The Evil King Loves His Wife Without Limits: Kingsman Concubine

Appreciation of the clips of the Antarctic lower realm (excerpted from the original text "The Tyrant's Wife Is Strictly Controlled: The Queen of the Trash Defying the Heavens")

Why did she say these words just now?After thinking about it, Xiaolan couldn't figure out why she would suddenly and inexplicably tell this big secret.

Seeing that the young lady was silent, Xinlan was like a child who had done something wrong, so she quickly hid outside.

After drinking the clear porridge that Xinlan had just cooked for her, her body regained a little strength.

Leaning on the head of the bed and stroking the jade pendant with body temperature, Mo Zihan frowned.

She has traveled, and she is still in a rather complicated environment.Fortunately, in the cold palace now, I don't have to face that rather unrighteous emperor husband.

With her current delicate body, don't mention the palace, she may be out of breath even if she walks a few more steps.

Fortunately, I did a little test on Xinlan just now, and her hypnotic ability has not been lost.As for the momentary shift, she should not think about it!

Someone from outside came to Leng Gong's side with anxious steps. It was still far away, but it was indeed coming towards her.Listening to the footsteps, it should be two people.

Although she has no physical fitness now, she still hasn't lost some of the basic mercenary skills her father taught him.

Sure enough, after a while, two people quickly stepped into the courtyard of the cold palace.

Mo Zihan, who was originally calm, suddenly widened his eyes when he saw the person coming. He jumped up from the bed with great excitement and rushed towards the person.

But she forgot her delicate body and lay on the bed for three months, during which she could only hang herself with the ginseng soup smuggled in from the outside, where did she have the strength to stand up.

As soon as he got out of bed, his body fell limply.

"Han'er!"

Seeing this, the two people walking towards her exclaimed and came to her side in three steps. The young one took her in his arms carefully, ready to take her to bed.

The moment he picked her up, Mo Zihan suddenly jumped up with strength from unknown sources, grabbed the neck of a man in his 40s beside him, and threw himself into his arms.He burst into tears with complete disregard for his image.

"Dad! Woo—daddy! I miss you so much! Woo—"

She had a thousand words to tell her father, but when she really saw her father, there was only one sentence left.

Carrying her daughter back to the bed and covering her with the quilt, Mo Liwei also burst into tears.

"Girl, my father misses you too! You stinky girl, how can you be so cruel and commit suicide! Do you want your parents to live? Your mother is sick because of your suicide, and she still can't get out of bed. bed……"

Before Mo Liwei's words were finished, his shirt was about to be stripped off by his precious daughter.

He grabbed Mo Zihan's hand and asked inexplicably, "Girl, what are you doing?"

"Dad, how is your injury? Is it all healed? Does it still hurt? Why are you here? Mommy, isn't she dead? How long have you been here? You are too much, yourselves. Live well, but leave me there alone!"

After listening to Mo Zihan's words, the two men present and Xinlan who was standing beside them suddenly felt infinitely strange.They exchanged glances, sure they didn't know what she was talking about, so they turned their eyes to Mo Zihan.

After being stunned for a while, Mo Liwei finally raised the courage to ask: "Girl, why do you call your father Dad? What is Mommy? Is it your mother? When did Dad get hurt?