Your Majesty, he has a backache and brain fever

What Xia Moshi was thinking just now is not suitable to ask now, and he couldn't find anyone to explain it to him, because Shen Yunqi was carefully carried away as soon as he fainted, and he was about to follow up to have a look, but was caught Stopped him: "Young master, don't worry, we will definitely settle Mr. Shen in a safe place. If our leader personally treats Mr. Shen, there will be no serious problems. Please come this way, young master, this is the guest room prepared for you."

His words are impeccable, his appearance is elegant, and his conversation is quite elegant. He is not at all like a person in the martial arts world, but rather like a prominent figure in an aristocratic family. It is impressive. It really is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!

The two of them went up the mountain on foot, especially when Xia Moshi, the wounded who was not yet fully recovered, was leading Shen Yunqi, the seriously ill patient, the speed was slow. So after the two were settled down, it was already past the time to hold the lights.

Perhaps it was due to arriving in a new environment and with things in mind, Xia Moshi, who was as tired as a Shar-Pei when he went up the mountain, was exceptionally sober at this moment, constantly thinking about what he would do since he came to this world. Seeing the bits and pieces of Shen Yunqi's first face, he didn't come to any conclusion after much deliberation. He always felt that he should know something, but he couldn't remember what he should know.It wasn't until the ugly time was approaching that he was full of doubts and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, the place where he lived was still deserted, except that someone brought him two meals at meal time, so he put it down and left. His attitude towards him was not very polite, but it was not rude, Xia Moshi After trying it with the silver chopsticks I carried with me, I used it a little bit, and then stood alone in the yard in a daze, just eating like this and waiting to die for a day.

The next day, Xia Moshi noticed a scorching gaze beside his bed, staring at him all the time, his heart suddenly became vigilant, and he woke up immediately. Opening his eyes, it was the first sight he saw after coming here the day before yesterday. One person, also the man who was unfortunately sprayed with blood by Shen Yunqi, if he remembers correctly, they called him - the leader.

Looking at Xia Mo with a vigilant face, Shen Yunruo withdrew his sizing eyes, pointed to the tray in his hand, which contained a bowl of mushroom porridge: "People in poor villages can only rely on mountains to eat, please don't be offended." , His Majesty the Emperor."

As soon as the last four words came out, Xia Moshi's right hand, which was dressing, froze. After a second of sluggishness, he pulled up his sleeves and straightened his collar: "Your Excellency, be careful, you are mistaken, I am just a white dress."

"There is no one else here, why bother playing charades with me?"

"Shen Yunqi told you?" For some reason, Xia Moshi felt that this person was not a good person.

Shen Yunruo was full of resentment: "You are still like this. Once something happens out of your control, he is the first thing that comes to mind. It's hard for him to think about you. I really feel worthless for him!"

The expression of the person in front of him staring at him was full of contempt and disgust, and his tone was clearly identifiable with cruelty and disdain. At this moment, he was completely different from Shen Yunruo who he saw outside the mountain gate the evening before yesterday. At this moment, Xia Moshi understood I really feel that this person is the legendary demon leader who kills without batting an eyelid.

A feeling of fear began to grow in his heart, but perhaps because of the extreme fear, he became calmer and faced him two by two without saying a word.

"It's so hard to guess. Let me tell you. My people saw someone holding a portrait looking for you all over the street at the foot of the mountain. Do you know who it is?" Standing in front of Xia Moshi, he pinched his chin and smiled cruelly, "The reaction is really big, he cares so much about the puppet in his palm, I really miss the decisive person back then, so cold-blooded that he never Nothing can be put in his heart, just like the most perfect weapon in the world."

As he spoke, the hand resting on his chin slowly moved to his neck again, and he grabbed it: "Tell me, if he knows that his things have been moved, how will he react in a panic?"

Xia Moshi was pinched by him until his face turned pale and he couldn't breathe well, and his subordinates were still trying their best to fight against him, their stubborn eyes reflected his black figure, but they gradually felt exhausted.

Just when he was about to pass, Shen Yunruo finally let him go, and Xia Moshi, who lost his support, fell to the ground and coughed uncontrollably.

"Look at you, it's just like a little ant that landed in my palm at this moment. It only takes another quarter of an hour, and I, Da Qi, will send away another former emperor again. It's a pity that he let me Take good care of you."

The person mentioned by this person just now is undoubtedly Xia Xuhuai, so who is the "he" he said now, telling him to take good care of himself?

Xia Moshi was puzzled when he saw that the man in black seemed to be a different person again, as if he had just seen the eye-catching red mark on Xia Moshi's neck, he apologized and said, "Oh, why is your master hurt, hurry up, I have medicine here, hurry up and bandage it up." As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a bottle of medicine-scented stuff from his sleeve and stuffed it into his hand, then left without hesitation.

Xia Moshi spread out his palms and looked at the slippery brown ceramic bottle with a slender mouth. His face was perplexed. Is this person schizophrenic or something, but if he is really schizophrenic, why does he carry such a bottle with him? A bottle of medicine, is it just for the sake of meeting someone?He is sick.

If it were an ordinary person, and he was tossed about like this, the first thing he thought of would be to pack his bags and run for his life, but Xia Moshi is really a magical species, he was terribly cowardly before leaving the palace, but now he can't wait to hate the world.

So he just touched the scar on his neck, and said disgustedly: "Tsk, the old wound is not healed, and a new wound has been added. Are you jealous of my beauty?" I ate it up twice, and at the end I stuck out my tongue and licked around the edge of my lips, exclaiming, "The workmanship is good."

Recalling the scene just now, Xia Moshi sensitively noticed the flickering fear and helplessness in that person's eyes when he saw the pinch mark on his neck. What was the reason that made him hate himself so much? But he didn't dare to really hurt himself, so what was he afraid of?Or is it because of the existence of someone that he has to respect himself a little bit, even if it's just a superficial disguise?

Xia Moshi had a hunch that that person would come again.

Sure enough, as soon as noon came, Shen Yunruo appeared in front of him on time, and this time he still brought him food, and put it in a food box. It seemed that it should be richer than yesterday.

Xia Moshi didn't respond, just folded his arms and waited quietly to watch him, wary of what he would do again, but he just sat quietly by the side, planning to watch Xia Moshi eat, silently speechless.

Rao was as big-hearted as Xia Moshi, and he didn't welcome this person to accompany him like this, so he kept his standing posture: "Su Wen, people on your path like to go straight to the point, why don't you get straight to the point and speak straight? Dare to ask the leader Your name, your name, how do you address them?" Xia Moshi didn't want to always address him as the leader, making him seem like his younger brother and subordinate.

The man replied coldly: "Shen Yunruo."

"Shen Yunruo, Shen Yunqi, so you two are brothers?"

With such a similar name, people have to associate the two together, but Shen Yunruo denied it: "No. But if you insist on calling them brothers, that's fine."

What is it? This person is really a freak, and he is still playing tricks on answering a question.

Shen Yunruo thought for a moment, and explained: "I am a person without father and mother. I have long been used to being alone. I have never had any family or friends. The person you mentioned has saved my life. I think his name is good. , I changed it to something similar, does it sound good?"

Xia Moshi: "..."

"It's fine if you like it." Could it be that if I said something bad, would you still change your name?

"I really like it." Shen Yunruo showed a warm smile like spring.

"Speaking of which, do you hate me? Or, do you hate everything related to imperial power, and people?"

"Yes." Shen Yunruo admitted generously, "To be honest, I'm not afraid of you knowing that I do hate the imperial power, the royal family and the imperial city, but everything can't match my hatred for you, His Majesty the Emperor."

Sure enough, Shen Yunruo stretched out his evil hands towards Xia Moshi again, but this time because he was on guard, Xia Moshi dodged, and when passing by, he even snatched up the soft leather whip stuck in his waist , counterattacked with a backhand, and tied Shen Yunruo's hands into a twist.

"If you have something to say, let's be a civilized person, don't always beat and kill with your hands and feet?"

Shen Yunruo ignored him, it seemed to him that Xia Moshi was no different from invisible air, and the whip marks on his back and tied hands were not so important.

On the contrary, it was a little blood stained on the whip that stimulated him, and he recalled such a scene: Every time Shen Yunqi left the capital and returned to Yushan, he looked sick, and in the eyes of outsiders, he just hadn't been exposed to the sun Pale, but he accidentally bumped into it once, it was scars all over his body, scratched by sharp objects, hit by blunt objects, and bruises from things like whips, old and new wounds scattered , appalling.

But every time, the man smiled so brightly, he didn't care, and his reaction was as if he accidentally bumped it, which seemed that he was making too much fuss.

"One day, it will come back."

It was clearly March in Yangchun, but Shen Yunruo's cold tone made Xia Mo shudder when he heard it. The crusade between the words seemed to be engraved in his bones, deep and bloody.

Later, what surprised Xia Moshi even more was that he saw Shen Yunruo's cold eyes filled with watery light, as if recalling some painful past events, like a poor, helpless and hesitant child, with a crying voice He said something: "He is such a person, he will go through life and death for you like that, he will not hesitate...but he is treated like this by you, why? Is it worth it?"

The moment the tears fell from the corners of Shen Yunruo's eyes, Xia Moshi's heart was no less shocked than when he woke up and found that he and Xia Xuhuai had an impure sleep in bed, and his mind was agitated.