Mo Beichen didn't hear the answer and raised his eyelids to glance at Mo Feng.

Mo Feng noticed the cold gaze passing over him, and hurriedly concentrated his attention and said, "Except for the time when Beiyue Kingdom attacked the prince, there has been no movement, but Dongwu Kingdom..."

When Mo Feng said this, he glanced at the tent and said coldly, "Not only did they do tricks on the battlefield, but they actually mingled among the people of Tianlang country and tried to take the opportunity to kill the prince. They deserve to be damned."

Mo Beichen's face became increasingly gloomy, obviously thinking of Yun Qingluo's suffering.

"I don't know whether to live or die." Mo Beichen's voice was cold, like Yama demanding his life.

The sudden drop in temperature around them made several people shiver, and Mo Feng silently lit a candle for Dongwu Kingdom.

It's not enough to provoke the prince, but he dares to provoke the princess, and he doesn't know how many of them have enough lives to kill him.

Mo Beichen heard the rustling in the tent and calmly calmed down his aura.

He threw a few pieces of firewood into the fire, stood up and said, "Bring the pot to a boil. I'll leave the remaining dumplings to you."

After Mo Beichen finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the tent without looking at the confused eyes behind him.

Mo Feng and others looked at the dumpling wrappers and fillings and were dumbfounded.

Make dumplings?

they?

They know how to make dumplings, how come they don’t know?

Early the next morning, Mo Beichen waited for Yun Qingluo to get up and drank chicken soup before the group started to pack up and leave the place.

When Mo Feng saw the two tightly wrapped little guys, his hands were itchy.

Mo Beichen took the two little guys from Yun Qingluo's hands and threw them to Mo Feng without looking at them.

Mo Feng was in a hurry, and he and a general were holding a small one each.

The two little guys were not afraid of strangers at all. They looked at Mo Feng's face and made babbling gestures.

The more Mo Feng looked at it, the more he liked it. When he took it home, the housekeeper took a look and agreed that he also liked it.

Great, great.

Their prince finally has a child.

The palace will definitely be very lively in the future.

Yun Qingluo glared at Mo Beichen, walked up to Mo Feng and the general, and patiently instructed them how to hold the child.

Now the little guys are just over thirty days old, their bodies are weak and their resistance is weak.

Although Xiaoyi's medicine is available, protection must be taken.

Fortunately today, the weather is sunny, not cold, and windless.

Yun Qingluo settled the two little guys and asked the group to go ahead. They still had something to discuss.

In fact, Yun Qingluo just wanted to get rid of them so that he could put away the tent and its contents.

But in order not to attract attention, Yun Qingluo still left two big baggage.

Let Mo Beichen carry it first, and then throw it to a few secret guards when they meet up with Mo Feng and others.

When he first saw Mo Feng and the others, he saw that they were all wearing plain clothes from the army. Yun Qingluo thought they were soldiers. However, when talking to Mo Feng with raised eyebrows, he realized that those people were secret guards of the palace.

The general is indeed a general in the army, but he is also the prince's secret guard.

Therefore, this group of people are all completely trustworthy people, but Yun Qingluo adheres to the principle of not leaking wealth, and carefully separates everyone before putting things away.

Mo Beichen fully supported Yun Qingluo's arrangement.

He only needs to know the secret of Luoluo.

There was no need for unimportant people to know so much, and since it was related to Luoluo's safety, he would never allow it to be leaked.

Mo Beichen moved the fire to the place where the tent was set up, erasing all traces of his life here.

The scenery here is actually pretty good.

Yesterday when he went hunting, he unexpectedly discovered a natural hot spring. When it is free later, he can build a village here, and then his family of four can come and play. It is a great idea.

Yun Qingluo never thought that he would come here a second time, a third time, a...countless times.

Of course, this is a story.

When Mo Beichen caught up with Mo Feng and others, he threw the baggage to them, turned around and carried Yun Qingluo, who was wearing a cloak, on his back.

Yun Qingluo was caught off guard and subconsciously hooked Mo Beichen's neck.

Then he realized what he was doing and said hurriedly, "Achen, I can walk by myself. We still have to walk for a day, so you don't have to carry me on your back. It's very tiring."

When Mo Beichen heard this, not only did he not let go of Yun Qingluo, but he hugged Yun Qingluo even tighter.

"Luoluo is too young. You need to take good care of yourself when you go back." Mo Beichen did not respond to Yun Qingluo's words, but said instead.

Yun Qingluo paused. After all, she was a lively person. Although she had indeed lost a lot of weight recently, she still weighed eighty pounds.

It's okay to carry it for a while, but if you really carry it all the way, your arm will be useless.

Yun Qingluo continued to persuade, "Achen, please let me down. I can leave on my own."

Mo Beichen said, "Luoluo's words don't count."

"Then who has the final say?"

"Me." Mo Beichen said one word calmly, so domineering that Yun Qingluo didn't know what to say.

In the end, he could only say helplessly, "Then carry it for a while longer. If A Chen feels tired, just put me down. It's also good for me to walk for a while to relax."

Mo Beichen said nothing. Just when Yun Qingluo thought that Mo Beichen would not agree, Mo Beichen nodded lightly and said "yes".

The little wife is too stubborn. If she doesn't obey, she may nag her all the way.

It didn't matter, he tried to be as safe as possible and let his little wife take a nap, then she would forget about it when she fell asleep.

He remembered that his wife got up several times last night to feed the two little ones, change their wet clothes, etc.

Last night, he watched Yun Qingluo busy with the baby, feeling heartbroken but helpless.

He didn't have milk to feed the baby, and he wasn't as lovable as Luo Luo. The two little ones didn't want him to change their clothes at all.

As soon as he touches their skin, he cries loudly.

But fortunately, as evening approached, they were already approaching Yingyue City.

Yun Qingluo was still worried about whether she would encounter someone with a weapon, but it was obvious that she was overly worried.

"Luoluo, we're almost there." Mo Beichen said softly to Yun Qingluo.

Yun Qingluo tightened her hands, inexplicably feeling timid about being close to home.

Especially the two brothers...

Yun Qingluo had been holding back and not asked about the situation of her two brothers, but at this moment, it was obvious that she was too worried.

"Don't worry Luoluo, your two brothers are always safe and well." Mo Beichen gently held Yun Qingluo's little hand and whispered.

Yun Qingluo's expression clearly relaxed after hearing this.

Big brother, second brother, are you all fine?

Are they injured? They must be worried about something bad this time, right?

Yun Qingluo felt uneasy again, but the reality told her that she was indeed worrying too much.

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