Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

Miaomiao looked down and saw a scarred hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Looking around again, I saw a man whose face was stained with blood and couldn't see clearly, lying on the ground. He raised his hand with difficulty to grab Miaomiao's feet. His breath was like a gossamer and his voice was like a mosquito: "Help...save me..."

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Luo Yunfei saw that the man was actually holding on to Miao Miao, so she made a quick decision and raised her leg to kick the man.

The man groaned, but held on to Miao Miao with his hand, which showed that he had a strong will to survive.

Luo Yunfei didn't care whether the man's will to survive was strong or not. Seeing that the man wouldn't let go, Luo Yunfei raised his legs and wanted to step on him a few more times, but was stopped by Xiao Yuanzi.

"What do you mean?"

Luo Yunfei looked at Xiao Yuanzi with an unkind expression.

The origin of this person is unknown, and it is unclear whether he is good or evil. Now he is pestering Miaomiao. If he doesn't solve it quickly, it is hard to save him.

Xiao Yuanzi clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

"What if this person is a bad person?"

Luo Yunfei asked back.

Xiaoyuanzi was stunned.

The abbot never taught me this.

"Look, what is this?"

Just as the two were facing each other tit for tat, little Miaomiao excitedly held up a jade pendant and asked.

This was what the little guy pulled out from the man's waist.

There was no other way. Her legs were grabbed and she couldn't walk. The two friends were chatting again. Miaomiao had no choice but to find something to do on her own.

Luo Yunfei looked at the sound. After seeing the thing clearly, his pupils trembled suddenly and he almost lost control of his expression.

"Miaomiao, where did this thing come from?"

"I found it from this uncle."

Miaomiao pointed at the fallen man with an innocent face.

The pattern on this jade pendant is a four-clawed python pattern, which means that the owner of the jade pendant is one of the princes.

As for which one it is, Luo Yunfei doesn't know.

Just when Luo Yunfei was thinking about which prince this was, a rustling sound came from not far away.

Could it be that the prince's assassin is after him?

Luo Yunfei's heart tightened.

She squatted down and tried hard to break open the man's hand that was holding Miaomiao, but the hand seemed to be made of iron and could not be broken open no matter how hard it was.

How to do? !

Luo Yunfei became nervous like never before.

"Miao Miao? Seventh Sister?!" A familiar voice sounded.

A somewhat embarrassed Luo Wanying suddenly appeared and looked at the three children in surprise: "What are you..."

"Auntie!"

Miaomiao looked at Luo Wanying in great surprise, and wanted to run to Luo Wanying, but the little guy forgot that his legs were still being grabbed, and he almost fell down when he raised his legs.

Luo Wanying quickly stepped forward to catch Miaomiao, and happened to see the man in the grass.

Luo Wanying had an idea in her mind. She knelt down and wiped the blood on the man's face. It turned out to be the prince.

Luo Wanying attended the palace banquet and met the prince once.

Although this man was really embarrassed now, Luo Wanying still recognized him at a glance.

Unexpectedly, the prince who appeared in the cave in his previous life was here now.

Luo Wanying, who had been wandering around the mountain for who knows how long, didn't know what expression to put on.

"Second sister, this seems to be the prince in the palace."

Luo Yunfei couldn't care less about the tit-for-tat confrontation with Luo Wanying, and reminded Luo Wanying in a low voice.

Luo Wanying nodded: "Yes, this is the prince."

It's actually the prince.

Luo Yunfei was shocked again.

"Second sister, let's run quickly. If you dare to scheme against the prince, the person behind it must not be simple."

Luo Yunfei only thought for a second before urging Luo Wanying to leave the prince behind.

According to normal logic, this is indeed what should be done.

After all, this is a battle between princes. Even if Shangshu Mansion has certain influence in the court, it is not something they can get involved in.

If it weren’t for the experience in the previous life, Luo Wanying might have done the same, but the prince cannot die now.

The death of the prince gave Mu Xiuzhu a chance.

The ending of the previous Shangshu Mansion was not much better.

Although Luo Qingqing became the queen, she had no sense of belonging to the Shangshu Mansion. She did not feel that she was the daughter of the Luo family, and she even felt that her father had spoiled his concubine and killed his wife, which was sorry for her.

Before the grand ceremony of Mu's enthronement, the people in the court were unstable. Some people who followed other princes and the former prince looked down upon Mu Xiuzhu. In order to frighten the officials, Mu Xiuzhu specifically chose the Luo family for surgery.

After randomly picking a mistake, the entire Luo family was ransacked and exiled, and he and Miaomiao also died quietly in the third prince's residence.

"You can't run. I'll help the prince take care of his wounds first. We'll talk about other things later."

Luo Wanying knelt down and simply gave the man some medicine.

Of course, it is the most basic medicine for golden sores.

Although Luo Wanying had enough time to prepare sufficient medicine, she could even bring the doctor over directly.

But Luo Wanying didn't.

She knew that things couldn't be done too obviously, as if they were handled too carefully, they would be easily seen through.

This is the truth that too much is never enough.

Anyway, as long as the prince does not die and does not give Mu Xiuzhu a chance to rise to power, Luo Wanying doesn't care about the others.

Looking at the still bleeding wound, Luo Wanying frowned, grabbed the hem of the skirt with her white hands and tore it hard into long strips of cloth, and then bandaged the wound skillfully.

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In the Zen room, Mu Xiuran opened his eyes and looked at everything around him blankly.

Where are you?

Wasn't he assassinated? Why does it appear here? Did someone save him?

Looking down at himself, Mu Xiuran saw that his clothes had been changed, and when he lightly touched the bandaged wound on his chest, Mu Xiuran couldn't help but hiss.

It hurts.

The third child really killed him. If someone hadn't saved him, he would have been completely dead this time.

Tsk.

Mu Xiuran seemed to be in a trance, grabbing a child's leg before he passed out. Did she save him?

With a creak, the door suddenly opened.

Mu Xiuran turned his head warily, and a soft and white girl suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Are you awake?"

Miaomiao stared at Mu Xiuran curiously.

"Did you save me?"

Seeing that it was a child, Mu Xiuran relaxed a little and asked warmly.

Miaomiao frowned in distress, tilted her head and thought for a while, then nodded and shook her head.

"What do you mean?"

Mu Xiuran was a little confused.

"We all brought you back together, not Miaomiao alone."

That's why he nodded and shook his head.

It turned out to be the case.

Mu Xiuran understood and reached out to rub the little guy's head.

"Where is this place?"

"This is Huguo Temple, why are you so injured? Uncle, are you not popular? That's why you were beaten?"

Miaomiao looked at Mu Xiuran with dazzling eyes.

This is the first time the little guy has encountered such a miserable person.

In Miaomiao's guess, this uncle must be very unpopular and have no friends, otherwise how could he be beaten so badly.

The little guy's childish question made Mu Xiuran couldn't help but smile.