"Sister?" Mo Jinyao touched his chin, his eyes full of doubts.
"Hey, this is your reward." Yun Ziyue did not dare to look Mo Jinyao in the eyes, and made up a random sentence.
This was a completely subconscious reaction of hers, how could she think of explaining.
award
Mo Jinyao's eyes lit up, and he took two steps back suddenly.
He picked up the clothes from the bed and put them on slowly. Although the belt of the clothes was not fastened, Mo Jinyao was very satisfied. After doing this series of actions, he walked two steps to Yun Ziyue , said with eyes full of anticipation, "Sister, reward."
"..." Seeing the slow pride in his eyes and the naked stare begging for a kiss, the corners of Yun Ziyue's mouth twitched heavily, really not knowing what to say.
It took a long time for Mo Jinyao to finally calm down. Just after eating, Mo Jinyao's medicine came up, and he covered his head in a dazed state, and said in a muffled voice, "Sister, my head It hurts so much, can you rub it for A Yao?"
"Okay, rub it for you." Yun Ziyue gently placed her hand on his temple, and rubbed it slowly, very gently.
I don't know if it's from his heart, Mo Jinyao felt that his head didn't hurt so much, but it was still swollen, and he was so drowsy for a long time. During this time, Yun Ziyue half-supported him back to the bed, and still rubbed him. Mo Jinyao fell asleep in a daze with his head in his head, but his brows were furrowed so badly that no matter how much Yun Ziyue stroked him, he couldn't help it.
She knew that when she woke up, the real Mo Jinyao would be back, and no matter what he wanted to do, she would accompany him.
This night, the mansion was surprisingly quiet, it seemed that even the wind knew what was going to happen and dared not blow it.
The lights in the butler's room were always on.
There is a Bodhisattva in the room, and there is an unburned incense in front of the Bodhisattva, while Feng Steward kneels on the ground, puts his hands together, and prays devoutly.
"Bodhisattva, I beg you, bless our lord with auspiciousness, please wake up quickly, please, the life of the lord is hard enough, you can't treat the lord like this."
Steward Feng has been in the palace for most of his life. He is not a superstitious person, but what else can he do now besides praying? Usually, the prince is their pillar and the patron saint of the country, but if something happens to the prince, who will protect the prince
Steward Feng didn't know that the prince had woken up, nor did he know that the prince had turned into a child-like person, nor did he know that the prince was about to restore those deliberately blocked memories.
But Ye Po knew, so Ye Po conscientiously guarded the door of Mo Jinyao's room that night, without closing her eyes all night.
The same is true for Yun Ziyue in the room. Not only is Mo Jinyao frowning, but he is also sweating all the time. His whole body looks like he has been fished out of the water. His clothes are soaked through, but he doesn't want to wake up at all. Yun Ziyue wiped his forehead with warm water, fearing that when he woke up, he wouldn't close his eyes all night.
Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Mo Jinyao finally calmed down. Yun Ziyue lay on the table looking at him, and fell asleep unconsciously.
And Mo Jinyao on the bed slowly opened his eyes, there was no childlike ignorance and innocence in his eyes, but only the aura of being a stranger and the coldness of wanting to destroy everything.
Mo Jinyao got off the bed, raised his eyes and saw the little woman lying on the table, recalled what happened in the past few days, his gaze softened a little, he slowed down and walked over, staring at Yun Ziyue I looked at my face for a long time...
When Yun Ziyue woke up, she found that she was on the big bed, but the person who was supposed to be on the bed was nowhere to be seen. The little drowsiness she was so frightened completely disappeared, and she quickly got off the bed and looked around. I didn't see anyone, so I hurriedly put on my shoes and opened the door to go out.
Next, Yun Ziyue saw such a scene. Under the peach tree in the yard, a man in purple was sitting alone. On the small stone platform in front of him was a blood-red sword. The man stared at the sword, not knowing. What are you thinking.
Yun Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the man didn't do anything stupid, she walked towards him slowly, but Mo Jinyao never raised her eyes to look at her, just kept staring at the sword.
"Mo Jinyao?" Yun Ziyue called out tentatively, and the man slowly raised his head.
Yun Ziyue was taken aback. At this time, Mo Jinyao's eyes had turned the color of red emeralds, strange and gleaming, but always filled with sadness.
"Mo Jinyao, what's wrong with you?"
"Are you afraid?" Mo Jinyao smiled, but the smile was a little lonely.
Yun Ziyue shook her head, approached him, and said, "Mo Jinyao, what Yun Ziyue loves is you, no matter what you become, I will love you, so no matter what happens in the future, we will carry it together, OK?"
Yun Ziyue patted his head lightly, as if comforting a child, but such words, in Mo Jinyao's opinion, were the most beautiful love words in the world.
Mo Jinyao's eyelashes trembled, his hands wrapped around Yun Ziyue's waist, and his whole head was leaning on her body. From that moment on, Yun Ziyue gradually understood that even as strong as Mo Jinyao, there are times when he is weak. , he also needs to find someone he can rely on, and Yun Ziyue is willing to be that person.
"Thank you, my princess." Mo Jinyao's voice was very clear but full of seriousness.
The wind blows through the peach trees, and the peach blossoms fall, witnessing this moment together.
But happiness is always as short-lived as the epiphyllum. The navy in Nanling is confronting the navy in Jiangnan. The two armies have been fighting non-stop for almost a day and a night, but no one wants to retreat. Whoever retreats will lose. Already...
In the Nanling camp, Yang Xiyu was in a state of panic, Li Yang was seriously injured and escaped death. Although he was rescued, he was almost like a useless person. It was impossible for him to go to the front to lead the war in person.
After many discussions in Nanling, it was finally decided to send Yang Xiyu to fight against the Jiangnan navy, but Yang Xiyu may be born with an unlucky physique, if he attacked the Jiangnan navy before Yun Ziyue came to train these soldiers, he might still be able to Defeat the navy in Jiangnan, but now, although the navy in Jiangnan has not yet undergone real combat training, the super-intensive training in the past few days is not for nothing, and what Yun Ziyue asked Coach Luo to do is not They can match.
"My son...our people are still in a stalemate with the navy in the south of the Yangtze River." A soldier came to report in a panic.
Yang Xiyu crushed the teacup in his hand with a crackling sound. Everyone was terrified and wanted to speak but dared not speak.
Yang Xiyu said with a gloomy face,