The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

At last, he sighed and gave up looking for Mo Yan.

Jing Muhan followed the goddess to a hot spring. She glanced back at Jing Muhan, a slight smile leaked in her eyes, stood barefoot on the shore, and slowly took off her clothes layer by layer, perfect. The smooth back fell into Jing Muhan's eyes.

Jing Muhan's face was a little cold, and his low voice said,

"My king has no intention to watch you bath here!"

The goddess looked back and smiled, "Wings, help loosen the belt."

Jing Muhan froze, his eyes flickered, and he didn't do anything. The goddess said, "Chengsheng grass ..."

Jing Muhan's figure appeared behind the goddess, and her hands fell into the air. If the woman in front of him is his little wild cat, he will eat and clean her directly, but this woman, he disdain!

The action quickly pulled the goddess's belt away from the waist, like a rope on a stump, without emotion, and without a touch of tenderness.

The goddess paused, turning slowly, the scarlet bellyband covered the hidden place, and the coat was silky smooth, falling directly from the white smooth incense shoulder.

In front of you, any man will take a bath, blood spurts, and can't stand it. But it fell into Jing Muhan's eyes, just a pile of wood.

Seeing Jing Muhan's attitude, the goddess' eyes were full of loss. She turned, slowly raised her steps, and walked to the pool. His feet slipped, and the whole person accidentally plunged into the pool.

As a result, I fell into a cold embrace.

The goddess' heart tightened, he cared about her ... didn't he?

The smooth skin touched Jing Muhan's slightly cool robe, and the goddess couldn't say anything. This was the first time in her life that she had come in close contact with him. And he took the initiative to hug her. Can't help but lean on Jing Muhan's arms, the goddess whispered,

"You have mine in your heart, right?"

Jing Muhan pushed the goddess out directly, "The king is just worried that the longevity grass will be destroyed by you!" After speaking, he turned and kept a distance of three feet from the goddess.

The goddess was again disappointed and jumped straight into the pool, the spring water covered the tears on her face.

At the same time, at the Regent's Mansion, Mo Yan stood on the side of the temporary elevated bed and held a sharp scalpel in his hand to treat Chu Cheng's wound.

The effect of anesthesia powder was not as good as expected, so during the operation, Chu Cheng was awoken by pain several times, but just groaned and fell asleep.

There was more and more sweat in Mo's forehead. The two doctors standing next to her always felt that they couldn't help, so they stood beside and wiped her sweat and handed her tools.

At noon, two hours later, Mo Yi retracted the scissors and cut the last thread on Chu Cheng's wound. She was relieved instantly!

The wound was sutured, and the blood stopped. What I have to wait now is what the doctor said, eternal life.

Although Mo Yan didn't know if that longevity flower could save her life, Chu Cheng's current situation was helpless.

Only before Jing Muhan brought back the longevity flower, ensured that Chu Cheng's wounds would not worsen, and that he still hung up in one breath.

Mo Yan also hopes that Jing Muhan will bring the longevity flowers back!

After packing all the medical tools, Mo glanced at the girl who was standing outside,

"Send someone to this place and say, I ordered something here a few days ago."

The girl looked at the name of the smithy above, nodded, and left in a hurry.

Mo Yan sat in the yard and sighed softly,

Unexpectedly, it was just a few days that so many unexpected things happened. I was inexplicably upset in my heart. I wondered what Jing Muhan was doing now, and whether he had gotten Changsheng grass.

Mo Yan was a little more worried when they heard the expressions of horror in the long lives of the girls.

Forget it, Chu Cheng passed through tonight, she went to Weizhou to see.

After making a decision, Mo Yan went to Chu Cheng's dormitory to remind the girl that if Chu Cheng had something to do at night, she would look for her. Then he went to his bedroom to rest, and spent a long night sleeping hard, before he realized that the sky was already bright.

Mo Yan slowly got up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, quickly put on his clothes, pulled his hair up casually, and went to Chu Cheng's bedroom after washing.

"Chu Cheng didn't have a fever last night?"

Ma'am returned respectfully,

"Miss Mo, Master Chu was very good last night without a high fever."

Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and after the dangerous period had passed, it was okay for the time being.

Looking at the man with a sullen face on the bed, Mo Yan couldn't think of it. This is Chu Cheng, who is cold-faced and strong in cold air, on weekdays.

It turned out that he also had a fragile side. Chu Cheng was able to survive this way, but also lost the care of the girl who took care of him.

Mo Yan looked at the girl and asked, "What's your name?"

"Slaves warm their hearts."

Mo pursed his lips. "Like yours, warm your heart."

Nuanxin was somewhat shy, bowing his head and not daring to look up at Mo Yan.

When Mo Yan saw this, he did not laugh at his heart and reminded her, "I will go to Weizhou to find Wang Ye, and you will take care of Chu Cheng."

"Yes, Girl Mo."

"Well, it's okay. I'm leaving."

Nuanxin's clear and innocent eyes looked at the back farther and farther, envious, "I also want to be able to heal your wounds, like Miss Mo, Master Chu."

Looking back at the man with eyes closed on the bed, Warmheart's face gradually turned crimson.

Jing Muhan stayed overnight for a long career and was threatened by the goddess with the longevity grass. His heart was very irritable, so while the goddess was resting at night, he went to the forest alone to find the longevity grass.

Perhaps there is something other than the one in the hand of the goddess.

With hope, as a result, Chen Shi has passed, and there is still no shadow of growing grass.

Jing Muhan stood in the forest clenching his fists, exuding a strong murderous spirit all over his body.

Suddenly the voice of the goddess came,

"Wing, why did you come here early in the morning?"

Jing Muhan looked back at the woman who came over. Today, she is wearing a lilac long veil skirt, her graceful figure is especially tempting.

Those three thousand blue silks were picked up at will, yet elegant and charming.

Jing Muhan looked back and answered coldly,

"What the king wants to do, I don't need to ask you."

"It seems that your sincerity to grow grass is not enough."

"Goddess, you have to get in!"

"Wing, do you really want to talk to me like this?"

Damn, why didn't he have a trace of poisoning? The medicine had been in this thin air, and it had been all night, why hadn't he even reacted!

Biting her lower lip tightly, wishing that Jing Muhan would now forget everything in this world. Jing Muhan listened to the goddess and hummed coldly, "My king will grow grass!"

"The time has not yet come! I said, three days, three days later, before you are passionate about me, I will send you the longevity grass! And send you out of here!"