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When Mo Xiangli rode his horse sweating profusely to the entrance of the Tai Chi Palace, he heard shouts from inside: "The Emperor is dead..."

Mo Xiangli was shocked physically and mentally, and the antidote in her hand fell to the ground in an instant. Mo Xiangli bit her lip and shook her head. She could not accept such a situation.

The ministers knelt down and cried together, Mo Xiangli gritted his teeth, picked up the antidote on the ground, took three steps in parallel, and ran up the steps.

"Let me in, I have the antidote..." Mo Xiangli just ran to the door of the sleeping hall when he was stopped by Sima Huan's men and shouted.

Sima Huan signaled the guards to stop her with his eyes, Xiao Jingyu is not dead yet, it will be over if he is really revived.

"The emperor is dead, and no one else is allowed to enter." Sima Huan snatched the antidote from Mo Xiangli's hand and prevented her from entering.

Mo Xiangli bit the guard's wrist, broke free, pulled out the long sword from the guard's waist, held a sword flower in his hand, and stabbed at Sima Huan's face with the sword.

Sima Huan didn't expect that a mere woman would be able to wield a sword, so he dodged back in a dangerous way, and the antidote in his hand was accidentally snatched back by Mo Xiangli.

Mo Xiangli kicked the guards with his long legs and swung his sword again and again with such force that the guards all retreated into the back bedroom.

"What's the noise outside?" Gao Sheng heard the sound of swords clashing outside the room, and just as he stepped out, a guard was kicked and flew into the dormitory. Fortunately, he reacted quickly or he would have been smashed.

Mo Xiangli propped his sword on the ground in embarrassment. When he saw him coming out, his eyes lit up. Just as he was about to speak, his chest was attacked by the swords of the guards, and he let out a miserable cry.

Gao Sheng quickly drew his sword to help, drove away those Sima Huan's men, helped Mo Xiangli who was injured, and sternly reprimanded: "Bold, the emperor has just fallen asleep, dare to disrespect before going to bed, and bully the emperor's concubines, what should I do?"

Sima Huan saluted falsely and apologized, "It's our fault." Seeing Mo Xiangli's resentful face, the corners of his mouth secretly curled up triumphantly, waved his hand, and left with his subordinates.

"Mei Mei, are you okay?" Gao Sheng supported the weak Mo Xiangli, looked at her bleeding chest, and said worriedly.

"Quick, help me to the emperor." Mo Xiangli pressed his stabbed chest and urged repeatedly.

Li Junye and Yan Zijin were lying in front of the dragon bed throbbing and crying. When they heard the voice of the conversation, they turned their heads with tears in their eyes and saw Mo Xiangli staggering towards the dragon bed with Gao Shengdi's support. Let it out.

Mo Xiangli was delayed by Sima Huan, so he rushed to the dragon bed in a hurry, quickly opened the box, took out the antidote, chewed it into pieces, put it into his mouth, and laying on his chest, he woke up expectantly and said:

"Tan Lang, Yan'er brought you the antidote, you must wake up."

Seeing this scene, Li Junye and the others couldn't help shaking their heads. If Mo Xiangli had come earlier, or had been saved, it would be even more difficult than going to heaven now.

Mo Xiangli waited for a minute or two, but Xiao Jingyu's chest didn't heave at all, tears flowed down his face instantly, and he said sadly, "Since you refuse to wake up, I'll sleep with you forever."

Mo Xiangli stood up abruptly, and when he was about to slam his head against the wall to follow him, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, and heard someone say urgently, "Don't die!"

Mo Xiangli looked at the person who opened his eyes, burst into laughter instantly, knelt down in front of the bed in surprise, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, you are awake."

Li Junye and others thought that the medicine stone was ineffective, but no one expected that Xiao Jingyu would miraculously come back to life.

"My soul hasn't left yet. I heard you crying and saying that you were going to die. I'm not scared back." Xiao Jingyu said with a slight smile, jokingly.

In fact, Xiao Jingyujue didn't die just now, but just wanted to fake his death privately, to try the true attitude of his cronies and others.

Gao Sheng hurriedly called the imperial physician into the hall, and the imperial physician regained his strong pulse, and happily said in congratulation:

"Your Majesty, the dragon's body is fine, and it's just a matter of recuperating the five viscera damaged by the poison. It seems that the gods have heard the voice of Muyun's people to keep the emperor, and it is Muyun's great fortune to keep the emperor in the world."

"Great, great!" Li Junye and Yan Zijin clapped their hands happily and said.

"What's the matter with your injuries?" Xiao Jingyu asked with concern when he saw the blood-stained blood on Mo Xiangli's chest.

"Sima Huan tried in vain to prevent me from going to bed to give you medicine. Fortunately, the emperor was blessed by the gods, so the emperor woke up, woo woo woo..."

Mo Xiangli hugged the lost and found lover, like a little girl, hid in his arms, said with aggrieved and fearful.

"Sima Huan, it's too much." Yan Zijin scolded angrily.

"Sima Huan's wolf ambition is truly terrifying. Fortunately, Beauty Mei's loyalty to the emperor has moved God." Li Junye sighed beside him, sincerely envious of Xiao Jingyu for having such a good wife.

Xiao Jingyu smiled kindly when he heard the words, and when he pushed away Mo Xiangli's sweaty hair sticking to his neck, he paused with his fingers, and the smile froze in his eyes.

On Mo Xiangli's fair and slender neck, there was a glaring hickey.

Because of the series of fights, Mo Xiangli opened his collar long ago, so from his angle, he just saw the fresh marks of love on his chest. How can a beautiful woman get the antidote?

Xiao Jingyu's heart sank suddenly, he would rather die than not know.

When Mo Xiangli saw him, he stared blankly at his neck, and suddenly remembered that there were still traces of love left by his brother on it, so he covered it up with his hair in a panic, not daring to look directly at him.

The atmosphere between the two of them froze for a moment and dropped to freezing point.

"Jun Ye, you guys go down first, I want to talk to Yan'er alone." Xiao Jingyu put his face away in the blink of an eye, put his arms around Mo Xiangli's waist, and said ambiguously.

Yan Zijin hurriedly dragged Li Junye out, turned around and winked narrowly at the emperor, Xiao Jingyu returned a gentle smile.

Gao Sheng took out the golden sore medicine from his arms very sensiblely, and left it to Xiao Jingyu. It seems that it is not unreasonable to be a eunuch to reach a high position.

Soon, there were only two people left in the dormitory, but the atmosphere was no longer the joy it was before, and it was silently heavy.

Xiao Jingyu reached out again, trying to pull off Mo Xiangli's clothes to check, but she hid herself.

Mo Xiangli burst into tears, fell to the ground, turned his head and said bitterly: "Tan Lang, I'm sorry, your Yan'er was dirty, you like other people."

Xiao Jingyu clenched his fists and asked angrily, "Who is it?"

Mo Xiangli shook his head, crying and not speaking.

Xiao Jingyu hugged her exploiting shoulders, and comforted her with a forced smile: "Okay, if Yan'er doesn't want to talk, I won't ask. I'm too weak to protect my woman well."

Mo Xiangli was very moved by his understanding at this time, laying in his arms and comfortingly said: "Tan Lang, he is the most powerful emperor I have ever seen, this time the enemy is too cunning."

"Why didn't Han Qing protect you?" Xiao Jingyu thought of Han Qing who took Mo Xiangli away and saw that his protection was not good, and his words were deeply harsh.

"Brother, he's for me... he... woo..." Mo Xiangli felt a suffocating pain in his heart when he heard him mention Han Qing, and when he thought of the brother and sister hurting each other and the elder brother dedicating his life to seek medicine.

"What's wrong with him?" Seeing Mo Xiangli's heartbroken expression, Xiao Jingyu's heart touched slightly, and he couldn't help asking worriedly.

"Brother, he was also insulted by Fan Moya in order to help him obtain the antidote. Tan Lang, you must avenge us!" Mo Xiangli gritted his teeth and pushed all the crimes on Fan Moya.

"Damn it!" Xiao Jingyu spit out a mouthful of urgent blood when he thought of Han Qing panting under the pressure of a man, and Mo Xiangli screamed in shock.

Xiao Jingyu shook his hand, indicating that nothing was wrong, and leaned wearily against the head of the bed, while Mo Xiangli carefully wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Xiangli blamed himself, and took advantage of this moment to cry, what if the emperor gets agitated and loses his hair!

Xiao Jingyu thought of Fan Moya, with Han Qing in his left hand and Mo Xiangli in his right hand, the two beauties serving together, his heart was so uncomfortable that he was about to bleed.

"Damn it! I'll send troops now to avenge you." Xiao Jingyu hugged Mo Xiangli and said through gritted teeth.

Three days later, Han Qing and the others who were waiting in Longshang saw that it was not Mo Xiangli who came, but Mu Yun's soldiers and horses.

Fan Moya's people, seeing the black army of soldiers and horses chasing after them, cursed: "That bitch, *revenge!"

Fan Moya took a look, and Han Qing, who became more and more silent, turned his horse's head and directed: "Han Qing, your sister won't come, let's go."

Han Qing silently looked in the direction of Mu Yun with her fine eyes, a tear fell sadly on her face, she followed Fan Moya's men with her head down without saying a word.

Sister, I must hate him very much!

Han Qing feels that he has never been a good person, and he will definitely not be a good person in the future. Why should he sacrifice himself for nothing in exchange for the antidote.

Han Qing was at the back of the line, thinking that every inch of her skin had been touched, her eyes became more and more gloomy and gloomy. Looking at Fan Moya Junwei's back, she swore in her heart:

When I undo the ban, I will definitely throw you to the boarsty, and then tear your body into thousands of pieces.

Fan Moya's horse walked a few steps behind Han Qing.

Han Qing immediately put away her vindictive face, and ignored someone who was cold and warm, with a cold face all the way to the end.

It was nightfall, just in time for the inn, and it happened that there were not enough rooms, and they needed a room for two, Fan Moya was secretly happy to be able to sleep with Han Qing.

Unexpectedly, Han Qing grabbed a key and said coldly: "I want a room for one person, don't any of you snatch it from me."

"You..." Fan Moya's guards were extremely angry. What kind of capital does Han Qing have, disrespecting the noble "Sage Son of the Black Lotus" and grabbing a private room first.

At night, when Fan Moya was taking a bath, Han Qing kicked the door in and said aggressively, "What do you mean by your man?"

Fan Moya stopped to wipe himself and leaned against the bucket, smiling and patiently listening to his explanation.

Han Qing saw him with a broad chest, avoided his eyes awkwardly, and said arrogantly: "People who call you, don't make noise in front of my room."

"Well, does that part still hurt?" Fan Moya asked kindly, matching his dignified face, reminded Han Qing that he also behaved like a dog in bed, and couldn't help cursing in her heart: "Human face is beast."

"I want you to take care of it!" Han Qing scolded unkindly with a stinky face, Fan Moya was still smiling when scolded, Han Qing was too lazy to stay here for a second, turned around and wanted to leave.

Fan Moya stood up, and the water splashed like a broken string of beads, dripping on the ground, flowing all over the ground.

Just as Han Qing took two steps, someone hugged her slender waist from behind, and Fan Moya's majestic body pressed heavily on her.

Fan Moya's already magnetic voice became even more hoarse, and he whispered numbly in his ear: "The way you swear, it makes me itch..."

"Pervert, let me go!" Trapped in his arms, Han Qing beat his chest hard. Because she was forbidden, her strength was like acting like a baby, which made Fan Moya's heart itch more and more.

Although Han Qing had taken the forbidden power powder, she was not a vegetarian either. She turned her eyes and changed her attention. Instead of breaking free, she flung herself into her arms. Fan Moya was very pleasantly surprised.

I thought it was Jincheng who came, and gold and stone were opened.

Han Qing squeezed into his knee with one leg and rubbed the thing, causing the thing to raise its head, hooked its thin lips viciously, raised its foot and bent its knee hard against it.

Fan Moya's huge body fell to the ground like a toppled giant tower, kicking up gray dust on the ground.

Han Qing looked at Fan Moya condescendingly, clutching his life that was about to be ruined with a disheveled face, stepped on his face, and cursed viciously:

"Hmph! If you really don't show off your power as a tiger, you think I'm a funny rabbit. You, a pervert who likes men, should be castrated and sent to Xiaowan Pavilion, where people play until they are useless every day."

"Han Qing, take your foot away, I'm angry." Fan Moya frowned his slender and kind eyebrows, and Zhou Zheng's brows showed displeasure when he stepped on his face with his shoes.

"Why, perverts are still angry, huh?" Han Qing stomped on Fan Moya's face again unkindly, bullying others with his cane.

Fan Moya's peaceful eyebrows and eyes burst into a huge hostility in an instant, grabbed Han Qing's ankles, threw him to the ground, pinched Han Qing's neck and said coldly: "You have no right to call me a pervert. I apologize!"

"No! Don't even think about it! You strangled me, hahahahahaha..." Han Qing stopped talking, lying on the ground, laughing arrogantly.

Fan Moya's handsome face was getting darker and darker, he said through gritted teeth, "I didn't want to use this trick on you, but you really made me angry, I want you to taste what it's like to be a pervert!"

"Han Qing looked into my eyes, looked into my eyes..."

Fan Moya's magnetic and mysterious voice seemed to have a kind of magical power, grabbing Han Qing's willpower and throwing him into the whirlpool of those deep silver pupils.