The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

"Sister?" Mo Jinyao touched his chin, his eyes filled with doubts.

"Ah, reward for you." Yun Ziyue didn't dare to look at Mo Jinyao's eyes and made a random sentence.

This was completely a subconscious reaction of her, so she wouldn't even think of explaining it.

reward?

Mo Jinyao's eyes lit up and he suddenly took two steps back.

I saw him pick up the clothes on the bedside and put them on slowly. Although the straps of the clothes were not fastened, Mo Jinyao was very satisfied. After completing this series of actions, he walked two more steps to Yun Ziyue. , Said expectantly, "Sister, reward."

"..." Seeing the gradual pride in his eyes and the naked eyes of begging for a kiss, the corner of Yun Ziyue's mouth twitched, she really didn't know what to say.

It took a long time for Mo Jinyao to finally stop. Just after eating, Mo Jinyao's medicinal strength came up, and he covered his head in a dizzy voice, and said dullly, "Sister, head. It hurts, can you help Ayao rub it."

"Okay, help you rub it." Yun Ziyue gently placed her hand on his temple, rubbing it slowly, very tenderly.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect. Mo Jinyao felt that his head no longer hurts, but he was still swollen. He was so dizzy for a long time. During the period, Yun Ziyue half helped him back to the bed and still rubbed him. With his head, Mo Jinyao fell asleep in a daze, but his brows were frowning so badly, no matter how Yun Ziyue stroked him, he would still be uneven.

She knew that when she woke up this time, the real Mo Jinyao should be back, and no matter what he wanted to do, she would stay with him.

This night, the mansion was surprisingly quiet, and it seemed that even the wind knew what was going to happen and didn't dare to blow it.

The light is always on in the housekeeper's room.

There is a bodhisattva in the room. In front of the bodhisattva is the unburned incense, and the steward Feng knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, praying devoutly.

"Bodhisattva, I beg you, bless our princes and Ji people have their own heavenly appearances, hurry up and wake up, please, the prince's life is hard enough, you can't treat the prince like this."

Steward Feng has been in the palace for most of his life. He is not a superstitious person, but now what else can he do besides praying? In normal times, the prince is their pillar and the patron saint of this country, but if something happens to the prince, who will protect the prince?

Steward Feng didn't know that the prince was awake, nor did he know that the prince had become a child-like person, let alone that the prince was about to restore those memories that had been deliberately blocked.

But Ye Po knew, so that night, Ye Po watched the door of Mo Jinyao's room conscientiously, without closing his eyes overnight.

The same is true for Yun Ziyue in the room. Mo Jinyao not only frowned, but was also sweating all the time. He seemed to be caught out of the water. His clothes were soaked, but he didn't want to wake up at all. Yun Ziyue wiped his forehead with warm water, fearing that he would never close his eyes when he woke up.

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 without knowing it.

And Mo Jinyao on the bed slowly opened his eyes, there is no childish ignorance in his eyes, some are just the aura of being a living person not to enter 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. Thinking of what happened in the past few days, his eyes softened a little, slowed down and walked over, staring at Yun Ziyue. Looked at her face for a long time...

When Yun Ziyue woke up, he found that he was on the big bed, but the person who was supposed to be in the bed disappeared. The only little sleepiness she was scared of disappeared completely. She got off the bed and looked around. I didn't see anyone, so I quickly put on my shoes and pushed the door out.

Then Yun Ziyue saw such a scene. Under the peach tree in the yard, a man in purple clothes was sitting alone. On the small stone platform in front of him was a blood-red sword. The man stared at the sword, I don’t know. What are you thinking about.

Yun Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief. The man didn't do anything stupid, and walked towards him slowly, but Mo Jinyao never raised his eyes to look at her, but just kept staring at the sword.

"Mo Jinyao?" Yun Ziyue screamed tentatively, and the man slowly raised his head.

Yun Ziyue was taken aback. At this moment, Mo Jinyao's eyes had turned into a red emerald-like color, strange and squiggly, but always with a sense of sadness.

"Mo Jinyao, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you afraid?" Mo Jinyao smiled, but his smile was a little lonely.

Yun Ziyue shook his head, approached him, and said, "Mo Jinyao, Yun Ziyue loves you, no matter what you become, I love you, so no matter what happens in the future, we will carry it together. OK?"

Yun Ziyue patted him on the head lightly, as if comforting a child, but that is the case, in Mo Jinyao's opinion, it is the most beautiful love word in the world.

Mo Jinyao's eyelashes trembled, his hands were wrapped around Yun Ziyue's waist, and the entire head was resting on her. From that moment on, Yun Ziyue gradually understood that even though it is as powerful as Mo Jinyao, there are times when it is vulnerable. , He also needs to find someone to rely on, and Yun Ziyue is willing to be that person.

"Thank you, my princess." Mo Jinyao's voice is very simple but with full seriousness.

The wind blew through the peach trees, and the peach blossoms fell, witnessing this moment together.

But beauty is always as short as an epiphany. The naval forces in Nanling are confronting the naval forces in the south of the Yangtze River. The two armies have been fighting endlessly for almost a day and a night, but no one thought of retreating. Whoever retreats will lose. Up...

In Nanling's camp, Yang Xiyu was desperate, Li Yang was seriously injured and died nine deaths. Although he was rescued, he was almost no different from a dead person. It was impossible for him to go to the front to lead the war.

After many discussions in Nanling, it was finally decided to send Yang Xiyu to fight against the navy in Jiangnan, but Yang Xiyu may be born with unlucky physique. If he did not come to train these soldiers in Yunziyue to attack the navy in Jiangnan, he might be able to Defeated the Jiangnan navy, but now, although the Jiangnan navy has not undergone real combat training, the super-intensive training these days is not white training, and what Yun Ziyue asked Luo coach to do is not. They can match.

"Shizi...our people are still in a stalemate with the navy in the south of the Yangtze River." A soldier came to report with a panic.

Yang Xiyu smashed the teacup in his hand and made a snapping sound. Everyone was terrified. They wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak.

Yang Xiyu said with a gloomy expression.