Yue Wuxin knew how strong Jun Mohan's heart was and how thoughtful his thinking was.
This man can plan and do things from thousands of miles away. He can lay out plans for more than ten years when he was in his teens, and every step is so meticulous. It can be said that one step can be counted as three steps.
Such a man is undoubtedly powerful and terrifying.
So as long as there is a little clue, he can understand something.
Therefore, he could know that this matter could not be hidden from Jun Mohan.
Ran Qiulan said seriously: "You have to hide it if you can't help it. Feng Sujin asked me to do it. Think about it. For the sake of both of them, we don't say anything. As long as Jun Mohan can't remember it, we won't admit it." Even if he had a guess, he wouldn’t know it.”
After Ran Qiulan finished speaking, she looked at Yue Wuxin's expression and shook his arm, "Okay, please promise me."
When Ran Qiulan was anxious, she could not help but act coquettishly as she did when she was young.
Yue Wuxin shook her head, sighed and said, "Okay, whatever you say is fine."
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the other side
Jun Mohan was very confused. Every time he faced something related to Feng Sujin, he couldn't calm down.
No matter how calm and calm a person is, he cannot be calm and calm.
After he entered the room, he saw Feng Sujin lying on the bed, so he couldn't help but walk lightly to Feng Sujin's bed.
Seeing Feng Sujin's weak look, especially her face, which was still pale, she seemed to be restless in sleep, and her eyebrows were furrowed.
Seeing her like this, Jun Mohan's heart clenched in pain.
He closed his eyes hard and tried to calm down, his heart was so suffocated.
What he hates most is that the woman he loves looks so weak.
He obviously wanted to protect her, but he left her like this.
Jun Mohan felt guilty.
He gently picked up Feng Sujin's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it softly. Many words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to say them.
Jun Mohan tried his best to make his breathing lighter, for fear of disturbing Feng Sujin's sleep and rest.
He saw sweat on her forehead, and he reached out his hand to wipe it away for her in distress.
I don't know what she dreamed about when she was sleeping, and she was so unsettled.
Jun Mohan put the knife in his arms when he came in.
But it would quiet down, and he had a strange feeling that the knife seemed to be shaking.
Ancient weapons are all spiritual.
When Jun Mohan took it out and looked at it, he felt that the knife seemed to be sucked by some force and was trying to lean against Feng Sujin.
Jun Mohan grabbed the dagger very hard, fearing that the dagger would really hurt Feng Sujin.
At this moment, Jun Mohan seemed to realize that it was better to throw away the knife.
But this is something left by my mother, maybe it has something to do with finding her.
At first, he got news in the imperial capital that his mother was sealed underground in an ice jade coffin, but when he actually went there, he did not find his mother's ice jade coffin.
It seemed that my mother's body also disappeared, very strangely.
He felt that his mother was not dead, and he also felt that his mother's identity and life experience were a mystery.
Hou Lihen issued a killing order for him at that time, and Hou Lihen even thought that he had moved his mother's coffin away.
Therefore, looking at this dagger, Jun Mohan's heart felt conflicted and complicated for a while.
At this moment, Feng Sujin on the bed seemed to be saying something.
Jun Mohan lowered his head and put his ear to Feng Sujin's lips, and could hear her uneasy murmur.
"Mo Han, no, no... I am your wife..."