Prince's baby concubine

"Xun'er!" Mo Yizhao reacted quickly, pulled Jimo Xun into his arms, and successfully dodged the arrow of unknown origin.

Before he breathed a sigh of relief, many more arrows shot over, and the bandits fell into a mess and were shot to death one by one.Xueyuan took the opportunity to escape and fled into the woods.

Who was so bold to attack Mo Yizhao and the others? The arrow stopped the moment Xueyuan disappeared.It seems to be the person with Xueyuan.But he didn't intend to kill Mo Yizhao and Jimo Xun deliberately.

Mo Yizhao gritted his teeth when he found that Xueyuan was missing. Things seemed to be getting more and more complicated. Both Huan'er and Huan Ziling seemed to have special identities, so what did they want to do?

Jimo Xun pushed Mo Yizhao away angrily, and walked away angrily.Knowing that he was angry, Mo Yizhao followed him flatteringly, tilted his head and called him, "Xun'er."

Jimo ignored him and walked on on his own, this time he was really angry.

"Xun'er, I was wrong."

"……"not talking.

"Xun'er."

"..."

"Xun'er."

"..."

"Xun'er, you are going in the wrong direction, the second brother and the others are over there."

Jimo Xun almost vomited blood to death, he was almost mad at him, but he turned around obediently and walked in another direction.

The sky darkened, and the woods became eerie and terrifying. The wind rustled the leaves, and the moonlight shone through, whirling and swaying.

Jimo Xun tried his best and still walked ahead by himself, and Mo Yizhao didn't catch up. He just liked to bully little guys, so he didn't go forward even though he knew that Jimo Xun was afraid of the dark.

"Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him." Jimo Xun reminded himself over and over again not to talk to Mo Yizhao.It's the first time I hate this era so much. The 21st century is so wonderful, with high-rise buildings, brightly lit, and lively people and vehicles.

The town is really far away. After walking for a long time, there is still no fire. Fortunately, it has just rained and the sky is clear now. The moon is high in the sky, and the moonlight can be used for illumination. Otherwise, it will be dark and blind, and nothing will be seen.

The owl cooed, and Jimo Xun became more and more frightened. Fear of the dark is a fatal weakness.But he still insisted not to talk to Mo Yizhao, if he didn't come forward to apologize after so long, that guy must have done it on purpose.

Mo Yizhao is not in a hurry, he will wait for his baby to come over and hug him when he is scared.

As he was walking, Jimo Xun stopped suddenly. He seemed to hear something. He stopped and listened carefully. It seemed to be the sound of flutes.

The sound of the flute was drowned out by the rustling wind, and could only be heard faintly and intermittently.The indistinct sound of the flute made Jimo Xun startled again, the sound of the flute was that song, very familiar, and the memory of the sound of the flute gradually became clearer.

In the first burst of severe pain, Jimo Xun squatted down covering his head, and Mo Yizhao immediately caught up, not knowing what happened to the little guy.He leaned down and asked softly, "Xun'er, are you all right?"

"My head hurts." Jimo Xun was in great pain, it seemed that other people's memories were really hard to bear.

Mo Yizhao rubbed his head distressedly: "Can Xun'er still stand up?" Jimo Xun nodded and stood up, and Mo Yizhao helped him walk slowly to the town.Jimo Xun suffered from the severe headache, and the figure of a young boy repeatedly appeared in his memory. He didn't remember who it was or what it looked like.

Gradually, Jimo Xun's vision became blurred, maybe it was because of dizziness, maybe it was because of the tears he shed uncontrollably, anyway, he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, he just felt his body was light, and he passed out directly.

"Xun'er." That gentle voice, with a kind smile, called Jimo Xun's name over and over again.Jimo Xun couldn't see the boy's face clearly, he could only hear his familiar and gentle voice, and could feel his reluctance and helplessness.Who is he?

"Xun'er, Xun'er..." The boy's voice gradually turned into Mo Yizhao's urgent call, and Jimo Xun opened his eyes with difficulty.

Mo Yizhao breathed a sigh of relief, his sudden fainting was really frightening, luckily the doctor of the pharmacy in the small town was still awake.

"Xun'er, is there any discomfort?" Mo Yizhao covered Jimo Xun's forehead, looking at his pale face covered with tears.

Jimo Xun didn't want to hide it from him, and said: "Zhao, I heard a strange flute sound, which is exactly the same as the ringtone. It's very strange. I always think of someone, but I don't know who he is, but it's definitely not you."

Mo Yizhao thought about it carefully, and remembered that Concubine Yan said that the phantom sound Ziling was Xiqi's musical instrument, so that piece of music should not be Nanxiang's, so saying: "Xun'er, do you still remember Xiqi? "

"Xiqi?" With vague memory, Jimo Xun only remembered his own country.

"I know that Xun'er has been a proton in Nanxiang for many years, and maybe his memory of Xiqi is not so clear. That song is not from Nanxiang, but from Xiqi."

"Then who is the person in my dream?" Jimo Xun was still more curious about the boy.

"How do I know this?" Mo Yizhao moved his face closer to Jimo Xun and said intentionally, "Xun'er already has a dream lover, I'm so pitiful, it looks like I'm going to be abandoned."

"No!" Jimo Xun blushed.

Mo Yizhao hugged him into his arms: "Then remember you can only love me alone."

"Understood." Jimo Xun pretended to reply helplessly.Actually, can he still love others?Jimo Xun, who loves this man deeply, has completely forgotten that he is a straight man.

In the middle of the night, Jimo Xun lay in Mo Yizhao's arms and couldn't fall asleep. He wanted to turn over but was afraid of disturbing Mo Yizhao, so he could only stare at the moonlight coming in from the window in a daze.

The night was very quiet, and suddenly there was a faint sound of flute, which was clearer than before, so clear that it seemed to be within reach.Listening to the sound of the flute, it is so euphemistic and clear, monotonous yet elegant, like a clear spring splashing in the sun, or like a valley passing through a breeze.

Jimo Xun finally fell asleep under the hypnosis of the sound of the flute, but Mo Yizhao, who had been pretending to be asleep, woke up, as if everything was as he knew, and the sound of the flute would definitely appear again.He must find out who it is.

Under the moonlight, the man in white with long fluttering hair was playing the flute alone, his back was desolate.

"Who the hell are you?" Mo Yizhao appeared behind the man at some point, and his faint voice was full of magnetism: "What are you going to do to Xun'er? If you dare to hurt him, don't blame me for being rude."

The corner of the man's mouth curved beautifully, and when he turned around, the wind blew his long hair, and Mo Yizhao's pupils shrank, showing a surprised expression.

"You are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks to me, when did Xun'er become yours?"...