Back at the inn, Mo Beichen changed his clothes and lay down to sleep, and after a while, the sound of snoring sounded.

This snoring sound was not made by Mo Beichen. However, the snoring is in this room.

Mo Beichen shuddered, and his closed eyes opened, revealing a fierce light. Which bold thief dared to hide in the room and sleep.

Lighting the candlestick, Mo Beichen looked for prestige, and a person was lying on the beam. The third floor is the top floor of the inn, so the beams and pillars of this room are also thick, and a few people lying on it are fine.

Maybe that person's voice may not be felt by ordinary martial artists, but for Mo Beichen, who is sensitive to the extremely high level of ears and eyes, this voice has become a murder weapon to disturb his sleep.

Picking up a shoe on the ground, Mo Beichen waved his hand and threw it, with great strength. As soon as the shoe was struck, the person who was sleeping on the beam of the house fell down immediately. But the danger, fortunately, the man was able to do it, he just twisted his waist slightly, and stepped straight on the ground, his eyes were misty.

Mo Beichen fixed his eyes and saw it, wasn't this person the sloppy young man who asked him for a white chicken during the day?

Surprised for a moment, with a big question mark in his head, Mo Beichen said angrily: "What are you doing hiding in my room in the middle of the night?"

The young man rubbed his eyes, yawned and said, "I don't have money to stay, so I was chased and killed by that jade-faced stinky scholar outside, so I had to hide in you." Some time ago, you pursued me, and I thought about it, anyway, one person is over, and two are too. You are also considered to have good facial features and normal limbs, so I will live together with you for the rest of my life. ”

The corner of his mouth twitched, Mo Beichen picked it up with his foot, and another shoe on the ground flew forward, and the shoe hit the middle of the young man's face, and the young man who had not fully opened his eyes fell on his back.

Seeing that the attack was successful, Mo Beichen said coldly: "You and I don't know each other, where did you get any friendship." If you settle your own business, what's my business?"

The young man screamed in pain, touched his most injured nose and thought: this man said that he would change his face, and he was even worse tempered than the donkey he had raised before. Okay, all of a sudden, I hit someone. Am I just saying it too directly, after all, it takes courage to like others. He blamed me for not knowing him — and I still don't know his name.

Struggling to get up, the young man smiled and said, "Don't be angry. As the saying goes, there is a fate to meet thousands of miles, and a thousand miles of marriage are linked. My name is Hua Rong, you can call me Ah Hua or call me Ah Rong. ”

Continue to touch my nose, maybe you will call me "Xianggong" in the future. When he thought about it, he grinned: "What about you, what's your name?"

Looking at his smirk, Mo Beichen didn't know whether to be angry or laughing, this person was obviously a tendon, and his head was full of paste. The biggest problem in Mo Beichen's life is that he has the gas to get up. Once you can't sleep if you want to, your temper is so bad that you can't do it.

This problem also fell in the palace back then, when so many assassins always liked to assassinate him while he was sleeping, causing him to be seriously injured while not sleeping, so over the years, his body naturally rebelled, once his sleep was disturbed, his heart would always be angry.

Barely calming down, Mo Beichen snorted, "What am I calling to do the Qing Bird business, when did you break in?"

was scolded by Mo Beichen, Hua Rong replied aggrievedly: "An hour ago, I hid outside the inn to avoid that stinky scholar, who knew that I saw you flying away from this window with a 'whoosh', I guess this is your room, so I came in and hid." I wanted to lie on your bed and sleep, but I was afraid that you would think I was dirty, so I had to lie on the beam. I finally waited until you came back to sleep with confidence, and you threw your shoes over, and you were too rude. ”

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Mo Beichen's heart couldn't help but soften.

He is very sensitive to danger, and since Hua Rong was able to stay under his nose for a while without being noticed, not only because Hua Rong's martial arts were top-notch, but also because Hua Rong could not feel any malice on him.

Although his heart softened, Mo Beichen still asked viciously, "How do you know that person is me?" I was wearing a mask just now. ”

Hua Rong sniffed and said, "Because of the fragrance on your body." The handkerchief you gave me today tastes like this. ”

Mo Beichen frowned and muttered, "It's really wrong." ”

After this trouble, Mo Beichen's sleepiness was gone, he glared at Hua Rong, and was about to ask a few more questions, when suddenly, a faint smell of blood flashed in the tip of his nose, faintly appearing in the smell he was used to.

Sniffing it carefully, Mo Beichen picked up the candlestick and shone it on Hua Rong's body, only to see blood slowly oozing out of his torn clothes, as if it was because of the excessive movement that fell just now.

"You're hurt. Mo Beichen said suspiciously, "That jade-faced scholar is not your opponent no matter how you look at it, how can you be injured?"

Hua Rong lowered his head and glanced at the place where he was oozing blood, his expression darkened, and he said astringently: "He cheated and actually used a little beggar to threaten me." I was wounded, but the child had already been poisoned by him, and I didn't have long since I rescued him. ”

Seeing his injured and guilty appearance, Mo Beichen was helpless in his heart, and comforted him softly: "This person is insidious, it's none of your business." The next time you see him, don't let him go. ”

Hua Rong walked over slightly, hugged Mo Beichen, buried her head on his shoulder, and tears fell straight down: "It's all my fault." If I don't provoke him, I won't hurt others. ”

Looking at this fragile young man who was taller than himself, Mo Beichen put the candlestick on the table with one hand, patted Hua Rong's back with the other and said, "The world is impermanent. You didn't do anything wrong, it was the bad guys who did it wrong. You don't have to punish yourself for their mistakes. Hurry up and let go of your hand, I'll help you look at the wound. ”

The doctor's nature made Mo Beichen always pay attention to Hua Rong's wound, since Qi Shibao would be poisoned, it was very likely that this wound would be poisoned.

Hua Rong not only didn't let go, but hugged her tighter and tighter, sobbing and said, "Only you are good to me." You don't think I'm dirty, you don't think I'm stupid, only you don't dislike me. I'll be good to you, too, and good to you for the rest of my life. ”

"You, why did you think of this again? Mo Beichen couldn't help but feel angry again.

Breaking away from the distance between the two and squeezing Hua Rong on the chair, Mo Beichen squatted down and carefully examined his wound, and only after a moment did he groan: "Fortunately, your wound is not poisoned, wait for me to help you bandage it." However, your body is too dirty, wash it first, otherwise it is easy to get infected. I'll ask Xiao Er to bring some hot water and clothes, and you can sit quietly for a while, okay?"

Hua Rong looked at Mo Beichen's caring eyes, his dirty black face snorted, and nodded, looking as well-behaved as a big child.

Mo Beichen suddenly felt that he had another son, and sighed in his heart, this trouble was settled.

After thinking about it, he put on a robe and walked out of the door to find Xiao Er.

The inn downstairs has always been an all-day service. Mo Beichen just gave an order, and Xiao Er immediately sent a few buckets of hot water, a set of clothes, and gauze medicinal wine.

After Xiao Er put down his things and left, Mo Beichen pointed to the back of the screen at a half meter low in the corner of the house, and said, "You go and wash your body first." Be careful not to get water on the wound. The hot water here is enough to wash you three times. ”

Hua Rong smiled embarrassedly: "You haven't told me yet, what's your name?"

Looking at Hua Rong's dark and sincere eyes, Mo Beichen thought of him who was arrogant and sarcastic about the jade-faced scholar in the inn during the day, and thought of him who had just cried for the little beggar, and said slowly: "My name is Ning Chen." Tranquility, the stars of Chen. ”

Ning Chen, Ning Chen. This should be Mo Beichen's new name.

I'm afraid that the three words "Mo Beichen" will be difficult to say casually in the future.