Relying on his promise to Mo Jingyu, Mo Li crossed the mountain of corpses in the sea of blood again and again. Whenever he was scarred, what he looked forward to most was to return to the yard that belonged to him and his little master, and listen to the other party's caring nagging.
In order for Li Li's injuries to heal quickly, Xiao Tuanzi even got rid of his habit of hugging Li Li every now and then. He would dip his fingertips into the ointment, gently smear it on the wound, and then blow on it while telling him, "No pain at all."
The childish voice made him want to cry.
This is his most beautiful treasure.
In the blink of an eye, Xiaotuanzi has grown up, and anyone who sees her will boast that she is even worse than the number one beauty. This is a compliment to outsiders, but to Mo Jingyu, it is a reminder. The more beautiful he is, the more Mo Qi values him, which is extremely unfavorable for him. Mo Jingyu began to deal with the kings and grandchildren in all directions, and those people regarded him as something in his pocket; but he knew that those people were not enough to catch Mo Qi's eyes.
What that person wants is this world.
It is rumored that the Khan of the Sahada tribe loves young men with thin skin and tender flesh, preferably those who turn red when they are pulled, and have water mist in their eyes.
For this reason, Mo Qirang once taught his elder sister and nanny to teach him. Thanks to the teachings of these people, Mo Jingyu didn't learn other skills, but learned a lot of dirty things, such as teasing hands.
Xiaotuanzi always likes to pester his hidden guards to teach him martial arts, but on the second day, he lay on the bed sullenly, refusing to get up; so much so that after several years, Mo Jingyu, who had become a big Tuanzi, still just With some three-legged cat skills, he can't even fly over low walls.
Facing Li Li who hates iron but not steel, he always smiles sweetly: "It's okay, I have Ah Li to protect me, right?"
With such a smile, the opponent can't tell the difference between east, west, north, east, and west, and he is even more energetic in the face of the usual training.
When Mo Jingyu danced the elephant, in order to seek peace, the newly appointed Khan of Sahada came in person to show his sincerity. The eldest sister caused the emperor to hand over the reception of the envoys to Mo Qi by blowing the pillow wind.
As it should be, no one dared to stop the foreign envoys who were supposed to be in the post station when they moved into Mo's house.
The small courtyard where Khan Naimanjin lives is only a few meters away from Mo Jingyu's small courtyard. Both he and Mo Li understand what the Patriarch means, and even if they don't want to go anymore, the other party threatens him with the poison on Mo Li's body.
The expressionless face finally looked a little sad, Mo Jingyu held back his fear, he winked playfully at Li Li, and pinched the faces on both sides of his cheeks: "Okay, I will They were not sent there immediately. Let’s find out the enemy’s wind first, and then make plans.”
This was the first time that Li Li dared to hold his wrist aggressively. The young man's pupils were full of fear, and he tightly pursed his lips. After a long time, he said three words:
"do not go."
The strength on the wrist can be said to be gentle, but no matter what, Mo Jingyu couldn't break away from his hand, so he had to stand on tiptoe and kiss Mo Li's lips, and break free while the other party was sluggish. He covered the other person's eyes, and kissed his lips like a dragonfly on water. The soft touch made him unable to help but stick out the tip of his tongue to explore.
"I'll come back as soon as I go, and I'll call you if there's anything to do." Seeing the young man's red ears, Mo Jingyu was in a happy mood and smiled brightly: "I'll go test the other party first, it would be best if we can become friends That’s right. But if it’s not possible, we’d better think of ways to get rid of the poison on you, wouldn’t we?”
"If you go ahead of me, you are a liar. Even if you lose an hour or a quarter of an hour, it is not considered a lifetime."
The young man's soft words like a lover made the young man hesitate before letting the other party go, but he kept a fighting posture all the time.
This was the first time Mo Jingyu met a foreigner.
It was different from what he had imagined. Although the man in front of him was taller than Li Li, it was not as exaggerated as the rumors said. Naimanjin's physique is as burly as a military general, and slightly taller than Mo Li. His handsome face is not like those of his sons and pals. It is very contoured, and the deep eye sockets are filled with dark green eyes that can be called the icing on the cake.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
The other party's Zhongyuan dialect was very fluent. Mo Jingyu was a little surprised, but followed his words and shook his head: "You have a face that makes people not afraid."
When he said this, he could feel the sweat oozing from his palm.
This time it was Naimanjin's turn to be surprised, but he thought the little guy's answer was very interesting, and his hearty laughter was a bit ear-shattering: "My pupil color can be regarded as unknown in the tribe."
Mo Jingyu looked directly into Naimanjin's eyes, he held his hand tightly, he was betting: "But you are still a Khan."
"Little guy, what's your name?"
With a sigh of relief, he knew he had made the right bet. Mo Jingyu let go of his hand slightly, and said word by word: "Mo Jingyu, Mo Qi wants to give you me as a plaything, but I don't want to."
Naimanjin looked him up and down, although there was no contempt in his eyes, Mo Jingyu still felt a little uncomfortable. After a while, the other party said: "Not to be a plaything, could it be that you want to be my Yanshi?"
When Mo Jingyu was off guard, Naimanjin pulled him into his arms. With a subconscious sound, Li Li opened the door all at once, and looked at him who was being hugged with his mouth tightly pursed: "Let go of Master."
"Is this your lackey?"
Such a disrespectful address to Mo Li made Mo Jingyu frown. He wanted to push him away, but the strength of the other party was firmly restraining him, and he couldn't move at all because of the pain: "He is my secret guard , not the lackey you speak of."
"What's the difference?"
The sound of the blade being unsheathed, Mo Jingyu felt his face wet, and he saw a bloodstain on Naimanjin's face.
"Mo Li, step back!"
"I… "
Mo Jingyu noticed that something was wrong with his tone, and after his rapid heartbeat calmed down, his tone softened a lot: "Li Li, you stand at the door, I'm fine."
Finally, Mo Li reluctantly guarded the door.
Because of the close distance, he clearly saw the coldness in Naimanjin's eyes, took a deep breath, and Mo Jingyu raised his head slightly, pretending to be fearless: "My dark guard is indeed wrong, but you are right now, Khan. I'm afraid there will be something wrong with what you did, and I hope you have a lot of money and don't care about him."
"Why?"
"Relying on Mo Qi's ambition." Mo Jingyu tried to slow down his speaking speed, so as not to let the excessive speed of speaking reveal the flustered heart at the moment: "Relying on me, I can cooperate with you."
"You have just taken office, and because of your pupil color, I am afraid that many people will still dissatisfy you."
"What if Mo Qi puts his mind on the Sahada tribe at this moment?"
"Are you sure you can resist my attack on the soldiers?"
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