After listening to Chunfeng's previous explanation, the prince couldn't help but think that Chunfeng had the idea of suicide because he saw that scene.
Chunfeng frowned and looked at Baili Mochen, secretly cursing, does she look so spineless
"Ah, no, no, I don't have trouble thinking about it. This is a bit complicated to talk about. You...can you give me some time to sort out my thoughts? I'll tell you when the time is up!"
Seeing Baili Mochen's probing eyes, Chunfeng couldn't help but interrupt his thoughts and asked tentatively.
"Oh, that's fine!" Hearing this, Baili Mochen breathed a long sigh of relief as if he had let go of a big stone in his heart, and then said: "Okay, when you think about it, you can tell me whenever you want, it's just From now on, no matter what the reason is, don't leave me again, okay?"
Chunfeng couldn't remember how many times he had said this to himself after he woke up.
"Okay!" Although this may be the nth time, Chunfeng still nodded sweetly.
"Okay, eat quickly, otherwise the food will be bad if it gets cold!" Baili Mochen was satisfied with picking vegetables for the spring breeze. His dark eyes hidden under the long and thick silhouette always had a touch of sadness. It's so light that it's hard to notice.
Thinking of that child who has never been seen or even formed, always leaves a permanent scar in my heart.
Although he was very sad, he still chose to hide Chunfeng because he knew that Chunfeng would be more sad than himself.
Military doctors have said that a good mood will be more conducive to recovery.
Therefore, whenever he thinks of this matter, he will emphasize it to his potential wife and ask her not to leave him at will.
Not wanting the same tragedy to happen, looking at Chunfeng's sweet smile, Baili Mochen suddenly felt even more guilty.
Such a beautiful woman should not be treated like this, it was all because of his negligence.
He secretly swore in his heart that he would never let her get hurt again.
...
Besides, Hong Luan, who was seriously injured, defected to Prince Muhan with full of hatred for Baili Mochen.
The severe pain all over his body, as well as the damage caused by the backlash, made Hong Luan determined to take revenge and vent his hatred in vain.
Looking at Hong Luan, who was dressed in tattered red clothes and in a miserable state, Prince Muhan looked surprised, but there were some unclear emotions intertwined in his eyes.
"Oh, Saint, what's wrong with you? How did you get hurt like this? Who is it?" Prince Muhan said with a look of surprise and anger.
"Stop talking, arrange a quiet place for me, I want to heal my wounds." Hong Luan said angrily while holding back the sweet smell in her throat.
"Okay, okay, I'll let someone make the arrangements right now. Miss Hongluan, wait a moment." Prince Muhan still looked like the dog-legged pigherder. After saying that, he turned around and went out to arrange a place for Hongluan himself.
After a cup of tea, Prince Muhan came back again and said to Hongluan, who was half-lying on the chair: "Looking at your serious injury, do you want me to send you a military doctor?"
"No need!" Hong Luan refused, leaving no chance for Prince Muhan.
"Ahem, okay, I'll take you there right now?" Prince Muhan coughed twice and said to Hongluan.
"The prince will just send two people to take me there. Such a trivial matter will not bother the prince." Hong Luan continued to look like 'keep strangers away'.
"Then... okay." The prince seemed to be still hesitating, and the next moment he ordered two soldiers to take Hong Luan to the newly decorated camp.
Looking at the red figure retreating away, a trace of hatred flashed in Prince Muhan's eyes.
Of course he knew that Chunfeng was kidnapped by her on the way, and he also knew that Chunfeng had now returned to King Yao safely.
In this way, all his advantages are gone, and the current situation becomes very passive.
But even so, he would still tolerate Hong Luan again and again, for no other reason than that the Wu tribe still had many things worth exploring.
And these things can help him, so no matter how dissatisfied he is, Prince Muhan tries his best to hold it back.
Back at the camp, Hong Luan couldn't help it anymore. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
In the end, Hong Luan underestimated Baili Mochen and the energy of the forbidden technique's backlash. The injury this time was far more serious than she imagined.
In fact, if she hadn't practiced the illusion mind-cleansing technique well enough this time, Baili Mochen would never have been able to escape her grasp. She was also too impatient, and in the end, she was the one who got hurt.
After regaining his composure, Hong Luan slowly stood up and moved to the bedside, took out a healing medicine, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to sit cross-legged and perform exercises to heal his injuries.
But the result was unsatisfactory. In less than a stick of incense, Hong Luan vomited blood again.
She opened her eyes almost in disbelief. She couldn't do any exercises to heal her injuries!
The backlashed internal energy wandered around uncontrollably, not only making it impossible for her to heal, but even resisting her healing internal energy. If she forced healing again, her entire skill would probably be destroyed.
It seemed that the only way to heal the trauma was slowly. Hong Luan was lying on the bed, her lips were biting red, and her eyes were full of hatred.
After three days of rest, Hongluan took the initiative to find Prince Muhan.
"I wonder what the saint has to do with this prince?" Prince Mohan asked bluntly.
"Hong Luan wants to cooperate with the prince again. This time, Hong Luan will definitely help the prince win the world and achieve hegemony." Hong Luan said calmly while sitting in the guest seat.
"Really? I wonder what the saint has to offer? What kind of conditions are required?" The two of them have cooperated many times, and Prince Muhan is also open-minded and does not tell secrets.
"Absolutely a good recipe. The condition is that after the war is over, the prince must provide us with all the daily necessities of the Witch Clan every year, and leave Baili Mochen and his woman to my disposal!"
Hong Luan picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip before continuing.
"Well, there is no problem in supplying the Witch Clan. You can also leave that woman to you, but King Yao... If he escapes accidentally, wouldn't that be a great threat to this prince?"
Regarding transactions, Prince Mohan is always cautious.
"Don't worry, he won't pose a threat to you. Besides, he will become a king or a bandit. How can he, a grass bandit, threaten you, who is above you?" Hong Luan outlined a beautiful blueprint for Prince Muhan in just a few words.
"This..." Prince Mohan still seemed hesitant.
"Prince, don't worry. I will give him a secret weapon based on the previous weapon list. No matter how skilled a martial artist is, he can't break it. Prince can rest easy!"
Hong Luan smiled proudly and looked confident.
Adding a secret weapon
Prince Muhan's eyes showed greed. The things from the Witch Clan were all rare and good things.
Let’s just talk about the secret recipe Hong Luan gave him last time. It was a good product loved by military strategists!