Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

"General, we ran away like this. We are ashamed of your majesty and your Highness the prince!"

At the moment, not far from the outskirts of the city, there are two horses parked.

Mo Yihan stood beside the horse, with a long jade body. His slender and bony fingers gently stroked the horse's back.

"I'll see your majesty and your mother."

Without waiting for his subordinates to say anything, he had turned over and mounted his horse, "you wait here for me to come back."

Immediately, he raised his whip and drove his horse away.

The subordinate Changsong behind him sighed secretly.

If you go back like this, you won't be angry if you let the master know? I'm afraid I'll be so angry that I'll break the young master's leg.

Now, as the youngest general in BeiCang, he is so willful that his majesty and empress are afraid

……

Royal study.

The man in ink sat in front of the imperial table, his fingers slightly bent and knocked on the table rhythmically. His deep eyes fell on the boy kneeling on one knee in front, but he didn't speak.

The emperor was silent, which made the atmosphere in the whole imperial study gradually depressed and suffocated.

"Father?" Feng Xiaomo stepped into the study and saw the boy who knelt on one knee but straightened his waist. He was stunned.

Today's big wedding has made a storm all over the city.

The boy is good, but he looks calm like nothing.

Feng Qianmo looked at his son and said, "I'll give you a month. If you can't bring Ono back, take the initiative to apologize to Yunqin."

Ink is easy to be cold, drooping his eyes, and nodding calmly.

"Thank you, your majesty."

"Get out." Feng Qianmo waved and let him go.

Mo Yihan got up and saluted. When he passed fengxiaomo, the two teenagers looked at each other. He obviously saw that fengxiaomo had something to say, but he didn't want to hear.

You don't have to ask. It's about Mohism.

As soon as the young man left, Feng Xiaomo twisted his eyebrows and walked to Feng Qianmo's desk, "father emperor, old general Mo is critically ill. Now I'm afraid... The imperial doctor is helpless."

Just now he wanted to talk to Mo Yihan, but the boy's determined eyes made him refuse before he wanted to say it.

Feng Qianmo raised his eyes and looked at his son.

"Why don't you let the queen mother go and have a look?"

After all, he is mo Yihan's father, an old minister of Tianxuan and a veteran of the three dynasties.

Feng Qianmo nodded: "go."

"Then... About the second sister..."

"Gu has sent someone to find it."

Feng Xiaomo sighed secretly. The second sister can really give people trouble.

If she left, he didn't have much opinion. It's understandable to go out to relax, but she left quietly without saying hello and no news, which makes people worry at the bottom of my heart for no reason.

Feng Qianmo's sight suddenly fixed on the boy's face.

"What... What's the matter?" The young man looked sluggish.

"You send someone to follow Mo Yihan."

Feng Xiaomo was stunned.

But... He seems to see that his father seems to have a... Strange attitude towards Mo Yihan?

"If you want to marry Ono, with his current style, Gu won't agree." When Feng Xiaomo was suspicious, his father made a gloomy voice, which made him tick at the bottom of his heart.

Oh, so it is.

But Mo Yihan is really willing to marry, and the second sister may not agree to marry. And it's hard to pass the post of mother.

This is terrible. Mo Yihan can't pass the level of father, emperor and mother

……

It was dark in the prison. I didn't know whether it was day or night outside.

Wind Ono fell asleep in this prison and was awakened. He woke up and continued to sleep, confused.

"Ono." Wu Ji came forward and gently pushed her, "I'm sorry, I implicated you."

If it were not for him, her princess would not end up in prison.

Feng Xiaoye opened his eyes, looked at his self reproach and shook his head.

At this time, several prison guards passed by outside the prison. They seemed to be looking for someone.

Feng Xiaoye came to the iron fence and shouted, "Hey, when will we be interrogated? It's too slow. The efficiency of your yamen is so low?"

The guards outside the iron fence heard the movement, stopped their footsteps, and their eyes shot at her with an inexplicable cold.

"Ono." Wuji came forward to pull her away.

"Want to be interrogated? You may not be qualified." The jailers said and went on inside.

Wind Ono sat on his knees in some depression.

Shit!

This is the dirty words she scolded many times since she went to prison.

Why is she so unlucky?

……

Two days later.

The subordinate Chang Song strode into the Inn and reported, "general, my subordinates have received the news. The princess may be in prison now..."

"In prison?" Mo Yi looks at Chang Song in a puzzled way.

Well, how did you get into the cell?

Changsong quickly told Mo Yihan what he heard.

Especially when he mentioned a handsome monk, he found that the general's face was as black as ink.

……

I don't know how many days I spent in the dungeon. Every time the food sent by the jailer is either sour or bad. In short, it's not what people should eat.

Fengono has no choice but to take out food from the space every day.

Wu Ji didn't ask her where the food came from, but quietly used the meal with her.

At the moment, they are sitting in prison eating simple packaged dry food. Feng Xiaoye's look is still satisfied.

"Elder martial brother, we can't sit here and wait all the time. It seems that we have committed a small crime. The magistrate of the county government certainly won't want to interrogate us."

Without silence, he asked cautiously, "what do you mean..."

"Let's get out by ourselves!"

"But fugitives are more dangerous..."

"You're stupid! Who told you to escape and try to get out." Feng Xiaoye really wants to give him a violent chestnut. The monk is really an elm head.

She looked at her without silence. It took a while to think of nodding to promise. Whatever he did, he suddenly felt that it didn't matter if he could stay with her all the time. Even if he stayed in this dungeon all his life... He didn't worry.

Feng Xiaoye said, "elder martial brother, you are really a dull monk."

When she said this, she was silent and not angry, but reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips and smiled helplessly.

At this time, footsteps came from the end of the dark corridor ahead.

Never heard the footsteps of people, there were more than a dozen people.

"General, general, you must say something nice for me when you go back. It's a small man who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai..."

The first person's footsteps are very steady, but each step is like stepping on people's hearts.

Feng Xiaoye suddenly looked up to the outside of the prison and gradually saw a deep and long shadow outline. Her heart beat uncontrollably.

Why is he here?

"Open the door." Mo Yihan's thin lips pulled coldly, with impatience.

The magistrate was in a trance and shouted to the side, "fool, open the door quickly. What are you doing?"

Wind Ono slowly got up from the ground and saw the monk sitting on the ground eating dry food. She came forward and pulled him up.

"What's the matter?" A half beat of silence forced his face.

"Are you stupid!" Feng Xiaoye gave a big white eye directly.

Mo Yihan outside the prison door looked at her quietly, especially when he saw that she took the initiative to touch the monk, a nameless anger rushed into his heart.

He was really angry, but he couldn't catch her and beat her up.

"This is..."

"Princess Royal, is the villain's eyes are stupid, the villains are all damn, they didn't recognize you..." the governor saw the door opened, walked in and carefully rubbed his hands, a look of help.

Who doesn't know that the emperor is a tyrant today, and he is definitely a calf protector.

If your majesty knows that his daughter has been arrested by him, the first thing must be to cut him off.

But he doesn't want to die yet

Feng Xiaoye glanced coldly at the flattering magistrate and said mockingly, "I'm afraid not. I'm going to go back and tell my father and mother that you bullied me."

It's good to have a backer.

Look at the prefect's expression, but he was so frightened that he turned pale.

Mo Yihan then opened the magistrate who was blocking the door, came up to her and grabbed her wrist, "follow me."

"Why should I go with you?" Feng Xiaoye shook off his big hand. "It's unreasonable for general Mo to do this. I'm a princess, you're a general, and you're married. Don't provoke me!"

She has always been calm and introverted and never exposed her emotions.

Only in front of him, and only in front of him, can we hide any emotion.

Mo Yihan's pupil shrinks and looks at her slightly stubborn little face. With a cold look, he slowly says, "Ono, I didn't get married."

Her heart was dull and didn't want to say anything.

She turned her head to the silence that seemed to be observing without saying a word and said, "senior brother, let's go."

After saying that, she directly took the monk's hand.

As for ink, it is easy to be cold

Just ignore him.

He really took her down. She won't live with this man again. Would she forgive him even if she didn't get married now? Don't even think about it!

Fengxiaoye pulls Wuji away. Mo Yihan's eyes behind him are deep. He looks at the girl's white little hand holding the hands of other men, and his heart is mixed. He walked up, and the magistrate behind him didn't give up trying to catch up with him.

"General, you should explain to your majesty..."

"Get out." The man glanced at the magistrate and his eyes were angry.

The magistrate was frightened by his eyes and stepped back again and again, afraid to provoke him again.

Feng Xiaoye heard his violent voice and looked at him slightly. He still pretended to be nothing and walked out of the cell.

"Ono... He is..."

"Leave it alone." Feng Xiaoye interrupts the silent question.

Took him back to the inn.

Wuji was blocked by her words, but a trace of discomfort surged from the bottom of her heart. His eyes darkened, he lowered his eyes and said nothing more.

He knows that he is a monk now and is not qualified.

But he is also an extremely keen person. At a glance, he can see that there is some past between Feng Xiaoye and the man with extraordinary temperament... It is emotional entanglement to be exact.

The look of Feng Xiaoye was so indifferent that Wuji was depressed.

They returned to the inn, and Mo Yihan followed them into the inn.

"What are you doing with us?" Wind Ono turned his head and saw him.

The man looked very calm, "stay in an inn."