The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

If that knife fell, Huangfulian would definitely die!

Jiang Nanyan looked at the knife in Xiahou Fengli's hand that was shining with a gloomy cold light, and felt a chill creeping up from the soles of her feet, spreading to her whole body along with her blood, freezing all her senses in an instant!

At this critical moment, Mo Yong rushed over suddenly as if he had been stimulated by some powerful force, and stepped back holding Huangfulian!

Xiahou Fengli did not expect that Mo Yong would rush over suddenly, using his body to express his determination to protect the Lord.

The knife in his hand paused slightly, and cut sideways. The sharp blade cut dangerously across Mo Yong's forehead, leaving a shallow knife mark on his forehead. [

Fresh blood oozed out in an instant, flowing down the bridge of Mo Yong's nose, across his dark cheeks, and down his chin.

In the light of the fire, his cheeks looked so shocking, it made people chill.

Although Mo Yong was injured, the people on Huangfulian's side breathed a long sigh of relief.

Wu Yu suddenly gained strength, brushed a few knives, dealt with the imperial guards who surrounded him, and rushed in front of Huangfulian and the others.

"Wang, Mo Yong, are you all right?" Wu Yu asked out of breath.

Huang Fulian coughed, spat out another mouthful of blood, and shook her head weakly.

"It's okay." Mo Yong wiped away the crimson blood that kept oozing down and dripping into his eyes, blocking his sight, and handed Huangfulian to Wu Yu, while he picked up the bloody knife on the ground, held it tightly, and put on a fighting posture. Facing the ghostly Xiahou Fengli, he said to Wu Yu without turning his head, "You take the king and go first! I'll take care of the queen!"