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Han Moyu looked through the window and saw that his stunning face had become as white as paper, sweat soaked his hair, wet hair and clothes stuck to her body, skin looming, she was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, trembling slightly.

That situation made Han Moyu feel extremely heartbroken, and he didn't know where he got the courage, and was about to push the door and break in, but he was suddenly stopped and hugged by a person from behind. She turned around and met the man's gentle face.

"Brother Yu!" she whispered with surprise in her eyes, and only one thought flashed in her heart, Murong Huang was saved.

"Shhhh......h "Brother, hurry up and save Murong Huang, he is about to be beaten to death by his mother!" Han Moyu exclaimed anxiously.

"Are you so nervous about him?" Han Changyu smiled disdainfully, with a haughty expression: "It's just a lowly slave who died in the country, is it worth asking me to come to the rescue?"

Hearing this, Han Moyu was filled with anger, "Okay, don't bother you, I'll save it myself!"

I saw Han Changyu say arrogantly: "Hmph, it's up to you to save him, it is estimated that if you go in, you will only be destroyed...... Haha, you actually have such compassion for such an inferior slave? Moyu, you are really kind, and your compassion will flood at every turn...... I don't think you and I were born to the same mother......" Han Changyu smiled.

"Let go of ......" Han Moyu was about to shout, but Han Changyu reached out and covered his mouth. "Don't be so loud, do you want to be discovered?"

Han Moyu was a little annoyed. She knew that Han Changyu should want to save people, but she probably didn't want her mother to lose face, and she was still waiting for an opportunity. However, Murong Huang couldn't wait. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, and she bit Han Changyu's arm fiercely. Han Changyu was in pain and let go of his hand, but saw Han Moyu rushing in with an arrow step.

"It's going to be fun. Han Changyu raised his eyebrows, and a nonchalant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Mother, please don't beat him again! He's already fainted!" Han Moyu rushed over and knelt in front of his mother, shielding Murong Huang with his body. Murong Huang saw Han Moyu's thin figure a moment before he fell unconscious, and he showed a miserable smile and wanted to reach out and grab her. biqugecom/32/32359/

Mrs. Han snatched the whip from the maid's hand, and slapped Han Moyu on the head and in the face I don't know how many times; Han Moyu was in pain, gritted her teeth and didn't say a word, and she didn't dodge; when Mrs. Han stopped to breathe, she still begged for mercy for Murong Huang: "Mother, please! Let Murong Huang go! He's just a child!"

Mrs. Han angrily shouted at the maidservants, "Are you all dead?!Why are you standing there stupidly?!Why don't you drag this rebel out of me!"

All the maids and maids trembled, rushed forward together, and held down Han Moyu with all hands and feet, and were about to tie her up, but when they saw Han Changyu slowly walk in, the maidservants exclaimed together: "Young Master!"

Mrs. Han looked back, but saw Han Changyu standing behind her with a light smile on his face, so she was stunned. She didn't expect Han Changyu to come. "Yu'er, why did you get here?" she looked panicked, with a smile on her face, and reached out to take Han Changyu's hand. She turned sideways to block Han Changyu's sight, she knew Han Changyu's heart very well, and didn't want Han Changyu to see this: "Yu'er, you hurry up and go back to the house, it's cold here." As a mother, I just want to teach a disobedient slave a little lesson, Yu'er, you ......"

"Mother, if you do this, won't you go to hell after you die?" Han Changyu asked with a smile, raised his hand and pulled out the whip in Mrs. Han's hand, played with it carefully, and gently patted it in his hand.

"At this time, do you still want to play the role of a good wife and mother in front of me? Hehe. However, in the final analysis, no matter how fierce you are to anyone, you are still impeccable good to my son......" Han Changyu said with a slight smile.

Mrs. Han's body trembled, and she smiled with a pale face, "Actually, that's not the case...... Yu'er, listen to your mother...... This slave is too disobedient, my mother just wants to teach a little lesson, so as not to lose the face of our cold mansion......"

"Really? Ignoring Mrs. Han's obstruction, Han Changyu leaned down, picked up the unconscious Murong Huang and turned around, and said to Mrs. Han with a sideways face: "I think, let's forget about today's matter, Mother." Anyway, you've already taught this slave a lesson, so why don't you leave the rest to me, what do you think?"

Mrs. Han was stunned for a moment, and before she could stop her, Han Changyu couldn't help but walk out of the door with Murong Huang in her arms.

Han Moyu hurriedly followed Han Changyu out of the door, and when he turned his head, he saw his mother's eyes with tears in his eyes. She trembled in her heart and gently pulled the sleeve of Han Changyu's coat.

"What's wrong?" Han Changyu asked, looking back, still with the same smile on his face.

Han Moyu turned his head to look at his mother, and then at Han Changyu, but he didn't say anything after all.

Han Changyu followed Han Moyu's gaze and saw that crystal tears were sliding down Mrs. Han's cheeks. He was stunned for a moment, stood for a moment, and finally didn't say anything, and walked away unhurriedly with Murong Huang in his arms. Han Moyu followed him and entered Qingfeng Residence.

After entering the Qingfeng Residence, Han Changyu walked quickly. Seeing this, the servants all threw down their work and followed closely, not daring to speak, just waiting for Han Changyu's orders.

After Han Changyu carried Murong Huang into Qingfeng Ju's room, he coldly shook off a sentence: "Take care of him, don't let him die." Then he turned and walked out of the room. Han Moyu hesitated for a moment, and finally was still not at ease, and followed Han Changyu out.

The night is already deep. Bright moonlight sprinkled the ground like water. The trees by the still water lake swayed in the wind, dragging long dappled shadows. Kancho stopped at the shore of the lake in Seifuju. Han Moyu stood far behind him, not daring to step forward.

The breeze ringed in their ears and kissed them tenderly on the cheeks. It's quiet. For a long time, neither of them said a word.

"I hate being born here, you know?" Han Changyu said suddenly, Han Moyu could only see his back, but saw his shoulders trembling gently in the breeze. Han Moyu was shocked in his heart. She never thought that the eldest son of Hanfu, who was so well-dressed and embraced, would say such a thing. How would he feel if he knew his true background?