Mo Xuetong was finally carried up by Feng Juoran, and Bai Yihao managed to jump up with the help of his bodyguard Lin Yu.
After jumping onto the cliff, Bai Yihao was seriously injured, but Lin Yuqiang helped him back to the carriage and went back first.
Mo Xuetong did not leave here. She walked slowly to the carriage with the front half left. The door of the carriage fell off and the carriage was half thrown out. It fell on the road. There was still a little blood in the carriage. It was obvious that it was inside. Most of the people in the car were not injured. The carriage was driven so fast and was forced to stop. The recoil force was not small. It was impossible for the people sitting in the car not to be injured.
"Be sure to take Mo Feng with you next time you go out, and don't let Mo Feng stay too far away. He has good Qinggong. Those bitches hurt you so much. Do you want me to help you deal with it?" Feng Jueran followed her. On Zhang Yaorao's handsome face, his eyes were cold, with a strong sense of solemnity and coldness. The corners of his mouth were raised coldly, and he said coldly,
Thinking of the pair of bitches who almost killed Tong'er, a trace of anger flashed in Feng Juoran's eyes. He had already regarded Mo Xuetong as his own, and the purpose of pretending to be sick was to persuade Emperor Zongwen to let him Mo Xuetong wanted to marry him quickly, but she didn't expect that something like this would happen at this time.
After hearing Mo Feng's report, he didn't care about pretending to be sick and immediately brought someone over. When he saw Lin Yu, he realized that Bai Yihao actually fell down with Mo Xuetong in his arms. He was immediately jealous, so he immediately hung a rope around his waist and did it himself. Cliff came to Mo Xuetong. Although he didn't like Bai Yihao, he had to admit that with Bai Yihao around, Mo Xuetong's chance of survival increased exponentially.
Although he deliberately did not think about why Bai Yihao carried Tong'er down with him regardless of life and death, he still couldn't help but become jealous when he heard the words coming from the cave, and immediately interrupted Bai Yihao's words. Unexpectedly, the engagement contract was burned. Lost it, Bai Yihao is still so stubborn and still wants to marry Tong'er in vain.
Feng Jueran felt extremely unhappy as if his beloved was being spied on by others.
But because of this, Feng Juoran was secretly glad that if Bai Yihao's marriage contract hadn't been designed by him, nothing would have happened to him at this time.
"Don't touch them, I will deal with it myself." A cold smile appeared on Mo Xuetong's beautiful face, which made Feng Juoran look so cold.
"You don't want my help?" Feng Juoran's handsome face fell, and he looked at her with a sense of grievance and displeasure, as if accusing her of treating him as an outsider. He stretched out his hand and carefully held her wrist. Looking at her hand, he picked it up and blew on it distressedly, with a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
Two bitches want to harm Tong'er, so he will let Tong'er take revenge on her own, but there must be someone behind these two bitches, otherwise they wouldn't be bold enough to murder his own princess. You must know that Tong'er is now his own princess. , can be regarded as a member of the royal family, a concubine of the Mo Mansion, a concubine who fell out of favor in the Zhenguo Hou Mansion, dared to kill Tong'er, how could she dare to do it if there was no one behind her.
"Yes, why don't you want it?" Mo Xuetong said slowly, feeling the deep distress and pampering in her heart, her heart couldn't help but soften into a ball.
She stretched out her stiff hand and actively tried to grasp his slender hand. There were several visible scars there. Just now, the noble Prince Xuan jumped down to save her regardless of his serious injuries. How could she not know about his Anxious, heartbroken.
Her eyes fell on his chest, which was covered in thick purple robes and she couldn't see anything. But when he held her in his arms just now, she leaned her face against his chest and could clearly smell it. There was a strong smell of blood and a bit of moisture, and his wound actually opened again. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He only felt pain, soreness, and some joy of being pampered.
Holding his hand, he walked to the carriage on the side.
Hearing Mo Xuetong say that he needed his help, Feng Juoran immediately became happy, his eyebrows widened, and his beautiful eyes immediately lit up. He felt as if he had drunk honey, with a gentle smile, as if he was afraid that she would break. As if driving, he gently pulled her back and got into the carriage together.
"Take off your clothes." Mo Xuetong said unceremoniously after he got into the carriage and waited for him to sit down, leaning on the couch on the side.
Feng Juoran was shocked at first, and then his face was filled with joy involuntarily. Regardless of the tingling pain in his chest, he sat up quickly, took off his robe, and then lay back on his back, his enchanting eyes twinkling like a stream of light. Mo Yao Shi stared at Mo Xuetong with a beautiful smile.
Seeing his joyful expression, Mo Xuetong couldn't help but blush. She didn't dare to look at those gentle eyes anymore. She sat aside and stretched out her hand to tug at his shirt. There was a faint pool of light on it. The blood stains on the white tunic are like red plums in the snow, eye-catching and blazing.
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Feng Juoran's eyes followed hers and fell on his clothes, only to find the blood stains on it. He immediately understood what she meant, reached out to hold her little hand, and said softly: "But you feel sorry for me?"
Mo Xuetong's face turned red and she looked away when he looked at her. Her original intention was to bandage him again, but when she reached out, she realized that she had trouble with both hands. Mo Xuetong was very ruthless, with three sticks. The fingers were pricked opposite each other. Although Bai Yihao's medicine was very good, even the slightest movement of his fingers was painful.
The other hand was red and swollen from being stepped on. If Mo Xuemin had not been able to control the force on the fast-moving carriage, her palm would have been crushed by her.
These two people were completely unable to re-bandage Feng Juoran's wound. They looked at their hands with annoyance, sighed, and pursed their lips.
"Come here." Feng Juoran completely understood what she meant, and his eyes were filled with joy. With a move of his hand, Mo Xuetong's slender body was carried over by him, put aside, and he put his arms around her slender waist. It was a smile. He turned over on his side, held his head up with one hand, and looked at her closely, with a lazy and beautiful smile on his lips.
Looking at someone's generously open chest, Mo Xuetong couldn't help but blush. Her small hands were still pressed against Feng Juoran's chest. The strong chest muscles made Mo Xuetong's face feel as hot as burning. He stood up and closed his shy watery eyes at a loss. His long eyelashes flashed and trembled slightly.
There was a heavy gasp in the air, and Feng Juoran was a little distraught. He only felt that the person in his arms was so beautiful that it hurt to his bones. Those eyes that could inadvertently turn away people's souls when they passed by were dyed with gleaming eyes. Gentle and doting, there is still a hint of evil and moodiness.
The most arrogant and romantic eighth prince in the world, His Royal Highness Prince Xuan, is now just an ordinary affectionate man. He stares at his beloved daughter in his arms, his eyebrows raised, and he is overjoyed. He senses Mo Xuetong's care and concern. The shy, beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her mouth became more serious, and she hugged Mo Xuetong and brought her closer to her.
"Tong'er, you are the only one in my heart. No one else can enter my heart. Do you only have me in your heart, right?"
What does it mean to be as tender as water? Feng Jueran was like that at this time. Although she had managed to get Mo Xuetong to agree to marry him, after several encounters, she felt a little uncertain because Tong'er was always so calm and even helped. No need for it, as if she didn't want him to interfere in her affairs.
Especially Bai Yihao's declaration to Mo Xuetong, which he had just heard clearly, made him a little more panicked.
He doesn't care what others do, but Bai Yihao is different!
Feng Juoran knew that although Bai Yihao looked gentle and elegant, he was actually a very cold-hearted person. The fifth princess had been chasing him for many years, and even used the hidden power of the Dingguo Palace for him, which invisibly made the Dingguo Palace His safety was missing a guarantee, but he was still not tempted at all and used the fifth princess mercilessly.
Feng Jueran knew clearly that the fifth princess was able to burn down Bai Yihao's house this time. A huge part of it was that he and Bai Yihao each played a great role in it. His own purpose was to take advantage of the chaos to get it. Bai Yihao's box, the box that Bai Yihao cares about, must contain Bai Yihao's important documents.
But now from Bai Yihao's eyes, what he saw was a man's love for a woman!
With Bai Yihao's identity, if he didn't really like her, how could he talk about the marriage contract? How could Bai Yihao be a person who agreed with the marriage contract.
The engagement contract would be placed in the white jade box that Bai Yihao valued most. Bai Yihao must have valued it and was even willing to acknowledge the engagement.
The fifth princess burned down Bai Yihao's house. Feng Juoran took the opportunity to pick up the engagement contract and presented this part of Duke Dingguo's strength to his father, which aroused his jealousy. Bai Yihao took the opportunity to enter Bai Yichen's yard. , after successfully sending the fifth princess and Bai Yichen to a pile, they made the spies sent by Emperor Zongwen useless.
After all, Bai Yichen is the eldest prince of the Yan Kingdom. Although his status is not as high as that of Bai Yihao, he is a guest in the Yan Kingdom, not a hostage. Emperor Zongwen has no reason to place spies in Bai Yichen's mansion, and most of the people in Bai Yichen's mansion are him. The inspection of one's own people is very strict, and it is extremely difficult to place one of them.
Therefore, in this incident, Feng Juoran and Bai Yihao succeeded, but the ones who failed were the self-righteous Bai Yichen and the fifth princess who thought Bai Yichen had designed it and wished Bai Yichen was dead.
For such a person to say such words clearly shows that he is destined to win.
Feng Jueran knew that he and Bai Yihao were the same kind of people. Either they didn't love each other, or they would never let go if they fell in love. Thinking that there was an unparalleled and handsome Bai Yihao who also liked Tong'er, how could Feng Jueran be calm? , so after asking the question, he looked at Mo Xuetong very nervously, and his breathing was a little rapid, which hit her tender white face, causing a few gentle waves.
Mo Xuetong didn't dare to open her eyes, but she could feel the blazing gaze on her face. After two lives, she had already understood her feelings for Feng Juoran, so she didn't care whether her mother was harmed by the royal family, or even because she was afraid of leaving. I never told him about it, and I searched for the truth silently alone, hoping that the truth would not be so hurtful.
I don't know when, emotions had already broken through reason, and he broke into her heart with that enchanting and evil appearance.
Her long eyelashes flickered slightly, but in the end she didn't have the courage to open her eyes. The hand holding his clothes tightened slightly but did not let go. Her face burned instantly and she buried her head in his chest, hanging down. Head, at a loss.
Feng Juoran looked at her jade-like side face and sensed her dependence on him. Although she only moved slightly, he still keenly sensed that at this moment, love was pouring out.
He held her tightly in his arms, turned over and pressed her down, and pressed his lips against the small cherry mouth.
He was still cautious at first, but when he came into contact with her soft and sweet lips, the gentleness that he had worked hard to control became a little uncontrollable.
All the senses were concentrated on those two small lips, as if they were everything to him, and nothing else mattered. Not satisfied with this light contact, his lips and tongue seemed to have their own consciousness. , heading towards the place where the breath is like blue between the lips.
This is his pupil, the woman he loves. In this life, she is definitely his. He will not let go, not even after death! (To be continued)