"Where I am, it's you." Murong Ziling scratched Wen Yu's nose dotingly.

"It's okay, by the way, Yu'er, you just said to change your identity?" Gu Ziyu stepped forward and grabbed Wen Yu's other arm and asked.

"yes! Isn't he seriously injured now? If it doesn't work, he will directly issue an announcement, saying that he was seriously injured in the mission, and after the treatment of the imperial doctors, the result was too strong, and he was still unable to return to the sky and died in his post. It's not okay to give him a new identity and let him enter the palace, but this still requires his cooperation. Wen Yu sat on a soft chair, and Murong Ziling put a soft cushion behind him before he felt that it was okay.

"Then let's do it!" Murong Ziling squatted on the ground and touched Wen Yu's stomach and said directly.

"Well, okay, then let's go and discuss it with Feng Lan first." After finishing speaking, he walked out, Hu Jin'er still wanted to rely on it, but he was also dragged away by Murong Ziyou.

Wen Yu looked at Hu Jin'er's aggrieved expression, but the corners of her mouth drew an arc, Hu Jin'er always felt uncomfortable when she looked at Wen Yu, but she didn't have time to think about it, so she was dragged out of the door.

"Ling, who do you think the emperor will look like when he is born?" Wen Yu used his hand to hook a lock of Murong Ziling's hair and fiddle with it.

"I hope I can be more like the rain, because my rain is so warm as water, and I will be a very obedient child by our side in the future." Murong Ziling held Wen Yu's face and imprinted his red lips on his forehead.

"Yu'er, I want to ......" Murong Ziling's red lips rubbed against Wen Yu's neck.

"Spirit, my current body cannot." Wen Yu pushed away Murong Ziling on his body in a panic, and his strength was still very strong, Murong Ziling was pushed to the side a little, and let out an exclamation.

A few people who had not gone far hurriedly rushed back, and directly pushed the door open, and saw Murong Ziling lying on the ground, bleeding from her head, and Wen Yu, who was squatting beside her and looking panicked.

"Ling'er ......"

"Zi'er ......"

"Little Nuo ......" several people looked at the scene in front of them, and they all shouted the name of the most important person in their hearts.

"Ling'er, are you okay?" Then he yelled outside the door, "Call the Imperial Doctor, all of them, the Phoenix Lord is injured." ”

"You'er, don't make a fuss, it's okay, it's just a broken skin." Murong Ziling held his bleeding forehead and waved his hand at Murong Ziyou.

"Xiaoyu, what's going on?" Gu Ziyu picked up Wen Yu, whose eyes were already misty, and asked softly.

"It's none of his business." As soon as Wen Yu wanted to speak, Murong Ziling's voice had already come out.

"Little Nuno, you have some silver here without three hundred taels." Hu Jin'er said while bandaging Murong Ziling.

As soon as Hu Jin'er said this, the tears on Wen Yu's side began to fall, and Murong Ziling hurriedly walked to Wen Yu's side and hugged Wen Yu into his arms, "It's okay, Yu'er, it's really fine, okay if you don't cry?" Murong Ziling put his arms around Wen Yu with one hand and wiped his tears with the other.

"Spirit, it's all my fault, it's all me." Wen Yu leaned into Murong Ziling's arms and sobbed.

Hu Jin'er looked at Wen Yu in Murong Ziling's arms, his eyes were about to breathe fire, Wen Yu raised his head and glanced at Encouragement, although tears still flashed in his eyes, but the slight curl at the corner of his mouth did not escape Hu Jin'er's eyes, "Could this be his means of competing for favor, won't it!" Xiao Nuno loves him the most, he doesn't have to! So what is he? ”