Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Nangong Mo smiled, handed Yaoyao to her and said, "there is a small couch behind. Take Yaoyao in and have a rest for a while, so as not to disturb her."

Princess Yongcheng really couldn't hold on. She nodded and went in with Yaoyao in her arms.

Behind him, Xingwei hit a jewelry outside the door. Two women in black came in quietly and followed up the back hall. They are new experts in Zixiao hall in the past two years. Naturally, they don't have to worry about accidents. However, since Liu Han's death, Nangong Mo is no longer used to using women as bodyguards, and doesn't let them follow. However, he was very close to the two female bodyguards because he was used to Liu Han since childhood. But every time I see Xingwei, I always ask Aunt Liu where she is? They didn't know how to tell a three-year-old that Liu Han died to protect her, so they had to coax him first. Wait until she's older and can understand.

"What happened in the city?" Nangong Mo asked.

Xingwei nodded slightly and said, "there are several places where unidentified people have been found, and there are also some changes in the army. General Xue and Nangong childe asked to send a message to the princess. Please rest assured, the princess doesn't have to worry about things in the army, and they will handle them properly." Xingwei was so distressed that he said such a long string of words, Nangong Mo accidentally raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile: "Well, I guess it's not so easy to settle down." how can hundreds of thousands of troops all agree? If they don't experience some blood light, I'm afraid they can't really settle down.

"Then, Lord Yan's residence..."

Xingwei said, "the bodyguard of King Yan's house has doubled, and all our people have been transferred."

"That's good." Nangong Mo nodded.

Zhu Chuyu, who sat next to them and listened to them, was a little uneasy. "Cousin, will someone tonight..."

Nangong Mo smiled calmly and said, "don't worry. It's better for them to come out by themselves than for us to look everywhere later."

Zhu Chuyu asked, "shall we hurry to get them back?"

Nangong Mo rubbed the handrail and said faintly, "if they find out, they will come back naturally."

"But..." Zhu Chuyu frowned and stopped talking.

Nangong Mo raised his hand and interrupted her, "Princess Shanjia, anyone must go their own way. No one can always help and lead anyone for a lifetime." What's more, you don't have the ability to lead him all his life. For shangnangong Mo's indifferent eyes, Zhu Chuyu only felt hot on his face and turned his head awkwardly. He didn't dare to look at her again. However, he was more frustrated and depressed in his heart.

In the dead of night, the whole Yan palace fell into silence and darkness. Only the sound of watchman's watch came faintly from a distance. Nangong Mo and Zhu Chuyu fell into a shallow sleep against their chairs. At the door, Xingwei sword stood and closed their eyes.

A light sound came into Xingwei's ears in the silence. It was a very slight sound, but it was particularly clear because of the quiet of the night.

With a Shua, the long sword came out of its scabbard, and Xingwei's figure had rushed out of the flower hall. Behind him, Nangong Mo, who was still sleeping, also followed out of the hall.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" As soon as Nangong Mo left the gate, several feather arrows shot in front of him. Nangong Mo's silver light flashed and the feather arrows landed one after another. Many people stood in the yard outside the door, but they were obviously not the same. Although they were all dressed in black, one passer-by blocked the intersection from the yard to the Yan King's room, while the other stood opposite them In the darkness, more people surrounded the whole Yan palace.

Nangong Mo put away his dagger, glanced coldly at the courtyard and said, "this is your master's last way? Is it useful?"

The leader in black stared at Nangong and said nothing. Is it useful? Who knows. Maybe it's just the last fight for the master. For them, it's just waiting for the final result. Few of the dark guards have achieved good results since ancient times, not to mention they have betrayed. In fact, even if there is no Yan king, your majesty I'm afraid I won't keep them in a few years.

"Do it!" the man in black snapped.

Nangong Mo sighed. These people can't surrender. They know this truth. They're just outlaws if they keep it.

"Kill them all," Nangong Mo said in a deep voice.

When they disagreed, the two sides started. The whole Yan palace was only a moment from darkness and tranquility to the noise of bright lights.

Zhu Chuyu turned pale when she saw the chaotic and bloody scene outside the door. She quickly stepped back and returned to the flower hall. She was not Nangong Mo's strong martial arts. At this time, she was just looking for her own death.

Looking at Nangong Mo standing under the eaves outside the door, Zhu Chuyu calmly looked at Nangong Mo in front of her. Zhu Chuyu couldn't help but feel an unspeakable envy and jealousy. How could there be such a woman in this world? Why... She Zhu Chuyu would meet a woman like Nangong Mo?!

In the other room, the king of Yan sat cross legged on his bed. It was almost September, but the thin clothes on the king of Yan, who was only wearing a single coat, had already been soaked with sweat. His face was also full of sweat, and his slightly closed eyes trembled from time to time, obviously enduring pain.

Wei Junmo sat on one side, kneeling and breathing. Martial uncle sat behind the king of Yan and protected his heart with internal power. Master Xiange looked solemn, and the silver needle in his hand fell on the king of Yan from time to time. Even the sudden fighting outside the hospital didn't make his hands tremble a little.

Hearing the sound of fighting, Wei Junmo opened his eyes and stood up to go out.

"Stop." behind him, young master Xiange said in a deep voice.

Wei Junmo turned back, "I'll be back soon."

Young master Xiange gave him a white look and said, "take care of yourself first. If you have time to go out and fight, give me some blood first."

Wei Junmo looked at him as if he was serious or joking. Young master Xiange was not very kind. "If you don't want to bleed, let someone catch your three new brothers quickly. Of course, their internal power that can't even be called third rate, I don't guarantee whether they can leave half their lives." obviously, young master Xiange's so-called bleeding is not really "bleeding".

Wei Junmo frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "did he let you do this?"

Young master Xiange raised his eyebrows and smiled, "do you have a chance to be filial to your father? However, his Highness the swallow doesn't know to bleed."

Young master Wei snorted and went to the couch to sit down. Lift up your left hand, while the cold light of your right hand flashed, and blood flowed on your wrist. Young master Xiange was very jealous and picked up a jade bowl next to Wei Junmo's blood. While waiting, he kindly explained: "I've studied the poison of hongtan for a long time. It doesn't need to be so troublesome. But who makes your father don't want to mess around. I haven't been away for a long time. Old wounds recur and new wounds are added. I'm still marching for a long time and working hard day and night these days. It's rare to want to be an emperor. He's not afraid to take advantage of others in two days after he ascends the throne? Now look, the poison travels all over the world His internal organs are poisoned and hurt. If you want to cure both his injuries and poisons, you can only take heavy medicine. But although his blood is not contaminated by poisons, it is really not very good. So I have to take your blood to nourish it. Oh, by the way, I don't know why it is always useful sometimes, but sometimes it will kill people. Mo I think it's because everyone's blood is different. Only the same blood will not repel each other. Therefore, this kind of thing can only be a gamble. "

Seeing that childe Wei's look was getting worse and worse, childe Xiange slowly added, "you don't have to worry. I've studied it in advance. Your blood and King Yan's will not repel each other."

Wei Junmo finally felt that the life of the king of Yan was still in the hands of the people in front of him. He snorted and didn't speak.

"That's enough. Wrap it up first and put it later. Don't waste it." seeing that a bowl of blood is full, young master Xiange walked to one side with the jade bowl. He didn't know what he was tossing again. He said, "the king of Yan said that no matter what happens during his detoxification, you can't intervene."

Wei Junmo glanced at the king Yan sitting on the soft couch. He didn't know whether he was conscious or not. "Then he shouldn't let flawless intervene."

Young master Xiange chuckled, "as long as Mo'er is in Jinling City, how can she not intervene. Even if she doesn't intervene, can those people rest assured? Don't mention those people. Without Mo'er, you think King Yan can detoxify at this time?" I don't know what the king of Yan thinks. He has no information about his three sons and his daughter-in-law. When he thinks of the expression when the king of Yan talks about this, young master Xiange feels very happy. What about power over the world? If he can't raise a son, it's not a headache.

Looking at Wei Junmo's still slightly locked eyebrows, childe Xiange said with a smile, "don't worry, Mo'er is not a fool. If there is a real danger, she will never die." if you want to make his little martial sister sacrifice her life for benevolence, I'm afraid few people have such great influence. However, most of the people who have this influence to make her sacrifice are worse than herself.

"If you have enough nonsense, come and take over my place." next to me, martial uncle suddenly said. It's not easy to protect his heart continuously. Even if he is a peerless expert, it's not easy for him and Wei Junmo to be alone for three or four hours this day. Young master Xiange looked back at his master with a smile, "Master, your apprentice son-in-law has only one hand left. Um... If you're not afraid of Mo'er and Yaoyao crying, let's change with him."

Martial uncle snorted and stopped talking.