The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

Thinking of this, Mo Yan stepped forward, and her sharp eyes were watching how to rescue the woman, while thinking about the fighting techniques and Muay Thai learned in this world.

When Yue'er was too late to stop, he flashed in front of several people. It was just that they were too tight around the woman, but they were sure to deal with the five men, but they were afraid that the girl would be involved because of themselves. So Mo Yan shouted coldly:

"stop!"

The five men froze for a moment and looked up at Mo Yan. One of the five men with a thick face and a stubble growled at Mo Yan:

"Shit! You're nosy, nosy! Why, do you still want a hero to save the beauty?"

Seeing this, the woman hurried to Mo Yi:

"My son, you go quickly, don't care about the slaves!"

Mo Yan frowned. She almost forgot her current identity, thinking of her appearance as a man, and suddenly looked up at a few men with her chest up and cleared her throat:

"Let her go, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

The headed man heard Mo Yan's words, stretched out his hand and punched his fist, and the bones of the two hands made a crisp sound. Mo took a moment and then made a sudden sneer, what the **** is this special thing?

She stepped forward and twisted her neck from side to side. She also made a crisp sound of bones. When the man was fascinated, he kicked him at the root of his life. The man covered his lower body with his aching hands and looked at the woman surrounded by them.

His eyes seemed to ask: "Isn't it just acting? This kid is really playing?"

The woman glanced at the other men. When others saw this, Mo was so scared that she hurried back and dared not move.

When Mo Yan was ready to take another shot, the five men fled.

Going on like this, I'm afraid they're going to die for a show.

Mo Yan saw a few people leave and hurried forward to ask:

"Are you okay, miss?"

The woman got up and plopped on her knees, and whispered:

"Thank you for your help!"

Mo Yan helped her up, "You're welcome, you're a girl, don't run to this alley in the future. This kind of place is most prone to bad people. Well, it's okay, you go back."

Having said that, Mo Yue told the children to turn around and leave last month, but the woman kept following them to the street.

Mo Yan turned and looked at the woman's shabby look, and glanced at her:

"Why does the girl follow?"

The woman knelt down again, "Son, please accept slaves, oh woo, slaves have no parents in their homes and have been bullied since childhood. If the sons don't enslave, then slaves are better than ... better than ... "

Seeing the woman crying with pear rain, Mo Yan softened her heart and asked her to ask, "What's your name? How old is it?"

The woman broke her tears and laughed. She sucked her nose. "Yu Qing, a slave, is twenty-three this year."

"Oh, Wanqing, the name is as beautiful as you. Since you haven't gone for a while, just follow me first. If you want to leave, just talk to me at any time."

"Thank you son, slaves wish to follow him forever."

After listening to Wan Qing's words, Mo Yan laughed, "Hehe, I don't need you to follow me all my life. In the future, I will marry a wife and have a son. You will marry a woman. After all, they will be separated. Hehe."

Wan Qing's face turned red, and she no longer looked at Mo Yan. Just the moment I lowered my head and became hungry, a cold light flashed in my eyes, and it was almost impossible to catch.

Mo Falcon's secretly protected Falcon, but saw the strangeness of Wan Qing. There was a hint of killing in his eyes, and it quickly dissipated. If this woman dared to move, don't blame him for being ruthless!

Then Mo Yan took Yueer and Wanqing for a long time, and still had no clue. Mo Yan couldn't help feeling a little lost. Yue Er saw this and comforted her:

"Miss, don't be sad, there will always be a way."

As she was talking, Mo Yan in the silence suddenly had an idea. She remembered that Yeluozhuo and Luo Rong frowned at the night of the feast.

It was just that she and Yeluzhuo knew each other. This man was very motivated and had a bad vision. She recognized her as a daughter in a flash of light that day.

But she concealed Luo Rong. As long as she finds a chance for Gao Ding Luo Rong in the past two days, then Ye Luzhuo will be hooked! However, how to talk to Luo Rong has become a worrying thing.

A man paced back and forth until Wan Qing's voice came: "My son, but you're in trouble? If you can tell, if the slaves can help, they will do their best."

Mo Yan shook his head and said, "Thank you, Wanqing, you don't think this will help you. So let's go back first, and then I'll find a way."

Eventually, the three returned to Jingwang Mansion and the moment they stepped into Jingwang Mansion, Wan Qing's mouth revealed a strange smile that was hard to detect.

Silent night was accompanied by the cry of Mo, who sat alone in the courtyard and looked up at the stars. She whispered:

"Helianyi, what are you doing?" At this moment, the heart was lonely and desolate. It ’s been a while in this strange world, and I always feel like I ’m living in a muddled life. When I think of my loved ones in this world, there is a layer of warm water mist in my eyes.

The scene with Helien Wing a few days ago was like a movie. Tears, falling down.

Wiping the tip of his crimson nose and glancing at the swing that was blown by the wind, Mo Yan turned back to the dorm, quietly lying on the bed thinking about how to cooperate with Yeluzhuo, and slowly fell asleep.

At this time, He Lianyi said goodbye to Xiao Zhai, standing alone at the window and watching the stars.

The alcohol on him was very heavy. Xiao Zhai did not know how much tributes the emperor brought from the palace. The two drank for nearly two hours, more than two dozen altar wines. When Xiao Zhai left, he was brought back by his body. . One can imagine how much this sips.

He Lianyi drank a lot, but just as he said, the wine was in his stomach, and that was waste.

Thinking of Mo Yan's playful face and his talking eyes, the whole person was instantly drowsy.

He asked coldly, "Are the letters from the Falcon?"

In the dark, Wudi held the falcon's flying pigeon in his hand and wondered whether he should give it to the master. The Falcon sent two copies, one reminding him. When reading the contents, Wuyi had a bad feeling.

Seeing no silence, He Lianyi's voice was lowered with a bit of anger: "Nothing! The king asks you something!"

"Master, the letter has arrived, just arrived!"

Suddenly, Wudi appeared and handed the paper letter to Helianyi, staring nervously at him.

He Lianyi opened the paper letter and looked at the content on it. His face was getting darker and blacker, and his brows were almost frowned!

The back of his hand was full of blue muscles, and the paper letter was rubbed into a ball, which instantly turned into ashes,

"This **** woman! How dare you find a servant for the king!"