After the first fool

Chapter 140 Quarrel
Mo Xiaoran was held tightly in Bai Qingluo's arms, and the two flew away from the imperial city, and came directly to the painting boat on the moat. As soon as their feet landed, Mo Xiaoran immediately asked angrily, "What are you doing?" leave me?"

Bai Qingluo's chest heaved violently, her brows were cold, and her eyes were full of wind and frost: "Don't you know?" Without taking her away, would she still want to stay and continue to treat Xuanyuan harmlessly and frivolously?

"Get out of the way." Mo Xiaoran pushed him hard, "Let me go, I have to go and see how he is doing."

"He! He! He!" Bai Qingluo's face was as cold as a knife, so gloomy that water could be wrung out. He grabbed Mo Xiaoran's wrist and pinched her painfully. "In your eyes, Xuanyuan is the only one Wushang, is there anyone else? Why did he save you? Do you think someone like you can get into his eyes? Let me tell you, that is just a trick he used!"

Bai Qingluo was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say. He couldn't keep calm after watching her detoxify Xuanyuan Wushang in that way. He is a human being, not a god. He watched his woman anxiously. Staring at other men, he will also be jealous and go crazy.

Mo Xiaoran was aroused by his mocking words, so she smiled instead of anger, with a brilliant grin on the corner of her mouth, but there were two flames in her eyes, "Why did he save me, you should ask him , all I know is that I, Mo Xiaoran, will never owe anyone, and it is a huge favor!"

"Are you still owed less?" Bai Qingluo sneered and said, like a reminder, but also a question.

Mo Xiaoran was taken aback for a moment, her eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost, "Bai Qingluo, what do you mean by that?"

Is he warning her that she also owes him a lot of favors?

Mo Xiaoran laughed angrily. She thought they were confidants and good friends, but she didn't expect that he would say something like this today, "I have seen you clearly, yes, I owe you, how do you want me to pay you back?" Whatever you want!" After a slight pause, her eyes were no longer warm, they were bitingly cold, "Now, get out of the way immediately."

"Where are you going? To see Xuanyuan Wushang? To see his injury? Or do you want to take drugs for him again?" Bai Qingluo smiled coldly, his words were full of sarcasm.

Mo Xiaoran raised her hand and slapped him heavily on the cheek, her chest heaved up and down, her eyes turned red with anger, "Bai Qingluo, even if I owe you You, don't underestimate people too much! I don't need to report to you what I, Mo Xiaoran, want to do."

His cheeks were burning hot, but it was his heart that hurt even more. Bai Qingluo closed his eyes in pain, exuding a desolate aura all over his body.

Mo Xiaoran bypassed him, turned around and ran to the bow of the boat, but this painting boat was located in the middle of the moat, three or four meters away from the river bank. When it came, Bai Qingluo used lightness kung fu, but now...

Clenching her fingers tightly, Mo Xiaoran suddenly turned her head and gave him a hard look, isn't it just a river?Could she still make it through?With a body like a koi, it plunged into the river with a plop. There was a piece of driftwood on the surface of the river. Mo Xiaoran caught sight of this and choked on a few mouthfuls of water. Finally, she landed on the driftwood, kicked her legs continuously, and moved towards the river. Swim hard along the river bank.

Hearing the sound of falling into the water came from behind, Bai Qingluo was slightly taken aback, and suddenly remembered that she didn't know how to drown at all, her heart creaked, how could she be angry?With a light kick on the board of the boat with both feet, the person floated quickly to the surface of the river like a gust of wind, and there was no trace of stepping on the water. Between them, Mo Xiaoran was holding a piece of driftwood, and walked towards the river bank with difficulty, her pedaling legs, With countless splashes of water, she is like a jellyfish.

Bai Qingluo closed her eyes weakly, finally gave a wry smile, flew over, lifted her from the river with one hand, and tightened her in his arms with the backhand, the warm embrace and her cold body temperature formed a violent In contrast, Mo Xiaoran's clothes were completely soaked, and under the crescent-white gown, she could faintly see the white obscene clothes she was wearing inside. His body trembled slightly.

Lightly tapping the river surface with both feet, Bai Qingluo hugged her and flew directly to the shore. The internal energy was poured into her body continuously, and soon, her clothes were dried.

His eyes were dark and dull, and there seemed to be fragmented sorrow spreading. Without saying a word, he let go of his hand, turned around, and prepared to leave.

He needs to be quiet for a while, and he can't recall the scene just now, he will really go crazy.

He knew that he was too excited, but, from seeing her despair of being almost stabbed, to watching her absorb poison for other men, or in that way, Bai Qingluo really couldn't do it. indifferent.

With a cold face, there was an obvious slap mark on the right cheek, but he didn't feel any pain, and walked away with heavy steps.

Mo Xiaoran tightly pinched the collar of her shirt, stared at him blankly, and walked away step by step. His tall figure was dragged into a black silhouette on the lawn by the afterglow of the setting sun. The sky was as red as fire, and the wild geese Returning to court, he was alone, and the desolate back made Mo Xiaoran's heart ache slightly.

She didn't keep him, but turned around and walked towards Yanyu Building after he left.

Thinking about it, Qingfeng still stayed where he was, and that person was seriously injured, so he would definitely take Xiaozhu and that person to the Misty Rain Tower.

Mo Xiaoran walked slowly towards the hotel. Her immature face was filled with deep fatigue, and her eyes were dull. She raised her left hand blankly, with clear lines on her palm. It was this hand. She slapped Bai Qingluo on the face, and she still remembered clearly how surprised he was, how surprised he was, and even a little bit disappointed.

Closing her eyes and shaking his figure out of her mind, Mo Xiaoran didn't feel that she was at fault from the beginning to the end. Xuanyuan Wushang saved her from being injured and poisoned, so she should detoxify him as a matter of course. The environment, such an occasion, and the speed at which the toxin spread is so fast, besides sucking it away, is there any other way?
only……

Mo Xiaoran sounded in a daze, and Bai Qingluo called his name.

"Xuanyuan Wushang..." She seemed to have heard it somewhere, Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan! ?

Isn't that the surname of a member of Xuanyuan Kingdom's royal family?It seems that the prince of Xuanyuan Kingdom is called Xuanyuan Wushang!

Mo Xiaoran paused, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "No wonder he is so angry."

The prince of a country lurks by her side, approaching her actively, even blocking the blade with his flesh and blood for her sake...

No matter how you look at it, there is something weird about this matter, "A bitter trick?"

Mo Xiaoran murmured, but stopped herself from thinking further down. No matter what kind of mood Xuanyuan Wushang had in approaching her, it was an unshakable fact that he saved her. After he's sober, she should have a frank talk with him.

It's just that I don't know, who is the person who wanted to kill her just now?
Back in the Yanyu Building, Mo Xiaoran asked the shopkeeper which floor Qingfeng was on, followed the room he had given, stepped up the wooden ladder, and pushed open the door, only to see Xiaozhu sitting on a chair in a daze, her eyes glazed over Staring at the direction of the door, when he saw himself coming back, he immediately stepped forward: "Miss, are you alright?"

She was worried all the time, fearing that Bai Qingluo would be angry and hurt the young lady by mistake, so she scanned Mo Xiaoran from top to bottom, and after confirming that she was safe, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where's Qingfeng?" Mo Xiaoran frowned slightly, looked around, and couldn't help but asked without seeing him.

Xiaozhu replied: "He went to ask for a doctor, and he said he was going to treat his injuries." The little finger pointed to the position of the bed, and Mo Xiaoran walked over quickly, and saw Xuanyuan Wushang lying on the bed with an almost pale face, frowning. Wrinkled tightly, her lips were black and blue, and she seemed to be unable to sleep well even in a coma.

He stretched out his hand to check the temperature on his forehead, "Fortunately, he doesn't have a fever."

"Miss," Xiao Zhu whispered from the side, "Should we go back to the palace?"

The outside of the palace is not peaceful, it was almost assassinated by someone, if something happened to the young lady, even if she had a hundred lives, it would not be enough to compensate her, if this person hadn't rushed out and stood in front of the young lady, now, what she saw It should be a cold corpse, Xiaozhu felt lingering fear, his eyes turned red, and his eyes were filled with a layer of water, "I really don't know which **** bastard it is! He actually wants to assassinate Miss."

"Not in a hurry to go back." How could Mo Xiaoran leave when her savior was dead?Her conscience can't do it, it doesn't matter if she is too kind or too holy, she can't leave her life-threatening benefactor behind, but she turns around and leaves.

"Ah?" Xiao Zhu exclaimed, with a slightly anxious expression on his face, "But, if you don't go back, if someone finds out..."

"Are you afraid?" Mo Xiaoran turned her head, stared at her, and asked lightly.

"Afraid... What are you afraid of?" Xiaozhu murmured in confusion.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'm afraid of being discovered, scolded, or even lost my life."

Mo Xiaoran sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, holding her breath waiting for Xiaozhu's answer. If she was afraid, she would let her go by herself. To be honest, she really didn't need to stay here with her.

"Miss!" Xiaozhu shouted dissatisfiedly: "Xiaozhu is not afraid of death!"

"That's all right." The gloom in Mo Xiaoran's eyes was finally dispelled by a smile, and the tiredness between her brows also faded a lot. "He saved me," she looked at Xuanyuan Wushang, slowly saying each word. He spoke with an extremely gentle tone, stating the facts, "Now his life or death is uncertain, do you think I should go?"

Xiaozhu opened her mouth, but she couldn't refute. She knew that if she went back later, it would be more dangerous for the young lady, but she was stupid and couldn't find a reason to persuade the young lady to return to the palace.

"I can go, I believe no one will blame me," Mo Xiaoran smiled, "but my heart does not allow me to do so," she pointed to her chest, "Once I leave, I will lose more than There are more important things in life." A sincere and kind heart.

"So, even if it's too late, I might be in danger, but I still can't go, you understand?" she asked softly.

Xiaozhu shook his head honestly: "I don't understand, but the lady will not leave, and the servant will not leave either. The servant must share weal and woe with the lady."

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoran was slightly taken aback, a warm current suddenly surged into her heart, the tiredness in her eyes seemed to be injected with vitality, her eyes were as bright as the moon, and her thin lips were slightly parted: "Okay, we share weal and woe."

(End of this chapter)