Mr. Fu ran away again today

Fu Chuxi leaned against the bed, looking down at Mo Chen who was holding his arm, feeling an uncontrollable guilt in her heart.

He remembered the first time he met Mo Chen, when he looked at himself, his eyes were as burning as peach blossoms blooming in spring.He just saw what Mo Chen thought about him, and he took advantage of this to leave the capital, a place of right and wrong, and found a safe place to develop his power secretly.

At the beginning, he would be wary of Mo Chen, but later he discovered that although Mo Chen is the head of a sect, his heart is as pure as a child's. He has small thoughts about himself, but he takes those thoughts well. , He didn't show it on weekdays, and every time he saw him, he always had a respectful attitude. Fu Chuxi thought that he had lost those thoughts long ago, and just regarded himself as an elder brother.

Later, Fu Chuxi also got used to being an elder brother, and always liked to preach when she saw Mo Chen.Mo Chen didn't find it annoying either, he just listened to whatever he said.Elder Cui is sometimes very angry, saying that the words of his uncle are not as important to the island owner as the words of a subordinate.

Later, he decided to leave, hoping that that period of life would be kept as a memory, and the world would never have to see each other again.So when he left Bai'an City, Fu Chuxi didn't think about saying goodbye.He thought that Mo Chen would be disappointed when he saw the contract he left behind, and would lose his temper, but he didn't expect that Mo Chen would chase all the way from Mochen Island to the outside of the pass, and even desperately tried to save him several times.

Fu Chuxi suddenly remembered what Mo Chen said to him when he was in the military camp. He said: "With me here, you will not die."

He has already placed himself in a position as important as his life... How can he repay this love?

The lights were jumping, Fu Chuxi looked down at the sleeping Mo Chen,

He couldn't give Mo Chen the affection he wanted, even if he was willing to try, there was nothing he could do.Now that he is 24 years old, when he returns to Beijing this time, his father will definitely point out a marriage for him. The father's fate is heaven, and the emperor's fate is difficult...

Fu Chuxi secretly made a decision.While there is still time, let Mo Chen go back earlier when he arrives in the capital, maybe after two years he will forget about these things, continue to be his owner of Mochen Island, and live his happy life.

Fu Chuxi was thinking about what to say to Mo Chen when he woke up, when he heard a knock on the door.

Yang Lang said: "Your Highness, I have something important to report."

Fu Chuxi tried to twitch his arm, but Mo Chen hugged him too tightly, so he couldn't pull it out, so he said, "Come in."

Yang Lang opened the door and came in, but he didn't go into the inner bedroom, he just stood outside and waited.

Fu Chuxi noticed that something was wrong with his expression, and asked, "What happened?"

"Your Highness, my subordinate..." Yang Lang hesitated.

Fu Chuxi pulled the quilt to replace her arm, Mo Chen tossed and tossed for a long time before letting go, Fu Chuxi stood up a little irritably and walked outside, as soon as she went out, she smelled a trace of blood in the air, and then saw a bloodstain on Yang Lang's neck .

"What happened to your neck injury? Murong Yuan escaped?" Fu Chuxi asked.

"No, it's my subordinate..." Yang Lang took a deep breath and said, "It was left behind by his struggle when my subordinate killed Molang."

Fu Chuxi was shocked all over: "What did you say?! You killed... Molang?" He lowered his voice for the last two words, fearing that the people in the room would hear them.

"No one can match the martial arts of Molang, and if he is alive, he will ruin the master's affairs." Yang Lang looked at death as if he were home: "So, the subordinate decided to kill him without authorization."

"You!" Fu Chuxi raised his hand and slapped Yang Lang hard, and because Mo Chen didn't dare to scold loudly in the back room, he was so angry that his voice was trembling: "Yang Lang...do you know that you are trapping me in an inhumane way?" Injustice?!"

He promised Mo Chen to take good care of Mo Lang, and he handed Mo Lang over to his most trusted subordinate, but when he turned around, his subordinate actually took advantage of his drunkenness and killed him...

Yang Lang knelt down, offering his sword with both hands: "This subordinate is guilty, so I come here to plead guilty."

"bass--"

Fu Chuxi drew out his sword and pressed it against Yang Lang's neck. The wound on his neck was still bleeding. It was hard for Fu Chuxi to imagine how a man who was so drunk that he couldn't get up drew his sword and hurt Yang Lang's neck, almost cutting him off. of the throat.

Yang Lang knelt on the ground and looked up at Fu Chuxi: "Before His Highness kills this subordinate, I still have a few words to say."

Fu Chuxi said coldly, "Say."

"This subordinate knows that His Highness is kind, and he doesn't want to kill Molang, nor does he want to hurt Island Lord Mo, but it will take four or five days to get to the capital from here, even if he travels fast day and night. Island Lord Mo said before that he will meet Molang within three to five days. But he came so fast, the subordinates were afraid something would happen on the way, so they decided to kill him..." Yang Lang said, "Your Highness, if Murong Yuan is robbed, can you think about how to explain to His Majesty after you go back?"

"His Royal Highness has suffered for so many years, and these months of life and death on the battlefield... In the end, because of a Murong Yuan, everything was ruined, is it worth it?" Yang Lang lowered his eyes and said, "This subordinate deserves death, but this subordinate Finally, I have another wish, I hope that His Highness will allow his subordinates to escort you back to the capital safely, and then his subordinates will kill themselves to apologize for this crime."

Yang Lang's words were all about this, Fu Chuxi couldn't kill him no matter what.He knew that Yang Lang was a sincere subordinate, but sometimes he was too sincere, and instead did such wrong things that he thought he was sincere.

"Where's the corpse?" Fu Chuxi asked in a deep voice.

"It has already been thrown into the mass grave, and my subordinates went to throw it in person, and no one saw it." Yang Lang said again.

Fu Chuxi suppressed the anger in her heart: "Are you sure you're dead?"

Yang Lang said: "One sword pierces the heart."

Fu Chuxi gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Go back to the capital and punish you! Now go prepare the carriage and set off immediately."

Yang Lang said: "Yes."

Watching Yang Lang leave, Fu Chuxi pushed open the door of the inner room.

Mo Chen was still sleeping, and his sleep was not very peaceful, he hummed twice from time to time, his brows were furrowed.

If he woke up and found out that his brother had been killed, with his temperament, he would probably blame himself to death...

Fu Chuxi squeezed her fist, and said to herself, she must not let him know about this matter.

When Mo Chen woke up, he thought he was still dizzy, and the surroundings were shaking, only the feeling of headache was real.

"Wake up? Come, drink some water."

Fu Chuxi's voice came from next to his ear, which was rare and gentle.

A water bag was handed to his mouth, Mo Chen opened his mouth and took a sip of water, then closed his eyes weakly: "My head hurts..."

"It's no wonder you don't have a headache after drinking so much wine." Fu Chuxi raised her hand to press Mo Chen's temple, after a while Mo Chen felt better and opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Fu Chuxi's face that was close at hand.

Mo Chen was startled, and then he saw clearly where he was.

At the moment he was in a carriage, not only that, he found himself lying on Fu Chuxi's lap.

"I..." Mo Chen struggled to get up, but when he moved, he was entangled with a disgusting dizziness, which made him unable to hold on and fell down again.

"Don't move around," Fu Chuxi let him rest on his arm, put one hand on his chest, and patted, "You've only slept for a few hours, can you sleep a little longer?"

There was not enough room in the carriage for one person to lie flat and sleep, and the carriage was rickety again. Fu Chuxi wanted him to sleep more comfortably, so she let him fall asleep on his lap half-reliant.

Mo Chen didn't seem to be fully awake yet, he stared at Fu Chu hoping for a while, then suddenly grabbed Fu Chuxi's hand on his chest, and then put it in his mouth.

"What are you doing?" Fu Chuxi asked.

"Let me take a bite, and I'll see if it's a dream." Mo Chen said.

Fu Chuxi said angrily, "Bite yourself."

"Oh..." The next moment, Island Master Mo bit the back of his hand without hesitation, and immediately bared his teeth in pain.

Fu Chuxi was angry and funny: "If I tell you to bite you, you will really bite? Are you stupid?"

Mo Chen rubbed the backs of his hands, and lay flat on Mr. Fu's gentle place happily: "I just can't believe that you are so kind to me..."

Mr. Fu asked: "Did I treat you badly before?"

"It's not..." Mo Chen laughed silly for a while, and said, "By the way, let's just leave like this, what about Ah Lang?"

When A Lang was mentioned, Fu Chuxi froze, and said, "Don't worry, the people in the post will take good care of him."

"That's good..." Mo Chen closed his eyes and let out a long breath, "Let's hurry up and arrive at the capital earlier, maybe when Ah Lang arrives, this Beidi prince will not be in your hands, At that time, even if he is rescued by Ah Lang, it will not implicate you."

Fu Chuxi hummed, but didn't answer the question.

"Hey, every time we meet Ah Lang, we can't avoid fighting. I wonder if we can sit down and have a good drink and chat next time we meet..." Mo Chen talked to himself for a while, then fell asleep again.

There was guilt in Fu Chuxi's eyes, he knew that Mo Chen would never see his brother again.