Concubine often travels through: the magic doctor and ugly concubine

Chapter 133 Jun Yao Missing
No trace of Zuo Junyao was found anywhere, even her own bedroom was spotless, leaving no traces.

Where did she go?
A thought suddenly flashed in Shen Qing's mind, and he hurried to Mo Jiuxiao's side, whispering: "My lord, will Miss go to your study?"

"Study? Without my king's permission, how dare she..."

He did not say that she was not allowed to enter, but this was a well-known rule in the house, and he thought she should know it.

However, she didn't do one or two things against his wishes.

"Go to the study."

After approaching the study room, they found that there was really a faint light coming from inside.

It's just that the light was so weak that they ignored it just now.

Mo Jiuxiao pushed open the door. Being accustomed to night vision, he didn't see any figure in the room, but there was a bright light leaking from the small space under the desk.

He froze for a moment, came to the desk, and squatted down.

She is indeed here!

His arrival did not affect Zuo Junyao in the slightest. She was reading a book fascinated, and the oil lamp beside her was almost burned out, and the flame was a little shaken by his arrival.

"what are you doing here?"

"what!"

Zuo Junyao was so frightened by the sudden sound that she knocked down the oil lamp with one hand, and hurriedly used her hand to support it, and in a panic, her hand touched the flames, followed by another scream.

……

In Mo Jiuxiao's room.

"hiss……"

Mo Jiuxiao glanced at the woman who was gasping for air in pain, and snorted softly, "Do you know it hurts?"

"En." Zuo Junyao closed her mouth guiltily, not daring to yell again.

"It's good to know that it hurts, which means you're not stupid to the bone."

This smelly man!It's this time to tease her!

Zuo Junyao glared at him bitterly, and found that the man was unmoved, still methodically applying medicine and bandaging her burned hands.

"You are a noble prince, how can you know this skill?" To be honest, the dressing is not bad, only a little worse than hers.

"The sword on the battlefield doesn't care what prince you are or the emperor of which country."

The implication is that he has suffered many injuries?

"Then which time was your heaviest sword injury?" Zuo Junyao suddenly became interested in his battle history.

It's hard to get so close to a hero-like figure, so I didn't take the opportunity to interview him quickly.

Mo Jiuxiao glared at her again, got up and went to the sink to wash his hands.

At this time, a maid brought the dinner and put it on the table.

"Huh? When?" Zuo Junyao still did not give up, and followed behind him to ask.

"Then it can be said, it seems that you are not hungry enough. Someone, take away Miss Zuo's share, I can't eat that much."

"Hungry! Who says you're not hungry!" Zuo Junyao hurriedly sat down after hearing this, grabbed a bowl of rice and didn't let go, still staring at him, for fear that he might let someone snatch her food away.

Seeing her defensive appearance, Mo Jiuxiao finally relaxed his expression, and winked at the maid at the side, and everyone backed out.

Seeing this, Zuo Junyao let go of the hand covering the rice bowl.

"It doesn't matter if you talk." She muttered softly.

Mo Jiuxiao twitched the corners of his mouth to show a smile, then sat down and said: "When I was 16 years old, I was attacked by an assassin once, and my chest was pierced from the back, and I only survived because I didn't hurt my lungs. "

Zuo Junyao's hand holding the chopsticks froze.

He had suffered such a serious injury when he was 16 years old? !
(End of this chapter)