Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Nangong Mo shrunk his neck and bowed his head, "Junmo."

Wei Junmo stepped forward quickly, glanced at Lu Xiangxiang on the bed, and a dark light flashed across the bottom of his eyes. In a deep voice, "change your clothes with her."

Nangong Mo picked his eyebrows and motioned Wei Junmo to turn around. Young master Wei snorted and turned around. Nangong Mo quickly exchanged his coat with Lu Xiangxiang. Not forgetting to cover Lu Xiangxiang with a quilt, he went to the side of the candlestick, flicked his fingers, and some powdery things fell into the oil lamp and disappeared.

"Jun mo."

"Come with me." Wei Junmo said coldly. Then he opened the curtain and went out.

By this time it was completely dark. The whole camp could only see clusters of fire lighting, but the soldiers passing by them did not find anything wrong with the two people who passed by. Wei Junmo pulled Nangong Mo into a tent, which was empty and there was no one. Nangong Mo picked his eyebrow, "Jun Mo, is this?"

Wei Junmo said, "this is the woman's tent."

"I see." Nangong Mo suddenly realized. He looked up and down at Wei Junmo and said curiously, "what's your dress? Is this... The clothes of the water pavilion?"

Wei Junmo nodded and said in a deep voice, "Gong Yuchen is not here, but there are several people in the water Pavilion left in the army. I killed one and replaced him."

If you want to blame Gong Yuchen, he likes to be mysterious, so the whole people in the water pavilion are also mysterious. Most outsiders don't know what the people in the water Pavilion look like. As long as Wei Junmo carefully avoids familiar people, it's difficult to be found for a moment. Besides, there are only four or five people left here by Gong Yuchen. Most of them have their own things and do not belong to each other. Even if there are any mistakes to be found, it will be a few days later.

Looking at Wei Junmo's still cold look, Nangong Mo sighed secretly. From behind, he reached out his hand around his request and whispered, "I'm not taking risks regardless of my own safety. You know, since I'm here, I'm sure to retreat."

Wei Junmo bowed his head, "what can you do? If someone finds out, I'm not here..."

"I can escape even if I kidnap Hutun." Nangong Mo said.

Wei Junmo's face was more ugly and said in a deep voice, "this hodun is false. What's the use of holding him?"

"Fake... Fake?" Nangong Mo raised her eyebrows in surprise. She only saw Hutun. She felt that the man was very angry. She didn't think there was a problem of authenticity. Wei Junmo said, "if I hadn't found out that there was a problem with this hodun, I would have done it."

"How could it be fake?" Nangong Mo frowned.

Wei Junmo said, "it should be gong Yuchen's idea." since Gong Yuchen knew the background of Nangong Mo and Wei Junmo, how could he not prevent the assassination? Maybe, even if Gong Yuchen had decided that they would come, he set up a set here early.

Nangong Mo sighed helplessly and felt a headache when he thought of the haunted Gong Yuchen.

Wei Junmo pulled her down and followed her, "you haven't said that Hutun is false. What should you do?"

"Er..." Nangong's ink eyes floated disorderly. "My martial arts are pretty good, and... Don't you still have you?"

Wei Junmo bowed his head and bit her neck. Nangong Mo felt a pain in his neck and hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover it. In fact, Wei Junmo's bite was not heavy, nor did she bleed, but the position of her neck was a little sensitive. Covering his neck, Nangong Mo looked at him bitterly. How did he learn this move?

Wei Junmo whispered, "flawless, next time you risk at will, I'll lock you up."

Nangong Mo secretly stuck out his tongue and hurriedly comforted: "well, it's my carelessness this time. Is it my fault? Let's take care of the things in front of us first and go back for the rest?" young master Wei looked at her deeply and didn't speak. Nangong Mo just felt flustered and quickly raised a sweet smile, "Junmo..."

Mr. Wei sighed, reached out to touch her neck and took her into his arms.

Nangong Mo raised a smile on his lips and happily threw himself into his arms.

"Xiangxiang." outside the door, Lu Yunfeng's slightly alcoholic voice came.

Nangong Mo hurriedly stood up straight, recalled Lu Xiangxiang's voice, and said in a sleepy voice, "brother... What's up?"

"Did you sleep?" Lu Yunfeng said.

"Well." Nangong Mo, "I'm a little sleepy and go to bed first. What's up?"

Lu Yunfeng sighed and said, "nothing? Just you left early. If you're worried, come and have a look." Nangong Mo said, "I'm fine. I'm a little tired these days. Brother, you should have a rest early."

"Well, have a good rest." Lu Yunfeng also drank a lot of wine and felt dizzy. Without carefully distinguishing what was wrong with her sister's voice, she shook her head and turned to her tent. After taking two steps, I looked back at the tent near the big tent not far ahead, and a trace of sadness and regret flashed through my eyes. Sighed and turned away.

Lu Yunfeng left, and Nangong Mo was relieved. She can imitate Lu Xiangxiang's voice to six or seven points at most. If it's not at night, if Lu Yunfeng doesn't drink too much, I'm afraid it may not pass slowly. Looking back, he said to Wei Junmo, "don't worry, let's go."

Before the words fell, he fell on the next bed with a strong wind. Nangong Mo was helpless, "Junmo..."

One hand covered her lips. Wei Junmo said faintly, "don't make trouble. There's something to do in a while. Have a rest."

Nangong Mo was curious. What did Wei Junmo find in the Beiyuan army these days? However, young master Wei is obviously still angry that Nangong girl doesn't take her safety seriously, and won't tell her the whole story. He just ordered Nangong Mo to have a good rest here. He was not allowed to go anywhere, and then he dodged out of the tent alone.

Nangong Mo shrugged, leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. There will be a thrilling event soon. When you don't worry about having fun, it's also right to have a rest first.

At night, the Beiyuan army is still heavily guarded, but it can't defeat young master Wei, who has excellent lightness skills. Moreover, he still has a formal identity in the Beiyuan army. Even if he meets someone, few people will doubt him. Wei Junmo still avoided the guard and flashed into a tent like a ghost hidden in the dark. In the tent, a very fragrant scene is being staged. Lu Xiangxiang groaned in pain. Her eyes were full of fear and pain, but the man covered with wine could not see it at all. Even her obviously wrong voice could not be distinguished. Or with his bloodshot, dark eyes, he frantically tore at Lu Xiangxiang's clothes.