I won't panic if my house is confiscated and exiled. I'll wipe out all the enemy's tr

"No, she didn't leave. She was still holding me last night." Mo Yanjue murmured.

Ouch, is this crazy? Xu Yi's eyes were red, "Your Highness, please stop talking in your sleep!"

Mo Yanjue gave Xu Yi a cool look and lowered his gaze quietly. He saw a small piece of ointment on the back of his hand. He suddenly raised it, "Look! This is what Huan'er put on me! Ha, I Not dreaming!"

Upon discovering this, Mo Yanjue was overjoyed. When he woke up in his bed, he really thought that last night was just a dream!

fine! Not a dream!

Xu Yi looked over and said, "Ah, Your Highness, are you injured?"

"No, I don't know. Anyway, I don't remember it after the kiss. Maybe it was a small scratch that I accidentally touched..." As he said that, he was about to cry with joy, "Huan'er still cares about me, at least when I You didn’t leave me behind after you got hurt!”

The corners of Xu Yi's lips twitched slightly, forget it and stop talking in sleep with the idiot. He couldn't understand.

"Huan'er?" Mo Yanjue's eyes trembled and he looked at the door!

Xu Yi picked up the porridge bowl again and shook his hand, helpless and sad, "Your Highness, please stop talking in your sleep and eat something first..."

"I'm injured! You bandaged me, right?" Mo Yanjue raised his hand and felt aggrieved.

Su Huan had to tell Mo Yanjue personally about the underground black kiln, so she came. I guess he was almost awake at this time. As soon as he came in, he saw Xu Yi. Su Huan turned around and wanted to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Mo Yanjue. Stop it!

She had no choice but to come over!

"Ah..." Suddenly a white shadow appeared beside him, and Xu Yi was so frightened that he almost threw out the bowl of porridge.

After seeing the real thing, Su Huan hurriedly put the bowl down.

"I have something to say. I'm sorry, Uncle Xu, for scaring you." Su Huan was a little embarrassed.

"Don't take it seriously, just call me Eunuch Xu!"

Su Huan pursed her lips and revealed a bewildered smile.

"What happened?" Mo Yanjue stared at her with burning eyes and did not leave for a moment. He stood up and grabbed Su Huan's hand, pulling her to sit on the bed.

"I thought it was a dream... Huan'er..." He hugged Su Huan like a puppy and rubbed his handsome face against her.

"You guys are chatting, the old slave is out!"

Picking up the tray, Xu Yi greased the soles of his feet to make room for them.

I was shocked and curious, wasn't Su Huan gone? It’s really back! Have you figured it out and are reluctant to part with them, His Highness?

Why do I feel that the two of them are not as frozen as before...

"Well, why don't you eat something first. You are weak and you won't get better if you don't eat..." Su Huan pushed his head away.

Once upon a time, the word virtual had something to do with me?

Mo Yanjue's face was pushed to the side, and he was not angry. He turned around and smiled silly, nodded obediently, and frowned the next second. His weak voice was full of grievance, "I'm injured, how about you feed me?" I?"

Injuried?

Su Huan was startled and saw Mo Yanjue slowly raising the hand with the band-aid on it...

Hiss!

The small strip of cloth was torn apart.

"What are you doing! It hurts..." Mo Yanjue went to cover it, but there was nothing on the smooth back of his hand, and his forehead was twitching in embarrassment.

Su Huan was speechless and glanced at his embarrassing expression with some fun.

"Huan'er, I thought..." Mo Yanjue pursed his lips.

Su Huan let out a breath and picked up the bowl beside him by some mistake.

Mo Yanjue couldn't believe it, his heart beat faster. When he saw the little white hand holding the spoon in front of him, he stretched it out. He opened his mouth and took a bite elegantly. His eyes were locked on Su Huan's face, and his mouth was not open for joy. It will move.

"Cough cough..."

Choking.

Su Huan picked up the handkerchief and touched the corners of his lips. Mo Yanjue clasped her hand, feeling sad and his eyes red with hopelessness.

Su Huan felt sorry for his cautious and humble appearance, and continued to scoop the porridge in the bowl, keeping a calm tone, "How many days have you not eaten?"

"After you leave." Mo Yanjue muttered, swallowing, trying to suppress the hot blood surging in his chest.

Su Huan sighed and put the second spoonful into his mouth, pretending to be disgusted and humming softly,

"Eat well, I need your help with some things. Wait until you go somewhere, don't even have the strength to walk."

"What's the matter?" Mo Yanjue became serious and stopped pretending. He took the porridge bowl from his hand and drank it all in one gulp!

His movements were so fast that he suddenly changed into a different person.

Su Huan was left with nothing, could one sentence be so effective?

After sorting out his thoughts, Su Huan told Mo Yanjue about Xiaoyu and her brother, especially the human trafficker named Aunt Rong.

After hearing this, Mo Yanjue couldn't sit still, and the clavicle and chest muscles that were deliberately exposed were suddenly covered by him. He quickly put on his robe, then tied the belt and shouted, "How audacious! I didn't know there were other people in the capital." Such a shameful place! Do you suspect that Aunt Rong is Sister Rong?"

Su Huan said, "If she has been lurking in the capital, there might be someone behind her who is her backer. Xiaoyu said that when she was pretending to be a refugee, she once mentioned that a relative had arrived in the capital."

Mo Yanjue frowned, "Could it be...she was referring to Mrs. Su?"

"I thought so too at first, but it's not logically reasonable. When she deceived Xiaoyu and her brother, it happened to be when we arrived in the capital. If it was really just for Mrs. Su, why did she deceive Xiaoyu at such a sensitive time? Where is the Chen family? Wouldn’t it be safer to hide in the village and observe the actions here secretly? "

Mo Yanjue pursed his lips, "What you said makes sense. If you don't move, no one will notice..."

"So I think the relative she mentioned is someone else, and he is the one Sister Rong thinks is the bigger backer!"

Mo Yanjue was fully dressed and held Su Huan in his arms. He wished he could integrate the person into his body as a component and would not let go.

"Where are you taking me?" He blew hot air into her ear in a calm voice.

Su Huan lowered his head and shrank his neck. He pulled away Mo Yanjue's hand that was touching his cheek and said with a straight face, "Don't move your hands or feet. Don't forget, we have nothing to do with each other anymore! I I came to you because I want you to see the good deeds that your Dashun ministers are doing behind their backs!"

"It doesn't matter? Did you save me last night?"

"That's because you took me away!"

"I kissed you and you didn't refuse!"

"Then! Is that called kissing?" Su Huan was sullen. It was clearly called nibbling. "Because you were intoxicated by the incense, I woke you up later!"

Mo Yanjue pressed the tip of his tongue hard against the corner of his lips, anxious and angry.

"It's not because I found out that it was you and knew that you wouldn't enter the Chen Mansion regardless, and I was worried about ruining your plan, that I kept guarding outside the room. I wanted to trample that Chen He to death. Are you so stubborn? Heartfelt?"

"I..." Su Huan was speechless and licked her lips, "Don't forget, I already said..."

"You mean I married someone else in my last life, right? Then I can tell you for sure now, absolutely not!" Mo Yanjue straightened his back. Since he mentioned this matter, he must speak clearly today!

"Yu Ruoyan and I don't get along, and the wedding day is scheduled for the year after tomorrow! Think about it, in that life when your hosta was taken away by Mrs. Shen, would she keep it as a treasure? The only way is to exchange it for money, and the hosta is There is a totem on it that represents my identity! It is a mark of marriage! Once the hosta is discovered by any pawn shop, no one will dare to hide it secretly!"

Su Huan was a little dazed. She did see the horoscope thing in the Chen Mansion, but, "The seal of fate?"

Mo Yanjue nodded affirmatively, "That's right! Do you think I would just give you a hosta? Once the royal mark enters the market, no merchant would dare to hide it privately!"

Su Huan was stunned, her fingers were wrapped in hot palms,

The man's dull and sad voice continued, "Do you know why I have to speed up the raids on the Su family? It actually has something to do with you! If I forgot you, I wouldn't hate Su Changzhou so much! Nor would I see the hosta at first sight. I’ll go find you!”