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"My lord, go and return the sword to King Jin." Seeing that he was lost in thought, Ye Er hurriedly pushed him away quietly, throwing an expression of you being stupid and chasing after him.

oh!Only then did Mo You regain her senses, and hurriedly greeted everyone one by one, ignoring Ruan Xinting's coquettish calls, and ran all the way to the place where Feng Xiaoran disappeared without noticing a pair of scorching hot girls behind her. His eyes were persistently chasing him until his back disappeared into the vast night.

"His Royal Highness, Mo You seems to have some connection with the King of Jin. According to the report from the spies, the King of Jin stayed overnight at the Prince Wen's mansion before he left Beijing. Could it be that King Wen himself doesn't want him, but wants to use him to win the King of Jin?" A man in gray was bowing and speaking to the prince.

"Hmph, King Wen is a standard hypocrite. With the current throne, we can't do anything. Let's see it first." The prince snorted coldly, his voice was deep but full of spirit, and he didn't look like he was seriously ill at all.

Relying on his internal strength, Mo You followed the footsteps in the distance and walked forward, meandering to a secluded and dark courtyard. There was no one in private, and there was no light in the palace. It seemed to be an old palace that no one had lived in for a long time. King Jin What are you doing here?

He walked forward slowly with light steps, and suddenly heard a low and depressed moaning sound not far away. He pushed aside the bushes and looked inside, only to see a vague figure in an old small pavilion. At first glance, it turned out to be King Jin.

The figure swayed slightly, the figure that was leaning on the pillar suddenly became unstable, and suddenly fell backwards, Mo Youxin was startled, and flashed past, hugging him in his arms.

"what happened to you?"

"why you?"

Their eyes met, and the two asked questions almost at the same time.

Feng Xiaoran saw Mo You sticking tightly to him, he seemed a little afraid that he would know the secret, so he hurriedly pushed him away, while he leaned on the pillar to breathe slightly.

Seeing that he was so indifferent to her, Mo You felt cold, and forgot to ask him where the injury was and why his face was so ugly.

"Caomin is here to give His Highness the sword." He bowed respectfully, raised the Juque sword above his head with both hands, and presented it in front of Feng Xiaoran.

Seeing that he misunderstood what he meant, Feng Xiaoran wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.

"That's all, the sword is given to the hero. This thing can really display its dazzling brilliance in the hands of Mr. Mo. Let it be a gift from Xiao Wang to Mr. Mo."

"You will not be rewarded for your merits, Your Highness, please take it back." Once Mo You's stubborn temper came up, it was impossible to turn back. Now he believes that Feng Xiaoran despises his status, and may even despise him. King Wen's male favorite (of course he is not), feels as if he is being grabbed by countless little hands, and of course he doesn't give him a good look.

The two of them were so stiff, suddenly Feng Xiaoran groaned, and his body was limp and about to fall to the ground again. Seeing his pain, Mo You hurriedly helped him to the side and sat down, the moonlight seemed to be particularly attached to him, falling on The corners of his brows and eyes are extremely gentle.He was a little obsessed with watching, and couldn't help gently brushing away the sweat from his forehead.

Feng Xiaoran's body trembled slightly as if being electrocuted, but this time he did not push him away, but obediently leaned towards his arms.

"Hold me, I'm cold." The colic in his stomach made him restless, as if only the embrace of the young man in front of him could bring him a trace of warmth and tranquility.

Of course Mo You knew that this hug was not the other hug at this time, so she wrapped him in her arms obediently.Through the thick fox fur coat, it seems that he can still feel his firm and elastic honey-colored skin... Khan, what are you thinking!Mo You scolded herself sullenly in her heart, isn't this taking advantage of others' danger!

"What's the matter, Your Highness? Is it an injury that hasn't healed yet? Caomin has a little knowledge of medicine, why don't you let Caomin show you?" Mo You saw that he was always hunched over, his hands seemed to be pressed on his abdomen through the robe, I thought he must have suffered some severe internal injuries.

"No, I'll just take a rest. It's just the two of us here, do you have to distinguish me so clearly?" Feng Xiaoran's body leaning against his arms froze slightly, struggling to get up.

Mo You finally waited until the nephrite jade scented bag was full of her arms, she was not willing to let go, she hurriedly coaxed him and said: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I just don't want to be so pedantic in the future." Hey, I don't know that I was going to put on airs just now Who is it that has to push me away?

"Where's that friend of yours? Why did you leave you alone? I thought he was a close friend of His Highness because of his intimacy with you." Mo You bit down the word "close friend" heavily, but she didn't realize this. What a vinegary word.