In the early morning, Ye Feng stopped taking out the small green bottle, and he didn't expect that this red bead pill could have such an effect of reviving the dead.

"Give me ......" Mo Yan got up.

There were no marks of bandaging on his back.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing ......," Ye Feng paused.

She walked straight over and threw it at him.

"Are your injuries alright? Do I need to be bandaged? Ye Feng stopped and said.

A wind swept by, and a curtain moved.

"......" Mo Yan paused, and then he felt a tearing feeling in his back.

Ye Feng stopped wondering for a while, turned around and went to the back room to see if there were any white cloths, medicinal wine, gold sore medicine or something.

Ye Feng stopped wrapping bags of bottles and cans, as well as gauze, etc., and came to the bedside.

Before she could sit down, Mo Yan continued to speak: "Your boots ......"

"What's wrong?" She paused, crouched on her upper body and propped herself up in mid-air, before she could sit down.

"Forget it!" Mo Yan was silent.

"Give it to me! I'll do it myself......" He was ready to take it and put it next to his pillow.

"No, you're deeply wounded, and you're ...... You can't reach it yourself. Ye Fengzhu retorted.

"You take off your boots first, stay out of the way!" Mo Yan's words are very gentle.

Ye Feng stopped listening to his order and put it down obediently.

I don't know why I told her to take off her boots, she silently sat in the wind at the door, hugging her knees.

Dressed in red like a lotus, her face is still reflected.

He actually dressed his wound himself, presumably because he was afraid of whether men and women would kiss or not!

Later, he called the servant to clean up the blood stains in the house.

She watched as a high-flying pigeon flew out of the pavilion and sent a message to the people at the foot of the mountain.

In a few moments, at noon, a large group of servants came and entered the attic, taking brooms and mops, and carefully sparing no corner.

Ye Feng was stunned and surprised, it turned out that this Moyan boy actually had a habit of cleanliness.

Therefore, those boots seemed to him to be stained with fine dust, and he could not take a step.

If you don't let her bandage his wounds, won't you dislike her again? Really......

Ye Feng sighed secretly, and Mo Yan saw her sighing, so he struggled out of bed.

Moving his footsteps, he walked towards her.

She didn't care that he was in pain and had to walk with him.

One person kept his mouth shut and ignored it, pouting as if he was sulking.

"Why are you sitting here, be careful to blow cold!"

"What about you...... Isn't it also an injury, so stay on the couch and rest! Ye Fengzhu retorted.

"I washed the black silk hibiscus coat last night, so I think it should have been dry for a while!"

"I'm not good at sewing, so I didn't ...... for you"

"Why do you do my laundry?" Mo Yan asked, the white middle coat lined his tall and burly figure, with that beautiful face, she couldn't move her eyes.

Her heart beat a few times, and she squeezed her fingers under the red veil to prevent them from noticing, and replied, "It stinks, and I can't sleep, so I washed it late last night."

"I see......"

"Go get it for me!"

This man is really good at commanding people, and he has been treating her as a maid since last night.

For a while, she couldn't react, and wondered if she was going to ask her to do it herself......

"Okay, good, good ......," Ye Feng said impatiently.

is really a rich young master with a golden spoon, and the identity of Mo Gongzi is really noble!

I just don't want anyone other than you to touch my stuff, he looked back and stared at her with some anger.

Mo Yan put on the black silk hibiscus robe with his own hands, and there was a gap in the back, but he didn't pay attention to it.

The disc-sized mouth is uninhibited and blooms like a lotus flower, which is unparalleled in his ink-faced son and uninhibited demeanor.

"I'll sew it for you! Some other day...... Or call it the little guy in your house. Ye Feng stopped and followed him, not knowing where he was going in a hurry.

Mo Yan couldn't help but snort, Ye Feng stopped thinking, why did she laugh, where did she say something wrong? So she was stunned, and continued to follow in his footsteps, he was a head taller than her, and soon, she couldn't keep up.

"How long will you continue to follow me like this?" Mo Yan actually spoke.

It turned out that he hated letting her follow, and he knew that she wouldn't follow, and he was used to being ordered and ordered, and unconsciously, he was willing to become his maid.

"Good!" Ye Feng stopped, "I'm just worried about you." "E-book shop

"......" Mo Yan paused, "Worried, why?" I'm a stranger who has nothing to do with you, so what's there to worry about? ”

His peach petal eyes, affectionate, and vivid, tell of the ruthlessness of a stranger.

"Are you ......" Ye Feng was so angry that he couldn't speak.

She didn't know why she was following him, so in a fit of rage, she ran away.

"The swordsmen of Wuzhuang are all wolf-hearted guys! If you don't appreciate it, forget it. Ye Feng stopped scolding.

After all, he didn't know that she was Ye Fengzhu. It turned out that he had saved her life, and naturally she wanted to reciprocate, not wanting to be charged with ingratitude.

Besides, they are all from Wuzhuang without exception, what happened to him, isn't it her who is to blame for this mistake? The group of people in Wuzhuang have always been too talkative and will not be able to rest.

When they returned to Wuzhuang together, she must explain the cause and effect, because she wanted to save him and take care of him, she was trapped on the mountain, and she didn't come down for a long time, otherwise, it would be a dereliction of duty for the red-clothed Youling herself.

She didn't want to end up ignoring the rules and arrogant, in the eyes of others.

Considering the details, she was not afraid of trouble and turned back to warn the little maid, and she must tell Mo Yan and ask him to write a note and submit it to the deputy owner of He, explaining the reason and process for her leaving her post without being in Wuzhuang.

Mo Yan used a few sticks to dig out the wooden box hidden in the back mountain, and there was a brand-new black silk hibiscus coat inside.

Completely ignoring the scar on his back, he went down the mountain to Mofu.

"Uncle, uncle......" Before he saw him, he saw the little milk bag jump out and hug Mo Ruyu.

The little milk bag was short, and it couldn't reach his shoulders at all.

"Have you seen Sister Fairy?" The little milk bag asked.

"It's the red-clothed Youling, I haven't seen her for a long time since I've been in Wufu for the past few days."

"......" Mo Yan suddenly flashed Ye Feng's face in his mind.

"I'll take you to her in a moment."

"The hook is hanging for a hundred years." The little milk bag pouted and stretched out her pink little finger and said.

Mo Yan stretched out as if he was flickering, but on the surface he pretended to be serious, this little child has always been troublesome.

The little milk bag was held firmly and did not let go, and the little mouth pouted tighter.

“…… Anything else? Mo Yan said.

"Do you dislike the little milk bag, annoy the little milk bag, I'll leave!" Seeing the impatience in his eyes, the little milk bag turned around and was about to leave.

"No, the little milk bag is the most well-behaved, it's just my uncle...... Distraught about something else. ”

"That's good." The little milk bag loosened her brows and smiled, releasing innocence and innocence, splendid and cute.

"I'm so lonely alone, uncle, you're not at home, Jiannan's father doesn't accompany me, my mother is not around, and Brother Wu still has official business." "So I slipped out alone......"

"Did you explain to Wu Wuqing? Next time, you won't be allowed to go out like this without permission......" Mo Yan said with concern, holding back the momentary pain of leaning down, and touching her little head.

"......No," sighed the little milk bag, "I told him, he wouldn't let me out." ”

Mo Yan pinched her soft little face, finally got up, and said, "In the future, my uncle will accompany you more."

The little milk bag loosened her fingers, and Mo Yan left, leaving only the burly back of the extremely cold black silk hibiscus robe.

Xiao Niangbao reluctantly looked at her uncle's tall back, how she wished that someone would accompany her, but this person did not.

Only the warmth and comfort of the moment when the wide palms touched, adults are the ones who don't count their words, and they are the ones who are most likely to deceive others and hurt their hearts. How could she possibly believe her Uncle Moyan's nonsense again?

Stepping out of the ink mansion, he walked towards the market with a small sword.

The market was bustling, but she was lonely. The more prosperous the scene, the more vicissitudes of life will be.

A little boy Tilt Hao Lan happened to meet here, accompanied by domestic servants all the way.

happened to meet the desolate eyes of the little milk bag, and wondered how could such a little child give birth to such an artistic conception?

Xiao Niangbao noticed that someone was watching her, and immediately raised her head, only to see that it was a handsome little boy, not much older than her.

I thought to myself, it's nice to have someone to accompany you.

They crossed arms, and the small sword looked very delicate and dexterous, and the moment Yu Haolan turned around and glanced at it.

A little bit of appearance, it was a little similar to the bastard big brother, the little milk bag pouted again, and the cunning and scoundrel face flashed in his mind.

"Sister Red, Sister Fairy......" The little milk bag cried, and tears were already silently running down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Ye Feng stopped and paused, and looked, isn't this a little milk bag?

She saw the little milk bag running towards her with a small sword, and her eyes broke into unrealistic enthusiasm and emotion, for the first time in her life, there was a person who needed her so much......

"Last time, you were okay! No...... Scared by me, right? ”

"Sister refers to the time when I was about to fall into the water?" The little milk bag asked, still holding the small sword, sweat sticking to his hands.

"No, it's not ......" Xiao Milk Bao felt very powerful, so he was stunned.

Ye Fengzhu felt as if she had cried, her eyes were red, and the hand seemed to be tense, making the sword sticky with sweat.

"Didn't you come out alone! What about you, adults? Ye Feng stopped thinking about it, she must be the daughter of a certain swordsman in Wuzhuang, and she slipped out privately due to anger.

"Uh-huh." The little milk bag nodded obediently and answered.

"Alright then!" Ye Feng had no choice but to take her and make plans after a while.

The little milk bag was obediently held by the hand of the sister in red, held tightly, and the wet little hand, through a cool breeze, was extremely warm.