The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

It's not that she doesn't feel sorry for Mo Jinyao, but once this thing stops, all the previous steps will be invalidated. Yun Ziyue can't stop and finally finishes piercing the silver needle.

Seeing the man's forbearing expression, Yun Ziyue was anxious for a while. This man looked glamorous on the surface, but he was covered in injuries. He led soldiers to fight at a young age. He was still in the hot and humid Jiangnan, and he couldn't eat and sleep well. It's not good, and even poisoned, this kind of life is really not good.

"Mo Jinyao, you know that you care about national affairs and protect the people of Li people, why don't you know how to treat yourself well? Do you know that you can let the old wounds and poisons in your own body continue to develop? These things will let you lightly? Spend the second half of your life in a wheelchair, and it will kill you!"

Yun Ziyue was a little frustrated, and she couldn't help feeling a little angry when she spoke.

Mo Jinyao looked at the girl who had blown up her hair 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 get into trouble, right? Hmm..."

Yun Ziyue was so angry that it was useless to know how to tell this man.

"Humph!"

Ye Po stood outside and did his duty loyally. At their level, they could hear very clearly even the small voices. Listening to the sound coming from the room, Ye Po, who had always been very cold, couldn't help but raise a smile. Xin said that only the princess can control his own prince’s temperament. At the beginning, the doctor said that the prince’s body has a major problem and that he will definitely have a major problem if he is not treated in time. But Mo Jinyao didn’t care at all. During the battle, dealing with affairs in the capital, but never paying attention to his own body, now that with the princess, the prince finally started to care about his body, which made Ye Po unhappy.

It is said that the power of love is great, and it seems to be so now.

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 from him, Mo Jinyao felt refreshed for the first time in so many years. In the past such weather, he was either wrapped in a quilt in a big tent to endure the pain, or It is the hot spring pool in the palace. This is the first time in so many years that I can feel the fragrance of rain infiltrating the earth and the earth in this misty Jiangnan, and feel the vastness of the misty river surface.

Mo Jinyao came out like a child and slowly stretched out his hand, feeling the dampness in the air, and took a deep breath, feeling that the soul was trembling, there was no pain, no discomfort. How long have you not felt it?

Ye Po watched such a scene, his eyes were so strong that he couldn't help but wet his eyes. It is not easy to say who knows the prince best, it is none other than him. He has been with the prince since he was a child, watching the prince be naughty and reckless. The young man, slowly, step by step, slowly became indifferent and mature, until he became the invincible regent today.

Yun Ziyue looked at him so quietly, she couldn't help but think of the first time she saw Mo Jinyao. At the beginning, she only felt that this man was very powerful and beautiful, but after several months of getting along, she Only then did I really understand what Mo Jinyao really looked like.

Obviously at the age of twenty-five, there is no arbitrariness at this age, but from the inside out exudes the majesty of the superiors and the free and easy life and death that have gone through the battlefield.

Yun Ziyue walked up to him, attached her little hand to his hand, and whispered softly,

"Mo Jinyao, you can be like a normal person in such days from now on, watching the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, watching the rising and falling clouds."

Mo Jinyao looked sideways at the girl standing side by side with him, his eyes were full of girls, and there was no room for anyone else.

Mo Jinyao held Yun Ziyue's little hand with his backhand, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Okay, let's watch it together."

A pair of Bi people, clasping their hands, are very beautiful.

But such a beautiful scene did not last long. There was a sound of horseshoes outside, followed by a rush of sprinting.

"My lord, butler Feng is here with someone, and he's at the mansion in the city at this time."

The two of them made a chuckle in their hearts and looked at each other, before they had time to explain anything, they turned on their horses, patted the horse's ass, and ran away.

Ye Po also looked solemn, but Steward Feng would never come here in person. At most, he would find someone to send a letter to tell the prince about the situation, but now he came here without saying hello. It must be something that happened in the capital, what happened. The incident that made Steward Feng unable to stay in the capital.

The two quickly arrived at the mansion in the city. The Feng steward group had been waiting there for a long time. When they saw the prince and a strange man coming in together, they hulled to the ground and did not dare to raise their heads.

Mo Jinyao felt even more uncomfortable, "Steward Feng, what happened?"

"The lord, the old slave is guilty, the old slave is sorry... the capital... the capital fell into the hands of the culprits, your majesty... your majesty is dead..."

Mo Jinyao's body, weakened by pain, was completely unsteady when he heard the news. Had Yun Ziyue not helped him from behind, this man who had fallen in front of him and his face remained unchanged would have been too early. Fell down.

Mo Jinyao choked for a long time before he came to a sentence.

"who is it?"

"It's Cheng Wang. He not only forced his Majesty to death, but also killed General Zhongwu and General Qin. The heads were hung on the towers of the capital city. Even our palace had been stolen, if it weren't for General Qin. Send someone to **** the old slaves and others out of the capital, this...ahhh..."

Steward Feng really couldn't talk anymore. His words all turned into groaning voices. The other servants also looked like dishes. The change was so sudden. In the last second, they were still working in the palace, the next second. Become a desperado.

Mo Jinyao tried his best to control his voice to look normal, and said, "Take them to rest."

After that, I took two steps.

But everyone felt the changes in Mo Jinyao. If the previous Mo Xiuyao was an unassuming person, then the current Mo Jinyao is a restrained and gleaming machine.

Steward Feng has seen Mo Jinyao in every period, naughty at the age of eleven or twelve, fierce at the age of thirteen or fourteen, but steady in his twenties.

But Steward Feng had never seen Mo Jinyao as he is now, and the mere fact of his back made people shudder.

It looked like a knife that had been sealed for a long time, finally being unsealed, and his sharp and **** blade began to be revealed.

The people around couldn't help but began to tremble, and they didn't dare to look at Mo Jinyao's back.