How can I sit here and talk to you!" Yao Mowan's lips curled up into a slight smile, her eyes extremely sincere.
"Isn't it? But it was clearly my brother who invited you to Mingyue Gorge that night!" Yao Mowan saw the faint ecstasy in Chu Moxin's eyes. She suddenly thought, even if Chu Mobei didn't sign the silk letter
, she would not expose Chu Mobei's conspiracy because she was reluctant to hurt Chu Moxin.
"That's why your brother arrived in time and saved the two of us!" Yao Mowan responded naturally.
"So that's it, that's it!" Chu Moxin smiled so happily that Yao Mowan wanted to cry.
"By the way, Huangfu Junxiu said that if you hadn't jumped on me to block the fatal sword for me, I would have been dead! Although I should thank you, but listen, you won't do it in the future!" Chu Moxin looked like a
He looked at Yao Mowan like a grown-up, with a solemn look on his face.
"But if it weren't for you, Mo Wan would have been chopped into meat and fed to dogs, each other. Let Mo Wan think about how to report your great kindness?" Yao Mowan held her chin, thinking hard.
"Do you really want to thank me?" Chu Moxin blinked and looked at Yao Mowan questioningly.
"It's necessary!" Yao Mowan nodded fiercely.
"Then you can make another set of clothes for me. The previous set was dirty and I didn't even change it!" Chu Moxin muttered, as if he was complaining that Yao Mowan didn't give him enough clothes before.
Yao Mowan cried, and the tears burst out uncontrollably. How wonderful it would be if Chu Moxin's mother had not died! How wonderful it would be if her Zhong'er did not die!
"Forget it, forget it. If you don't want to do it, just do it. Why don't I want it if I don't want it!" Chu Moxin was anxious and immediately waved his hand. He didn't want the clothes anymore.
"Do it, why don't you do it? I'll do it for you when I get back!" Yao Mowan burst into laughter and scratched Chu Moxin's straight nose with her finger.
"What are you doing? I'm not a child!" Chu Moxin pretended to be angry. Yao Mowan didn't care about that and stretched out her hand to scratch again.
"What are you doing!" Chu Moxin wanted to hold his breath, but he still couldn't help laughing. The two of them just looked at each other and laughed for a long time.
Back at Yao Mansion, Ting Yue changed the gauze on Yao Mowan's wound and walked out with a basin. At this moment, everyone had been waiting outside for a long time.
"Succeeded?" Ben Lei looked at Ting Yue expectantly and asked anxiously.
"Well, I saw Chu Mobei touch that silk book with my own eyes!" Ting Yue nodded fiercely.
"Alas, he is so pitiful!" Ben Lei Jian frowned, pretending to be sad and shaking his head. He only pretended for a moment and then burst into laughter. On one side, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning also smiled knowingly.
"Why are you laughing?" Ye Junqing happened to be walking over with the soup prepared by Li Zhun, and he saw several people laughing wantonly.
"My lord, you don't know that the master has avenged his blood this time! Just wait until Chu Mobei comes to beg for mercy!" Ben Lei was so excited that he danced around Ye Junqing like an adult gorilla.
"Why?" Ye Junqing raised his eyebrows and looked at Ben Lei, questioningly.
There was a cough in the room, and Ye Junqing didn't have time to listen to Ben Lei's explanation, so he went in with the decoction. Outside the door, everyone looked at each other, and they all knew each other and left.
On the couch, Yao Mowan leaned against the bedrail, her black hair hanging down like a waterfall, with a kind of morbid tenderness that made people want to care and cherish her.
"You are so injured, why are you still embroidering?" Seeing the embroidery baskets and silk satin on the table, Ye Junqing couldn't bear it.
"I promised Mo Xin to make clothes for him, and I can't break my promise." Yao Mowan looked at the cloth swatches that Ben Lei brought from the silk and satin shop and picked them carefully.
"It's the same as drinking medicine and waiting for the injury to heal. Don't rush it." Ye Junqing handed the medicine to Yao Mowan, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. He learned about Chu Moxin's injury from Yin Xue, even if
Even without seeing it with my own eyes, I can still imagine the tragedy. Chu Moxin risked his life to save her, so Yao Mowan naturally deserves a different look. At this moment, Ye Junqing was extremely annoyed. If he hadn't been obsessed with it, how could he have been with Yao Mowan?
The person who cares about life and death together is not Chu Moxin.
"Why don't you have time? Winter is coming soon, and winter clothes are more laborious." Yao Mowan took the decoction from Ye Junqing's hand, and poured it into her mouth regardless of whether it was bitter or not, and handed the porcelain bowl to Ye Junqing.
Jun Qing.
But before Ye Junqing could put the candied fruit in Yao Mowan's hand, Yao Mowan had already withdrawn her hand and was choosing fabric patterns. Ye Junqing hesitated for a moment, but did not mention the candied fruit after all.
thing.
"Ben Lei just said you took blood revenge. What do you mean?" Ye Junqing didn't want to disturb Yao Mowan's selection of fabrics, but he didn't want to just turn around and leave.
"It's nothing. Mo Wan wrote a silk book and asked Chu Mobei to sign it." Yao Mowan selected three colors: aqua blue, dark purple, and dark green, and marked them with a pen.
"Silk book? What's the content?" Ye Junqing frowned and looked at Yao Mowan, questioningly.
"The content is not important, the important thing is that Mo Wan put the medicine on the silk book, and it was prepared by Yin Xue herself!" Yao Mowan handed the selected cloth sample to Ye Junqing's hand, and the smile in his eyes was as bright as a flower.
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"You want to retaliate with an eye and kill Chu Mobei?" Ye Junqing suddenly looked at Yao Mowan. Chu Mobei almost caused Yao Mowan to die from the blade. Even if it took his life, it was only natural.
"He is the prince of Shu, so you can tease him a little. If he angers the king of Shu and causes war, that is not Mo Wan's intention. However, Yin Xue and Yin Xiong, who were harmed by Chu Mobei, severed their brother-sister relationship, and Yin Xue will not let him go lightly.
"Yes." Yao Mowan's lips curled up into a smile, a bit sinister.
"No...is it too miserable?" Ye Junqing choked and said suspiciously.
"It's just the medicine that makes Chu Mobei's teeth hurt. Well... to be precise, it should be the medicine that makes every one of his teeth hurt! I guess Chu Mobei should feel uncomfortable now."
Yao Mowan's precise explanation.
"Uh..." Ye Junqing heard the sound, and the image of Chu Mobei's cheeks swollen into pig heads suddenly appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously touched his jaw with his fingers. As the saying goes, toothache is not a disease, it hurts.
It seems that Chu Mobei suffered the consequences of human life.
"The prince seems to be sympathizing with Chu Mobei?" Seeing Ye Junqing caressing her chin, Yao Mowan felt funny.