Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Mo Yihan didn't hear her voice. He said in a dumb voice, "Ono, I heard that my father is critically ill."

Feng Xiaoye gripped the gauze and suddenly tightened his fingers.

"The empress personally diagnosed my father, but she still shook her head and said she couldn't."

Feng Xiaoye was stunned, "the mother can't cure..."

Isn't that really bad?

"I will return to the imperial capital tomorrow."

"I'll go back with you!" Feng Xiaoye said immediately.

Not waiting for Mo Yihan to say what he wanted her to go with him, she took the initiative to say that she wanted to go back with him, which surprised Mo Yihan.

Feng Xiaoye said: "I also want to be reunited with my family. My father and mother must be waiting for me to go back and reunite with them."

This makes men's eyes bright.

As long as she can go back, he knows there are more opportunities between them.

"But what do you want to do about Mohism?"

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of it."

Now that my father is critically ill, we all know who the sovereignty of Mohism will fall on. After general Mo is critically ill this time, his majesty will certainly grant general mo the title of marquis. If the old general dies, the title will naturally be inherited.

The Mohists will inevitably have a struggle.

The bottom of Feng Xiaoye's heart is like a mirror. He doesn't ask any more. He gets up and says, "your wound has been treated. I'll go back and pack up."

She was about to leave when he pulled her wrist.

She was stunned.

With her strength, she fell and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Ono." He put her in his arms, rubbed her ear with a low voice and said, "just go?"

He finally let her come. How could he let her run back so quickly and stay in a camp with the smelly monk!

Feng Xiaoye was hugged by him, full of pride, moved coyly, and asked dissatisfied, "what are you going to do?"

Is this man crazy?

His thin lips rubbed against her ears, and his voice was a little dull and mellow.

She lived in modern times and always thought that the sound of the cello was the best. Now, listening to this man's voice, she even felt as pleasant as the cello.

"Stay with me."

Then he pulled the veil off her face and his thin lips fell down.

Feng Xiaoye wanted to push him away, but he thought he was hurt. He wanted to push him down slowly, so he simply followed him.

"All right."

For his childish sake.

……

Wu Ji sat in the camp and looked out from time to time, but after such a wait, Feng Xiaoye didn't come back.

With some loss, he lowered his eyes and went to his bed to lie down.

It seems that she won't come back tonight.

In her heart, that man is more important.

……

The next day.

Mo Yihan is the only one who takes a carriage because of his injury. Although he insists on riding, he is threatened by Feng Xiaoye.

After fengxiaoye got on the carriage, let Wuji also get on the carriage.

"Why is he there?" Mo Yihan saw the monk who also got on the carriage, and his eyes were cold.

He thought he could get along with Ono alone, but he didn't expect this monk

His face was as black as ink.

"What's the matter? There's nothing wrong with elder martial brother returning to the palace with me, and I've always lived in Dalong temple. Thanks to elder martial brother's care, what's wrong with going back and letting my father and mother treat elder martial brother well?"

Mo Yihan: "

There's nothing wrong, it's okay! Let him refute without reason.

Feng Xiaoye looked at his shriveled and black face and thought it was particularly interesting. For a moment, he was interested and deliberately moved in the direction of Wuji, squeezing Wuji.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yihan couldn't bear it and asked in a deep voice.

"Brother Yi Han, you're fierce. I'm just afraid to squeeze you. You're an injured person. If you're uncomfortable, just tell us directly."

What a "we"!

Moyi is so cold that he is about to smoke. I really want to kick the smelly monk out of the carriage now.

He endured it, but he couldn't resist it after all. He said angrily, "get out and ride with him!"

Feng Xiaoye was stunned. Looking at his angry appearance, together with the green veins on her forehead, she had to stop.

That's all. He's got a bad temper.

I used to think that Mo Yihan was a teenager with high cold and abstinence. Now I find it seems that I am clumsy and wrong. He's not abstinent at all, he's not cold, and he's even very teasing.

She just wanted to tease him, but he was really angry.

"...." Mo Yihan looked at her and Wuji, who were really going out to ride a horse, and his chest hurt with anger.

What on earth should he do before she fully accepts him?

……

A few days later.

The troops who made great contributions returned to the imperial capital. The mighty troops crossed the streets and received the attention of the people on both sides.

On the way, Feng Xiaoye took the lead in galloping his horse towards the palace.

Wuji followed, but he was careless and good at riding. He called Xiaoye several times in the back, and he didn't have the courage to speed up the whip to catch up.

He has been living in Dalong temple. Although he can barely ride a horse now, he just learned how to speed up the horse.

Sitting in the carriage, Mo Yihan heard the sound outside the carriage and gently lifted the driving curtain to look out.

On the noisy street, soldiers besieged the people on both sides. Feng Xiaoye disappeared in front of him in white and gradually became a point in front of him. He stared at the girl's back. Even if the girl disappeared in front of him at last, he didn't look back.

"Young master?" Changzhu whispered to him.

"It's all right. Go to the palace and reply to your majesty."

……

Fengxiaoye ran into the palace gate and stood there waiting for Wuji to catch up. Gradually, he was impatient.

I don't know how long I waited, and finally the figure of silent riding appeared in front of me.

Her toes kept burning on the ground, which showed how impatient she was.

The silent horse stopped in front of her, gasped gently and called, "Ono."

"You are so slow." Feng Xiaoye said, "you won't tell me. You can't ride a horse, elder martial brother?"

Wuji Baijun's face turned red and there was no way to refute.

He didn't know what to say with Ono, because he really couldn't ride a horse.

Feng Xiaoye waved his hand, "follow me into the palace. After my mother, they should u already know that I have returned to the palace."

Wuji is worried.

Even, he was a little nervous and afraid.

I've seen the queen and Her Majesty in Dalong temple before. Now it's a different mood to be a saint in the palace.

Fengxiaoye leads Wuji away, but Mo Yihan's Mohist army is a little later. She doesn't intend to enter the palace with Mo Yihan's army from the beginning.

At this time, he entered Su Yunqin's Phoenix Palace. The palace people at the palace gate saw Feng Xiaoye and looked surprised and happy.