Emperor concubine and phoenix

Chapter 394

"It's a bit different from the time I estimated." Mo Hua looked at the already dark sky outside, and his tone was still gentle, as if he was not the one who broke the two canes just now, "The quality of the canes is better than I thought. It's even better, and I can visit more times in the future."

Ye Junling drank half a glass of water in one breath, and his hands trembled when he heard this.

How many times do you visit?
Should he thank the quality of the cane?

Ye Junling felt a little unloved, the ubiquitous pain on his body stimulated his nerves a little bit, the wound seemed to be stung by an ant, it was indescribably difficult.

After finishing his glass of water, he put down the glass and began to adjust his breathing.

Seeing his distressed appearance, Mo Hua seemed a little unbearable, and said lightly, "Shall I carry you to the bed?"

Ye Junling was taken aback, and quickly declined: "No, no, no need... I dare not bother Uncle Mo."

It would be great if Si'er was here.

You can let Si'er hug him.

Ye Junling thought in this way, and when his body got used to the bursts of tearing pain, he supported the soft couch with both hands, and slowly supported his almost unconscious legs.

Mo Hua taught him a lesson behind closed doors to save him face.

After all, he is the crown prince of a country.

Besides, Ye Junling knew in his heart that although Mo Hua said he didn't approve, his use of family law lessons didn't really mean that he didn't approve.

At least, if it is placed on Ye Junling, a person he does not approve of, he will not even open his eyes to look at it.

If he is really angry that he hurt Si'er, there are more quick and more effective ways to teach him a lesson, why waste half a day here and carefully select rattan to teach him a lesson?
Thinking about it this way, Ye Junling suddenly felt that the injuries on his body didn't hurt so much anymore.

He staggered holding onto the screen and walked towards the inner hall. After such a short while, a dense layer of cold sweat broke out on his body again, soaking in the ruptured wound, causing Ye Junling to frown in pain.

Lie down on the bed, the whole person is already as if just fished out of the water.

Mo Hua followed in.

Ye Junling's mind was already a little not clear, and he closed his eyes in a daze. He obviously couldn't fall asleep because of the pain in his body, but his eyes were so astringent that he didn't want to open them.

Mo Hua originally planned to leave after completing the task.

But seeing this young man staying here alone without Si'er, Ye Junling probably didn't want the maids to come in to serve him. If he were to let him sleep like this until midnight, he would definitely have a fever the next morning.

The problem of soft-heartedness began to flood again. Mo Hua thought that when he was his age, he often only broke a cane and passed out from the pain, but this young man endured until the end of the punishment.

Even though he was trembling with pain in the middle, he didn't even try to escape punishment by being unconscious.

It is also a solid eye.

Besides, he was only 15 years old.

Ugh.

Shaking his head lowly, Mo Hua turned around and walked outside the hall, ordering Qingdai and Taozhi to come in: "Help me get a pair of scissors, and then fetch a basin of warm water."

Taozhi and Qingdai knew that this Mr. Mo was a distinguished guest, and even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince respected him, so naturally they didn't dare to slack off, so they hurriedly agreed.

Qing Dai turned to look for the scissors, while Tao Zhi quickly went out to bring a basin of hot water.

"What else do you need slaves to do, please tell me, sir."

Mo Hua shook his head, "No need."

After receiving the scissors and water basin, he turned and walked into Xinuange.

Looking at the unconscious young man, Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh silently.

Really...

What the hell is he doing today?

Killing or burying?

Putting the water basin aside, Mo Hua bent down and cut Ye Junling's clothes with scissors. The blood oozing from the wound had already made the clothes stick to his back. At this time, just cutting the clothes and taking them off, it seemed like he was alive. As if peeling off a layer of skin, the boy who had just fallen asleep woke up in excruciating pain.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and there was another layer of water vapor on his eyelashes: "Mo...Uncle Mo."

Mo Hua ignored him, lowered his head and cut open his clothes little by little, revealing the swollen and blackened purlin marks on his back.

The boy's body trembled uncontrollably, which was the most real reaction of the body.

But fortunately, ever since Mo Hua said "Shut up", this boy really didn't cry out in pain.

"My sixth son grew up as a little girl and was spoiled by thousands of pets. When she was 12 years old, no one dared to wrong her." Mo Hua's tone was light, as if he was chatting, "It's good for you, let her live Life and death once again."

Ye Junling clutched the mattress tightly with both hands, and a hoarse voice escaped from his lips, with clearly audible regret: "It's my fault."

Mo Hua glanced at his pale face: "You are the crown prince of Donglan, the future emperor of Donglan, and you have done nothing wrong. The emperor's three palaces and six courtyards are indispensable. I can only say that my Xiaoliu is not suitable for you .”

Not suitable?
Ye Junling shook his head: "It's suitable."

Suitable?
Mo Hua was amused by this answer, and his hands inevitably felt three points heavier: "You say it's suitable, so it's suitable?"

Ye Junling's body convulsed violently, swallowed the pain that was about to burst out of his throat, closed his eyes, shook his head gently to shake off the sweat on his hair: "I... alone."

"What you say doesn't count." Mo Hua said lightly, "Her Majesty the Empress will take Si'er back when she comes to Donglan this time."

Ye Junling lay on the pillow, his voice was unbelievably hoarse: "I don't need the throne, but as long as Si'er, I can go to Dongling to find her."

"You probably won't be able to go to Dongling." Mo Hua kindly reminded him, "Dangling is like hell to you. If you really dare to go, you may never return."

The pain was so extreme that the nerves seemed to be numb.

Ye Junling lay on his stomach motionless: "If I go, I don't plan to come back. Even if I die, I will die where Si'er is."

It's an infatuated kind.

Mo Hua believed what Nan Si said, "We are all young, so our emotions are dull", maybe it is not emotional dullness, but just a cognitive problem.

Although the two have always been close to each other, Nan Si has also taught the young man a lot in the past two years.

But they are still young, and they are still in the period of emotional ignorance, and both of them are naturally indifferent and slow-moving people.

And the most important point.

Nan Si once said that for the sake of the throne, you can lower your figure and give up some things.

She repeatedly emphasized to make him obedient.

So all kinds of factors combined to lead to the later situation.

Although Mo Hua understands rationally, he also feels that Ye Xiaoqi has not committed any unforgivable mistakes.

But emotionally it's not like that.

The 12-year-old baby Liao was taken away by a wolf cub, which was enough to make people uncomfortable, but this wolf cub didn't take good care of her, so she was wronged?
Eleven thousand reasons won't take away the anger and resentment of being a parent.

After all, they almost lost this precious daughter - just based on this point, dismembering the culprit is not enough to vent their anger and hatred.

(End of this chapter)