Mo Yunchuan was stunned for a moment, and only Xiao Xing's sentence "The slave knows that you like Mo Gongzi" in his mind.

Zuo Yueqiu likes him......

That's why she's so good to herself.

That's why she blocked that whip for herself.

Suddenly, Mo Yunchuan suddenly understood something.

The closed door was opened.

Xiao Xing looked at Mo Yunchuan, who had been standing outside the door for an unknown amount of time, and saluted him.

"Young Master Mo."

After coming back to his senses, Mo Yunchuan asked in hindsight:

She ...... How's it going? ”

Apricot Chin:

"The slave has already drugged the young lady, and the master said that the young lady may need to recuperate for some time."

Sweeping his gaze into the room, Mo Yunchuan then asked:

"Can I go in and see her?"

Taking the initiative to walk out of the room, Xiao Xing said:

"Naturally."

Si Nan heard Mo Yunchuan's voice outside the door, and shouted with his head exposed:

"Brother Yunchuan?"

Walking into the room, Mo Yunchuan replied softly:

"I'm here."

When he came to the bedside, he found a stool and sat down, and his eyes stopped on Si Nan's back:

"Does it still hurt?"

The corners of Si Nan's eyes were crooked, and he smiled cutely:

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Mo Yunchuan looked at her, his eyes did not know emotion.

The room was quiet for a while, and Si Nan spoke:

"Brother, has your fever subsided? And those whip wounds that Uncle Mo beat you, did you take the medicine? ”

"Retreat, on, I'm fine."

A short answer, with no ups and downs in tone.

In fact, the whip wounds on Mo Yunchuan's body were not serious, although the whips Mo Qiuze had beaten him before looked terrifying, they were not light or heavy.

The heaviest whip, that is, the one he hit in a hurry, was also blocked by Si Nan.

As for the high fever, it had already been subsided by the medicine that Si Nan fed him.

Si Nan lay on the pillow and supported his little face, feeling a little depressed.

Sure enough, whether it is Chi Yu or Mo Yunchuan, their temperaments are the same.

There are so few words.

"Hungry?" Mo Yunchuan asked.

Leaning closer to him, Si Nan nodded.

Raising his hand and touching the little furry head, Mo Yunchuan said again:

"I'll go get you something to eat."

……

"Mo Qiuze, you are angry, why are you sprinkling your anger on a child? What's more, he's still a kid you brought back from the battlefield, and you can go and see for yourself how the people in your house treat him. ”

Zuo Yuanchuan frowned, and his words were full of displeasure.

He didn't have to worry about Mo Yunchuan's affairs, but in the end, his daughter liked him.

Mo Qiuze stood in front of him, his face unchanged:

"What does my son's business have to do with you? Prime Minister Zuo's hand was inevitably stretched too long. ”

"He has nothing to do with me, but today my Yue'er is injured because of you and because of him, and I, as his father, are naturally in charge."

As soon as he heard Zuo Yuanchuan mention Zuo Yueqiu, Mo Qiuze didn't know which string was suddenly broken, and his eyes were a little more angry;

"Your Yue'er? Zuo Yuanchuan, you and I both know that Zuo Yueqiu is not your biological daughter at all! After all, how can a woman marry into the house and give birth to a child in August? Besides, your wedding night, as the groom, you spent it in my bed! ”

"You!" Zuo Yuanchuan was so angry by these words that he moved his mouth, but he thought of something, so he had to shake his sleeve robe heavily:

"Today is your birthday, and I don't want to quarrel with you."

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Zuo Yuanchuan turned around and wanted to leave, but Mo Qiuze pulled him back and pressed him behind the rockery.

"Every time you get angry with me, you will just throw your hands and leave, and then do something to anger me quietly."

Mo Qiuze is much taller than Zuo Yuanchuan, and he is a general, and his strength is much greater than him.

Zuo Yuanchuan struggled for a moment, but this person didn't move at all.

He looked a little flustered, but he didn't dare to say too much:.

"Mo Qiuze! The guests in the house haven't left yet, aren't you afraid of being seen?! ”