I don't know why, the intuition of being in the rivers and lakes for decades makes Jin Pingyi feel that something is wrong, but do so many people need to be afraid of Wei Junmo alone? Having Nangong Mo's help before, it was just using the terrain to deal with them, and at this time, Nangong Mo's unconsciousness is equivalent to a drag, is it possible that they are still afraid of him?

Above! Jin Pingyi said in a deep voice.

Wei Junmo sneered, and as soon as he raised his hand, the sword qi of the Qingying Sword was horizontal, and the two men in front were struck by the two sword qi and fell down on the spot.

Sword aura exposed? How can it be?! Jin Pingyi shouted loudly, how old is Wei Junmo? Even those who claim to be geniuses on the rivers and lakes, they have never seen two people who can do this for so many years. And those who can do this are all those who are already old and should return to the land. Wei Junmo's purple eyes were cold, blooming with a strange brilliance under the already somewhat dim starlight, can you, don't you just know if you try?

Before the words fell, Jin Pingyi saw a dark shadow rushing towards him, and before he got close, he could already feel the fierce sword qi in it, and hurriedly shouted: Stop him! Immediately, everyone in the Seven Star Chain Pavilion rushed forward, wanting to stop Wei Junmo. Wei Junmo didn't care that he couldn't kill Jin Pingyi for a while, but he waved the long sword in his hand mercilessly, and everywhere the sword qi went, there were stumps and broken arms, and blood was splashed everywhere. But the person wielding the sword seemed to be the most ruthless killing machine, and there was not the slightest emotion on his handsome face, and the purple eyes of the people in front of him seemed to be condensed with a thousand years of cold ice. Even, his shots, every move seems to have been calculated most closely, and a human life was taken in the simplest and fastest way. It is no wonder that Zixiao Hall has been able to become the most famous killer organization in the rivers and lakes in just a few years, and the person in front of him is clearly an emotionless murderer.

Thinking of this, Jin Pingyi's heart couldn't help but tremble. looked at Nangong Mo, who was sitting in a coma not far away, and said in a deep voice: Kill Nangong Mo first!

When the two men in black heard this, they immediately gave up the siege, Wei Junmo turned around and pounced in the direction of Nangong Mo. Wei Junmo's eyes in the crowd were slightly sunken, and the Qingying Sword in his hand was drawn flatly, and a clear sword qi passed over everyone and went straight towards the two black-clothed people, only to hear two screams, and the two people who were still in mid-air suddenly exploded, and they were actually cut in half by the sword qi.

At this moment, all the people couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, and they turned their goals to Wei Junmo again. If they hadn't killed this man, none of them would have thought of leaving alive tonight. But no one chooses to sneak attack the sleeping Nangong Mo anymore, besieging Wei Junmo may not necessarily die, but the fate of the sneak attack on Nangong Mo has been clearly placed in front of them.

Seeing that the people he brought fell one by one under Wei Junmo's sword, Jin Pingyi's face became even more gloomy. And Wei Junmo, although he also suffered some injuries, he didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, and even the expression on his face didn't change in the slightest. Jin Pingyi gritted his teeth, pulled out the Hongming knife and pounced. Jin Pingyi's martial arts are first-class in the rivers and lakes, and with his joining, Wei Junmo seems to have been suppressed a lot. But Wei Junmo didn't seem to be in a hurry, and he still swung out one sword after another unhurriedly, but each sword still accurately took the target's life. No matter who you are, there will always be some ups and downs when you are in a difficult battle, such as anxiety, anger, frustration, and so on. But Wei Junmo calmly made Jin Pingyi feel frightened, not to mention that at Wei Junmo's age, even the current Jin Pingyi couldn't help but get upset, what kind of monster is this?

The stars in the sky faded away, and the eastern sky revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly. The originally gloomy mountain forest gradually brightened, and the thick smell of blood mixed with the water vapor after the rain filled the air. Heavy wheezing mixed with a wail of fear echoed in the mountains and forests, Jin Pingyi's body was already scarred, the peerless famous sword Hongming Dao was discarded in the dirt on the side, one hand was cut off by Qi Qi, and he was in a mess and no longer had the majesty of the Seven Star Serial Pavilion Lord of the past.

Not far away, there were a few black-clothed people who had narrowly escaped, but unfortunately they were all seriously injured, and it was a luxury to even move them, otherwise they would have escaped from this terrifying hell at all costs.

The only person still standing, dressed in green clothes, was already stained with blood. The bloodstains in the first half of the night had already been washed away by the heavy rain. The woman sitting in the shade of the tree, except for the wound on her shoulder, was clean and clean, like a quiet sleeping carefree girl. And the blood stains on his body were naturally re-stained after the rain stopped. Looking down at the bloodstains on the mountain, a trace of disgust flashed in Wei Junmo's eyes.

Single-handedly solving dozens of masters of the Seven Star Chain Pavilion, Wei Junmo did not pay a price. His arms, chest, and back were all slightly or severely wounded, but at this time mixed with the blood stains all over his body, it was difficult to tell which was the blood of the enemy and which was his own. However, he was still standing after all.

Zixiao Gongzi... What a hidden Zixiao boy... Jin muttered with a smile. He thought that he did not underestimate Wei Junmo and Nangong Mo, but the facts proved that he still underestimated his opponent and underestimated Wei Junmo. Just Wei Junmo alone solved most of his masters of the Seven-Star Serial Pavilion. Wei Junmo walked up with his sword in his hand, and walked all the way, and the blood fell down the blade of the sword to the ground at his feet. looked at Jin Pingyi condescendingly, his eyes were cold and ruthless, now, do you know I'm not joking?

Jin Pingyi smiled bitterly and glanced at the Qingying Sword Dao in his hand: This seat knows that there is no way out, and he will not work hard for Zixiao Gongzi.

Wei Junmo didn't speak, just stared at him coldly.

Jin Pingyi raised his hand and slapped it on the top of his head with a palm.

But when the palm was about to fall, he suddenly slapped his backhand at Wei Junmo. He was already seriously injured, so naturally he didn't think that this palm would be able to sneak attack. So two sleeve arrows shot out of his sleeve and went straight to Wei Junmo's door. Wei Junmo dodged sideways, and Jin Pingyi had already taken the opportunity to jump away and pounce in the direction of Nangong Mo. A trace of killing intent flashed in Wei Junmo's eyes, and the long sword in his hand took off his hand and threw it in the direction of Jin Pingyi. Originally, Jin Pingyi seized the opportunity, even if she couldn't catch Nangong Mo, it was enough to seriously injure her, but Jin Pingyi himself was also seriously injured, which affected his speed, and the sword thrown by Wei Junmo was actually two points faster than him. Before he touched Nangong Mo, he only felt a chill in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw that the tip of the sword flashing with a green and cold glow passed straight through his chest from behind him.

Jin Pingyi made an uncontrollable gurgling sound in his throat, and a wisp of blood overflowed from his lips. He opened his mouth with difficulty but couldn't say anything, so he had to stare at Nangong Mo, who was only a few steps away from him, and finally closed his eyes unwillingly. Wei Junmo strolled over, raised his hand and pulled out the Qingying Sword on Jin Pingyi's body, glanced at a few black-clothed people on the ground who were still gasping for breath, and swung his sword in the frightened eyes of everyone, and the calm of the mountains and forests was restored.

When Nangong Mo woke up, she couldn't help but raise her hand to block her eyes, and the bright sunlight pierced her eyes a little uncomfortable. After a moment's effort, he lowered his hand and looked around vigilantly. Instead of the dark and damp mountain forest of last night, she was greeted by a green meadow, and when she looked up, there was a cliff, and she was sitting under a rocky rock at the bottom of the cliff. Not far from the side, there was Wei Junmo, who was mottled in blood.

Wei Junmo? Nangong Mo stepped forward, but saw that he had several serious injuries on his body, and the whole clothes looked more like they had been fished out of blood. They don't know how long they've been asleep, and their clothes are dry. The clothes on her body were only a little wrinkled because of the rain, but the clothes on Wei Junmo's body had become dark brown and hard because of the blood.

Thinking of the situation before he fell asleep, Nangong Mo's face changed, and he took his hand to check his pulse, and then his face became even more difficult to look at.

Wei Junmo's injuries were only skin injuries, and there were no internal injuries that were strict. But his pulse was strange that Nangong Mo had never seen before, and his internal force was many times deeper than the situation that Nangong Mo had detected several times before, but according to Uncle Shi, no matter what kind of genius he was cultivating his internal strength, it was absolutely impossible to compare with his predecessors who had cultivated for decades. Because this is not a problem that can be completely solved by diligence and talent, the meridians of the whole body must be tempered and tempered thousands of times before they can withstand such a huge internal force. So, on the other hand, the so-called empowerment ** in those small talk books is also unreliable, if one person's internal force is forcibly instilled into another person, it is better to say less, and if there is more, the meridians of the whole body will burst and die. But Wei Junmo's situation at this time was obviously an internal force that was several times his age in his body. Therefore, Wei Junmo did not faint because of his injury, but because the internal force in his body was out of control. If it can't be solved, the martial arts will be completely lost, and the meridians will burst, and the whole body will bleed to death.

At that moment, Nangong Mo didn't dare to think about it, helped Wei Junmo to sit up, took out the silver needle he was carrying, found the acupuncture point, and stabbed it quickly.

Although Nangong Mo's master is unreliable, his medical skills are absolutely reliable, otherwise he would not be able to teach a generation of famous doctors like Xian Ge. The old man's medical skills are all-encompassing, but Nangong Mo doesn't have as much patience as Xiange, and she doesn't have that much time, so the best thing she learns is acupuncture. The old man's acupuncture method is called Qiankun Pudu acupuncture, which is said to be the same as the previous Chaotai Hospital, which does not pass on the golden needle and is called the double acupuncture. It's a pity that after the Northern Yuan invaded the Central Plains, the imperial doctor who inherited the golden needle and the doom acupuncture method was martyred, and since then only the old man's Qiankun Pudu acupuncture method has been left in the world. The reason why Nangong Mo chose this is because of its strong practicability, and the effect is even more remarkable if the person who applies the needle has deep internal strength. And this set of acupuncture methods was even more touched and bypassed in Nangong Mo's hands, and it was carried forward, killing people and saving people at will.

Twisting the silver needle, carefully combing the chaotic internal force over and over again along the direction of the internal force's circulation. Nangong Mo couldn't help but have fine beads of sweat on her forehead, this was not very easy for her, originally Wei Junmo's internal strength was about two percent higher than her, and it was not difficult to sort it out. But now the internal force in Wei Junmo's body is like the difference between the sea and the stream compared to her, if you accidentally eat back the internal force, you can't save people, and maybe you have to pay for yourself.

This process lasted for two hours, during which Wei Junmo showed no signs of waking up. Pulling out the last silver needle, Nangong Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Standing up and looking at the well-bandaged wound on his shoulder, Nangong Mo suddenly understood why Wei Junmo had clicked on her acupoint. happened to be injured in the right shoulder, and in the situation at that time, if the killer caught up, she would definitely have to raise her sword to defend against the enemy, but I was afraid that even if they managed to get out at that time, her arm would be half useless, if not completely useless.

Looking at the man leaning against the stone with a pale face and a calm face, Nangong Mo suddenly felt a little more soft and warm in his heart.

Looking around, Nangong Mo couldn't be sure what place they were for a while. But it could be seen that it should not be close to the place where they had last stopped last night. Even the trees on the hill above are not of the same species as the ones I saw last night. Looking ahead, there was only a green meadow, stacked with the mountains at the end of the meadow. Fortunately, there is a stream not far away that has been quietly left to the east, and it is straightforward to say that you can always get out if you follow the stream. But the most important thing now is to let Wei Junmo wake up.

Using the only remaining poison on his body to spread a circle around Wei Junmo, Nangong Mo got up and went to the stream to wash it, and then walked forward to see if he could pick some herbs that could be used.

Half an hour later, Nangong Mo came back with some herbs and prey, fortunately it was summer, the vegetation was flourishing, and there were a lot of prey. After walking not too far, I picked up a lot of herbs to treat external injuries and hunted a hare. When I came back, I found that Wei Junmo had woken up, and he was sitting silently against the stone, not knowing what he was thinking. When he saw Nangong Mo come back, his purple eyes lit up with a hint of bright brilliance, and he looked fixedly at the woman who was walking towards him. Nangong Mo first got rid of the poison around him, and then put down the things in his hand and asked, "Are you awake?" But what's uncomfortable?

Wei Junmo looked at the things she put on the ground, looked up at her again and shook his head, and did not speak.

Nangong Mo frowned, a little worried in his heart. Could it be that he was stupid by the internal force of the rampage? Uncle Shi does seem to have said that there is such a situation, but... If Wei Shizi is really stupid... Thinking of such a situation, Nangong Mo wanted to cry, what did she want to compensate Princess Changping and His Royal Highness King Yan?

What was Flawless thinking? Just as she was wandering outside the world, Wei Junmo finally opened her mouth and asked softly.

Nangong Mo blinked, it turned out that she was thinking too much?

It's nothing? What was Jun Mo thinking just now? was stunned, causing her to think that the improper application of needles had made the prince of Jingjiang County stupid.

Wei Jun looked at her fixedly, and said after a while: It's nothing.

Nangong Mo pouted, since he didn't want to say it, she didn't ask.

Helped Wei Junmo to the creek, unceremoniously put his shirt, cleaned the wounds and medicinal herbs, and then bandaged the medicine. Occasionally raising his head and seeing a touch of crimson on someone's pale handsome face, Nangong Mo couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: Aren't you shy?

What's going on? She is not shy in a girl's family, can a big man be so embarrassed? Isn't it just to take off your clothes and take medicine? Seeing that someone didn't speak with a handsome face, Nangong Mo didn't care, picked up the blood stains and slowly washed them on the side of the stream, taking advantage of the hot weather now, and left them to dry in the sun for a while.

Wei Junmo sat silently roasting a hare by the fire, while looking at the girl squatting by the stream to wash clothes. His stiff face softened a little, and his ears, which were hidden under his hair, were dyed a little red.

When Nangong Mo finished washing his clothes and dried them, and when he came back, the rabbit meat on the fire had already begun to overflow with a strong fragrance. Sitting down with Wei Junmo a little tired, Nangong Mo had the time to ask about last night's incident, what happened last night? Wei Junmo said lightly: It's nothing, a few people caught up and were killed by me. After that, I accidentally fell off a cliff.

Nangong Mo was silent, and when she was just taking the medicine, she also saw that Wei Junmo not only had sword scars on his back, but also abrasions. But she herself didn't have any scars, presumably when she came down from above, Wei Junmo protected her but hurt herself. As for the few people who were said lightly by Jun Mo, she didn't believe it. If there were really only a few people, Jin Yongyi's people should have caught up with them for so long.

What's going on with your internal forces? Nangong Mo asked.

Wei Junmo glanced up at her, hesitated for a moment before saying: It's nothing, I got it by practicing the wrong martial arts in my early years. It'll be fine after a while.

What about the aftermath? Suddenly having such a huge internal force, it is impossible to have no price at all, right?

Wei Junmo said: There will be a period of time when all the strength will be lost, but it will slowly recover.

Nangong Mo was silent, no wonder the senior brother said that if he didn't treat it well, he wouldn't live to be fifty years old. I'm afraid that it is not only because of the problem of being injured in the competition with Gong Yuchen at the beginning, so that the internal force is several times longer for a while, and the internal force is completely lost for a while, how can the meridians of the person be able to withstand it after repeating it back and forth several times? Don't say it's fifty years old, I'm afraid that forty years old is a bit hanging.

Seeing that she was silent, Wei Junmo raised his hand to touch her hair, and said softly: Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Nangong Mo smiled lightly and said, "Well, I know you'll be fine." However, next time you encounter such a thing, you can click on my hole again, and don't blame me for being unkind to you.

Wei Junmo just looked at her calmly and didn't speak, but Nangong Mo knew that he would still do it next time he encountered such a situation, so he wouldn't give her a promise. Nangong Mo suddenly felt a sour nose and scolded: You Wei Gongzi is a hero, you are not afraid that I will be unconscious and accidentally killed.

I'm not going to die, I'm not going to let you get hurt. I'm not going to die. Wei Junmo said calmly.

Nangong Mo suddenly felt that his teeth were a little itchy, and leaned over to bite his neck, but he didn't bite down ruthlessly after all, leaving only a shallow tooth mark. Looking up at his deep gaze, he said, "Wei Junmo, you are too good to me."

Isn't it good? Wei Junmo frowned and asked.

Nangong Mo shook his head and said a little sullenly: You have to be so good to me all the time, if you change in the future, I will kill you!

Good. Wei Junmo raised his hand and took her into his arms and said in a low voice.

I'm not good to you at all, why are you still being so nice to me? She really can't be called good to Wei Junmo, and Miss Nangong doesn't understand, her temper is really not bad, but it seems that most of her temper has been sent to Wei Junmo. They... Obviously not familiar.

Wei Junmo looked down at the black hair on the top of her head, and said lightly: You are very good. No one in this world will go to the battlefield for me except you, no one will stand side by side with me to defend against the enemy, and no one will not leave me when I am injured, collect medicine, heal my wounds, and do laundry... A qiē is even better than his dreams when he was a teenager.

When he opened his eyes and saw her coming far away with the medicine he had just picked, Wei Junmo had never been so grateful to God for giving him the most beautiful gift in this life.

Sometimes, the heart is just for the sake of a moment of beauty. A clean and pleasant smile, a dull and quiet look back, perhaps, just because you came to me at that time.

After a short rest, the two walked downstream in the direction of the stream. Although they were injured, both of them were martial arts practitioners, and they didn't delay anything along the way. The silence in the mountains and forests was only the occasional chirping of birds, which made Nangong Mo can't help but think of his days in Danyang in the past few years. After walking along the stream for nearly two hours, it was already dusk before I finally saw the village again.

Standing by the stream, Nangong Mo was stunned, although the distance was a little far, Nangong Mo could still see that it was the village where they stayed last night. There are still two horses tied under the big tree at the entrance of the village, but after last night's incident, the two horses were untouchably tied under the tree, and Nangong Mo had an ominous premonition in his heart.

was about to step forward, but was pulled by the person behind him. Nangong Mo turned his head and looked at Wei Junmo with some doubts, Wei Junmo shook his head and said in a deep voice: Don't go, you're all dead.

Nangong Mo's heart was shocked, and only then did he understand what Wei Junmo said again. Last night, the old woman was clearly poisoned by Jin Pingyi. And the old woman is only afraid that it will be the life of the whole village, but I think of the ruthlessness of the Seven Star Serial Pavilion, do these people still have a way to live? After settling down, Nangong Mo said firmly: I want to go and see.

Wei Junmo was silent for a moment, but still nodded.

As soon as I got close to the entrance of the village, I smelled a strong smell of blood. The corpse of the man in black who died last night was still lying on the ground unheeded. The village itself is located in the middle of nowhere, and there are few people from other villages who usually come in, but now that so many people have died, no one goes out and no one comes in, so naturally no one knows about this. Nangong Mo saw at a glance that the old woman who poisoned them last night was sitting against the wall and was no longer breathing. The wall behind her was stained with blood, apparently caused by someone pushing her head against the wall.

Walking inside, the ancestral hall in the village was full of men, women and children who had already died of anger. Nangong Mo could see at a glance that these people had all been poisoned to death, no wonder they didn't smell any blood when they entered the village. In fact, I also want to know that if Jin Pingyi killed them, he would naturally not let go of these people in order to prevent the news from leaking. Therefore, from the very beginning, Jin Pingyi directly killed people, but threatened the old woman with a bunch of dead people to poison them. I think I am afraid that using my own people will arouse their suspicions.

Nangong Mo only felt that a depression was blocked in his heart, and he couldn't vent it no matter what. These people... They all died because of her. If she hadn't killed Kim Wuhe... If... No, everyone like Jin Wuhe is punished by everyone. If she had killed Jin Pingyi earlier... These innocent people would not have such a flying disaster.

Jin Pingyi!

Wei Junmo raised his hand and hugged her into his arms, reaching out to cover her eyes and prevent her from looking at the corpse in that place again. said in a low voice: Jin Pingyi is dead, flawless, it's not your fault......

Nangong Mo raised his hand and pulled down his hand, and said in a deep voice: No, this is my fault. If it weren't for me...... I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me. If Jin Pingyi was in front of her at this time, she had no doubt that she would be able to directly use a knife to kill Ling Chi. However, these lost lives can never be returned.

Who? Come out! Wei Junmo's face sank, and he said sharply.

Subordinate Liu, I've seen the son! A man in gray appeared outside the door, respectfully speaking. Behind the man stood seven or eight men in the same clothes.

Wei Junmo said in a deep voice: Why did you come now? He had already given the signal last night. Even if it's a little farther away, it's long overdue.

Liu said respectfully: Hui Gongzi, he was intercepted by the people in the Water Pavilion halfway through, and the time was delayed. When the subordinates arrived, Childe and Miss were gone, and the others had already scattered to look for Childe, and the subordinates stayed nearby to wait for news... Wei Junmo nodded, lowered his eyes and asked, "Gong Yuchen is also nearby?"

Liu shook his head and said: Something seems to have happened to the Water Pavilion, and Gong Yuchen has already gone back. The Water Pavilion Pavilion Master has rarely walked on the rivers and lakes, and it is already unexpected that he has appeared for so long this time.

Wei Junmo said in a deep voice: All the people in the Water Pavilion have been killed. Other than that... Let people clean up this place and bury it well.

Yes, Childe. Ryu replied respectfully.

The rest of the matter doesn't need Nangong Mo and others to intervene, but the lightness and happiness along the way have disappeared. Nangong Mo and Wei Junmo waited until the dead in the village were buried before setting off back to Jinling. Mr. Kim's body was also carried down from the mountain two days later. Wei Junmo just glanced coldly at the order, sent Jin Pingyi's head to the Water Pavilion to Gong Yuchen, and ignored it anymore.

When the two returned to Jinling, it was the first day of August, and there was still more than a month before the wedding.

Stepping into the lobby of the Duke of Chu, it was rare for everyone from the Duke of Chu to gather in it. Nangong Huai was seriously injured and has not yet healed, but he can already get out of bed and walk, but His Majesty sympathized with his injury, and specially approved two months to recuperate at home without having to go to court.

Before I entered the door, I heard Zheng's pretentious voice coming from the hall, the eldest lady can be regarded as back, but is she injured? These days, my lord and I are worried.

Nangong Mo was in a bad mood, and glanced at Zheng lightly and said: Mrs. Lao Wan is concerned.

Zheng didn't seem to hear her coldness, and said with a smile: It is right to care about the eldest lady, and Wei Shizi personally sent the eldest lady back, which is really enviable.

Wei Junmo's face was still pale, and when his internal strength was completely lost, his feet looked a little weak compared to usual, and he looked really seriously injured. Nangong Huai frowned and said, "The prince has not recovered from his serious injury, why don't you go back to Beijing to recuperate earlier?" But what happened along the way? Nangong Huai naturally knew when the two of them set off, and it took so long to arrive in Jinling, so I don't know where they were delayed.

Wei Junmo said: Thank you Guogong for your concern, I encountered some things on the road, but fortunately, it was okay.

Nangong Huai's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but not ask what happened. Since neither of them took the initiative to say it, it must not be a good thing to say. Nangong Xu looked at Nangong Mo, and saw that her complexion was as usual, and there was nothing bad about it, so her expression eased a little.

Nangong Mo turned his head to Wei Junmo and said: You go back to the house first, don't let the princess worry.

Wei Junmo also nodded, and said to Nangong Huai: Guogong, I will leave first.

Nangong Huai also knew that Wei Junmo had not returned to the house and sent Nangong Mo back directly, but he was also satisfied and did not dare to stay for a long time, so Nangong Xu personally sent Wei Junmo back to the house.

In the hall, Nangong Mo drank tea calmly, his eyes faintly turned around in the crowd present, looked at Nangong Huai, who was obviously in a trance, and asked: Father, is there anything else to say?

Nangong Huai came back to his senses at this time, coughed lightly and said: It's nothing, you just came back and went to rest first, and if there is anything to talk about tomorrow.

Next to her, Nangong Shu pursed her lips and said coquettishly: Father, this is a good thing, why don't you tell your sister. Sister, His Majesty has made a decree to summon her sister to the palace for an audience. Who knows, my sister and Wei Shizi forgot the time when they were playing outside and never came back, which made His Majesty and Daddy very anxious.

No wonder, as soon as she entered the door, Nangong Shu looked at her with envy, jealousy and hatred.

Nangong Mo put down the teacup and said: I know, father, did your majesty say when you will meet you?

Nangong Huai waved his hand and said: Don't worry, you just came back and had a good rest for a few days. There will be a palace banquet in the palace on August 15, and you should have entered the palace originally. For the father, he turned back and gave His Majesty a fold, and when the time came, he could enter the palace to meet His Majesty. Nangong Mo nodded, there was still half a month to go, so he was naturally not in a hurry.

Nangong Huaidao: But the wedding date is at the beginning of next month, so you should prepare at home this month. And Wei Shizi's side...... Nangong Huai hesitated for a moment and asked, "Does it matter if he's injured?" He was so seriously injured and now that he is much better, Wei Junmo's face looks even more ugly than him, how much is this injury? Don't affect the next month's wedding.

Nangong Modao: Father, don't worry, it's just that on the way back, I met a few people who don't have long eyes, and the injuries are a little more serious.

Hearing this, Nangong Huai's face also sank, and he said angrily: People are getting bolder and bolder now! You have a good rest, and we will talk about it tomorrow.

Nangong Mo nodded, got up and said: Flawless retirement.

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(づ ̄3 ̄)づ I couldn't update yesterday, please forgive me~ Anyway, although Chanhong went astray, it's still scary. I remember when I first arrived in Zhejiang, I read a novel about this town, which mentioned that the Taihu Lake burst its embankment and washed away the whole town. So even if I forgot the novel later, I didn't forget every year that I cared about the water level of Taihu Lake during the typhoon season in summer... I've been thinking about that feeling again for the past two days. Fortunately, although the wind was quite strong, it didn't rain too much. Momda.

PS: Routine ticket request. Monthly passes, evaluation votes and head-of-house activity tickets, all kinds of requests. Please look at my sincere big eyes, don't you still give a ticket?