He waved his sword and blocked all the silver needles. Only a small tinkling sound was heard, and the silver needles fell to the ground one after another. He turned around and stabbed with his sword. He also bent his elbows, only to see a sudden explosion at the elbow.

He pulled out a sharp knife and slashed it along Feng Qinghua's face.

Feng Qinghua bent back and kicked him right on the arm. Unexpectedly, this was not his ultimate goal. He retracted his arm and turned around, and a triangular bone nail flew out from the sole of his foot.

When the bone nail was only an inch away from her eyebrows, she turned her head and dodged it, "What a despicable method, shameless."

While she was still standing, Mo Wenyuan feinted with his sword and struck her acupuncture points like electricity. Feng Qinghua glared at him, "Mo Wenyuan, you will regret it."

Mo Wenyuan sneered, "Tie her up and we'll retreat."

After he sheathed his sword, he turned and left. Two of his men came up and tied Feng Qinghua's hands, and put her into a carriage outside the door.

Feng Qinghua was a little surprised that Mo Wenyuan was able to drive a carriage in and out of the palace in a swagger, and Yang Changshi was nowhere to be seen at this time. It seemed that Mo Wenyuan came well prepared this time and had a very careful plan.

In the Yangxin Hall of the palace, Yuan Mohan had slept for an unknown amount of time. Shuofeng was afraid of disturbing him, so he followed Feng Qinghua's instructions until early the next morning before gently opening the door. He asked someone to prepare porridge.

There were also light side dishes. He carried the food box to the bed, carefully stood not far away, and glanced at the person on the bed.

Yuan Mohan's face looked much better, but he hadn't woken up yet. The thin light shone on his face, his eyes were still closed, and his eyes were still green and black.

"Master, Master, are you feeling better?"

There was no movement from Yuan Mohan. Shuo Feng was a little panicked and his voice was trembling, "Master, don't scare me, I'm very timid."

He took a step forward, came to the bedside, put the food box on the table, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and poked under his nose. Before he could find out what was going on, Yuan Mohan suddenly opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes and suddenly sat up.

He seemed to have had a strange dream just now. There was a layer of sweat on his face. His eyes were panicked and confused, and his expression was anxious. He glanced at the room and did not find Feng Qinghua. His pupils shrank together as if they were about to burn.

He grabbed Shuo Feng and said, "Shuo Feng, where is Madam, where is she?"

Shuo Feng was so frightened by his unexpected corpse-like movements that he turned pale and almost wet his pants. The arm he grabbed didn't dare to move. Qiqi Ai Ai said: "Master, don't do this. Madam, she is fine.

, nothing happened at all, but your body is too weak, sir, and you need to rest more."

"Madam said that you should not use bewitching techniques in the future. It will cause too much damage to your body and you will suffer backlash one day."

Yuan Mohan couldn't hear what he said, so he suddenly stood up and pushed him aside forcefully, "You are talking nonsense. It is not your turn to take care of my affairs. Where is my wife, I want to see her."

Shuo Feng chased him behind, "Sir, my wife told me to change your dressing on time and get more rest. I have prepared breakfast for you. You haven't eaten for a day and a night."

As soon as Yuan Mohan walked to the door, he felt top-heavy. He subconsciously went to hold the door frame, but he accidentally missed it and fell to the ground. There was a burst of stars in front of his eyes.

Shuo Feng immediately caught up with him, "Sir, what's wrong with you? You must be exhausted because you haven't eaten. My subordinates have prepared a rich breakfast for you. How about you go after your breakfast?"

"Madam, there is nothing wrong with her. You are not in a hurry to see her."

Yuan Mohan thought of the scene in his dream. Feng Qinghua and Zhan Beixiao were walking in front. They were walking hand in hand and they were not walking fast, but he just couldn't catch up with them. His legs were as heavy as lead and his throat couldn't shout.

Make a sound.

"Feng Qinghua, wait a minute, listen to me, no one loves you more than me. Zhan Beixiao is focused on his world dominance and doesn't care about your life or death. Only I put you first.

Bit, I don't want anything for you, just listen to me."

He was roaring in his heart, and sparks seemed to burst out of his eyes, but no sound came out.

Ignoring Shuo Feng's obstruction, he got up and was about to rush out, but he felt a pain in his chest and vomited out a mouthful of blood. He held on to the door frame and felt desperate, "Feng Qinghua, don't leave, don't leave me."

In addition to the sinister look in his eyes, there was also heartbreak and pain, and he looked like he was in pain.

Shuofeng stepped forward and helped him up, "Sir, if Madam sees you like this, she will feel distressed. You'd better go to the Bamboo Garden later. Why don't I ask Ruifeng to go find out what she is doing in the Bamboo Garden, so that you can rest assured?"

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Yuan Mohan nodded. He also knew that his body was not as good as before. Ever since Mo Wenyuan was poisoned by sand thorns, his body had become more and more depleted. He was more knowledgeable than Feng Qinghua about using his body to nourish poison.

Be aware of its dangers.

But in the end, he couldn't stand the temptation of increasing his skill and chose this path. If he had known that he would meet Feng Qinghua, he would never have done this. Only now did he realize that being with the one he loved in his heart was far better than these flashy and powerful people.

more meaningful.

When Shuo Feng saw that he had agreed to his promise, a look of joy appeared on his face, "Master, come and sit down, and I will get you some water to purify your face."

Yuan Mohan felt that there was still severe pain in his chest and waved his hand, "You don't have to serve me anymore. I will do it myself. You can go to the Zhuyuan to see if Madam is okay."

Shuo Feng didn't dare to disobey him and pointed at the food box, "Sir, you must remember to have breakfast. I'll be back as soon as I go."

Yuan Mohan sat down and began to adjust his breath. About half an hour later, he felt that the energy in his body began to gradually warm up, and the pain in his chest gradually eased a little.

After he felt better inside, he smelled the sweetness of the porridge, and immediately felt a growl in his stomach. He eagerly opened the food box and saw several rolls, a bowl of porridge, and a plate of stir-fried rice.

Green vegetables and a plate of bacon.

He ate them all at once like a storm, and then he felt that the power returned to his body.

At this time, Ruifeng came in from the outside and said, "Sir, it's time to change your dressing. Do you want me to change it for you, or should I ask my wife to come over and change it for you?"

Yuan Mohan stood up and touched the injury on his shoulder with his hand. The pain in his body had long surpassed this pain. He waved his hand, "No, hasn't Shuofeng come back yet? Come on, come with me.

Bamboo Garden.”

Yuan Mohan changed his clothes and straightened his jade crown in front of the mirror. Seeing that he was not as embarrassed as before, with eyes like stars and eyebrows like swords, he curled up the corner of his mouth and said, "Ruifeng, look at me, this young master is better than that."
Chapter completed!