It's not that she doesn't feel sorry for Mo Jinyao, it's just that once this thing stops, all previous steps will be invalidated. Yun Ziyue couldn't stop, and finally finished piercing the silver needle.
Seeing the man's restrained expression, Yun Ziyue was worried for a while. This man looked glamorous on the surface, but in fact he was covered with injuries. He led troops to fight at a young age, and he was still in the hot and humid south of the Yangtze River. He couldn't eat well and sleep well. Not good, and he was poisoned. This kind of life is really not good.
"Mo Jinyao, you know how to care about national affairs and how to protect the common people, why don't you know how to treat yourself well? Do you know that if you let the old wounds and poisons in your body develop, these things will make you Spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, and it will kill you in serious cases!"
Yun Ziyue was a little out of breath, and couldn't help but tinge with anger when she spoke.
Mo Jinyao looked at the hairy girl in front of him, and said, "But didn't this king meet the princess? The princess is so powerful, she will definitely not let this king have trouble, right? Hmm..."
Yun Ziyue was so angry that it was useless to tell this man no matter what.
"Humph!"
Ye Po stood outside, devoted herself to her duty, with their strength, they could hear even small voices very clearly. Hearing the voices coming from the room, Ye Po, who had always been very indifferent, couldn't help but smile, Xindao, only the princess can control the temper of my prince. The doctor said at the beginning that the prince has a serious physical problem, and he will definitely suffer from serious problems if he is not treated in time, but Mo Jinyao doesn't care at all, he just stays away for the country Zheng Zhan, who handles affairs in the capital, never pays attention to his body. Now that he has a concubine, the prince finally starts to care about his body, how can Ye Po be unhappy.
It is said that the power of love is great, and now it seems that it is true.
In this way, at noon, the drizzle finally stopped for a while, but the sky was still foggy.
After Yun Ziyue pulled out the silver needle on his body, Mo Jinyao felt refreshed for the first time in so many years. In the past, in this kind of weather, he either wrapped himself in a quilt and endured the pain, or I spent my days in the hot spring pool in Wangfuzhong. This is the first time in so many years that I can feel the aroma of rainwater penetrating the earth and soil in the misty and rainy Jiangnan, and feel the vastness of the misty river.
Like a child, Mo Jinyao came out of the tent and slowly stretched out his hand. Feeling the moisture in the air, he took a deep breath and felt that his soul was trembling. There was no pain or discomfort. How long has it been since you felt it
Ye Po looked at such a scene, and he couldn't help but wet his eyes because of his strong bones. If anyone knows the difficulty of the prince best, it must be him. He has been with the prince since he was a child, watching the prince from naughty The young man, slowly, step by step, gradually became indifferent and mature, until he became today's invincible king regent.
Yun Ziyue just looked at him so quietly, and couldn't help but think of the first time she saw Mo Jinyao. At first, she only felt that this man was very powerful and good-looking, but after getting along for several months, she Only then did I really understand what Mo Jinyao really looked like.
At the age of twenty-five, he doesn't have the arbitrariness that this age should have. Instead, he exudes the majesty of a superior and the freedom of life and death from the inside out.
Yun Ziyue walked up to him, put her little hand on his, and said softly,
"Mo Jinyao, in days like this from now on, you can be like a normal person, watching the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, watching the wind rise and fall."
Mo Jinyao looked sideways at the girl standing side by side with him, his eyes were full of the girl's figure, and he couldn't accommodate anyone else.
Mo Jinyao held Yun Ziyue's little hand backhand, his voice was hoarse,
"Okay, let's watch together."
A pair of Bi people, holding hands, is very beautiful.
But such a beautiful scene did not last long, there was a sound of horseshoes outside, followed by the sound of hurried sprinting,
"My lord, Steward Feng has brought people here, and he is currently in the mansion in the city."
With a thud in their hearts, they looked at each other, and without having time to explain anything, they got on the horse, slapped the horse's ass, and ran away in a hurry.
Ye Po also had a serious look on her face. Steward Feng would never come here in person if he had nothing to do. At most, he was looking for someone to send a letter to tell the prince about the situation, but now he came here without saying hello. Something must have happened in the capital. The change that made Steward Feng unable to stay in the capital.
The two hurriedly arrived at the mansion in the city. Steward Feng's group had been waiting there for a long time. When they saw the prince and a strange man coming in together, they knelt down on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
Mo Jinyao felt even more uncomfortable, "Butler Feng, what happened?"
"My lord, this old slave is guilty, I'm sorry for you... the capital... the capital has fallen into the hands of thieves, your majesty... your majesty is dead..."
After hearing the news, Mo Jinyao's body, which was already weakened by the pain, was completely unsteady. If Yun Ziyue hadn't helped him from behind, this man who had never changed his expression before the Mount Tai collapsed would have died sooner or later. just fell down.
Mo Jinyao was choked up for a long time before he spoke forcefully.
"who is it?"
"It's King Cheng. He not only forced His Majesty to death, but also killed General Zhongwu and Old General Qin. Their heads... were hung on the tower of the capital. Even our palace was confiscated. People escorted the old slave and others out of the capital, this... ah... "
Butler Feng couldn't continue talking, and the words in his stomach turned into a voice of swallowing. The other servants also looked disheveled. The change was so sudden. One second, they were still working in the palace, and the next second they were still working in the palace. became a desperado.
Mo Jinyao tried his best to control his voice to look normal, and said, "Take them to rest."
After finishing speaking, he took two steps forward.
But everyone could feel the changes in Mo Jinyao. If the previous Mo Xiuyao was a flamboyant person, then the current Mo Jinyao is a restrained, bloody machine.
Steward Feng has seen Mo Jinyao in every age, mischievous when he was eleven or twelve years old, fierce when he was thirteen or fourteen, flamboyant but steady when he was in his twenties.
But Butler Feng had never seen Mo Jinyao like this before, just a back view made people shudder.
Like a knife that had been sealed for a long time, the seal was finally released, and his sharp, bloody blade began to be exposed.
The people around couldn't help but tremble, and they didn't dare to look at Mo Jinyao's back.