Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

Zhongli Ye guarded Mu Qing for a night, and Mo Han stood outside the door.

The debris in the room were completely cleaned up, and everything here seemed to be restored and nothing happened.

Mu Qing was assassinated. How could he put her here with peace of mind? Although I don’t know how he escaped the disaster, it is hard to guarantee that there will be no next time. Besides, the injuries on Mu Qing’s hands are too dazzling.

Just looking at the white gauze, Zhongli Ye wanted to execute those who wanted to touch her.

Her body should be as bright as jade, without any flaws!

In the morning, when Xiaoyuer came over, she suddenly saw the man standing at the door, and her eyelids leaped up. She always had some bad premonitions in her heart!

"Who are you, why are you here?" She said in a twist, knowing that the girl doesn't like someone to quarrel while sleeping, and it's impossible for the girl to wake up all her childhood.

Mo Han glanced at Xiao Yuer, and his handsome face was filled with a cold feeling that he would not be close to him.

"My master is inside, it's better not to make a noise, girl."

Xiao Yuer's face turned slightly red. Although she was the master, she still spoke: "How can you appear in Miss Mu Qing's boudoir like this? This man and woman don't get married. If it is spread, it will not ruin the girl's reputation."

Can a girl in a brothel have any good reputation? Mo Han couldn't help but speak in his heart, but it was not the case on the surface.

"Miss Qing'er is injured. I'm sorry, I arrived in time. Now, Miss Qing'er hasn't woken up yet. Are you sure you will still make a noise?" I knew that Xiao Yuer was Mu Qing's maid, and the voice seemed to be full of blame.

Xiaoyuer was surprised: "How could the girl be injured?"

Mo Han stopped speaking and still stood straight at the door.

After a while, the door was opened, Zhongli Ye walked out and handed the paper in his hand to Mo Han: "You two, go and grab the medicine, and then boil it and bring it here."

Xiao Yuer looked at Zhongli Ye with a tired face: "Have you not slept all night? Why don't you go and rest for a while? I'll take care of Miss Mu Qing?" Mu Qing's wounds, who was vaguely speaking,

Xiaoyuer is still worried.

"No, boil the medicine and bring it over."

Xiaoyuer frowned and tiptoed, shaking her body left and right, and her eyes stretched into the room, trying to see what happened to Miss Mu Qing.

"Yes, yes."

Mo Han responded, and saw Xiaoyuer like that, pursed her lips, reached out and pulled her and left.

Zhongli Ye looked at the two people who were far away, turned around, closed the door and returned to the room.

Mu Qing was still lying on the bed, breathing evenly, but there was no sign of waking up at all.

He sat beside the bed, looking at the pale face, and gently brushed his fingers across her arm wrapped in white gauze.

Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, as if she was just asleep.

Zhongli Ye looked at her and his mind was turning rapidly. Such a situation occurred. He would not let her live here alone no matter what, but would she agree to leave with him?

Even when Zhongli Ye seized the throne that day, he never had such uncertainty.

But now, he looked at Zhang Qingshi's beauty and was sincere. No matter what he did, as long as it was related to Bei Muqing, he would have no confidence at all.

He is the emperor of this world and seems to be able to give her a lot of things, but it seems that nothing he has to do with him!

The hand left the gauze-wrapped arm and stroked her cheeks, silent.