Bastard, what do you do? ”

Beitang Long Ting's face was blue and purple, and his voice was like a bell, and he flew down from the courtyard wall in the blink of an eye.

He came violently, glaring at Jun Mo Ran with fierce eyes, and roared angrily: "What's the matter with Niu Niu's gesture? ”

"Old man, don't make a big fuss."

Feng Wuwu tugged on the sleeve of Beitang Longting and said softly.

"You don't care."

Beitang Long Ting's mind was full of pictures of Jun Moran's violence against Feng Wuwu, his eyes were red, and he was distressed.

He grabbed Jun Mo's collar and said in a fierce voice, "Why are you so kind to Niuniu?" If you are dissatisfied with anything, come to the king. ”

Jun Moran only felt a sudden pain in his brain, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Beitang Long Ting saw that he was silent, a handful of snot and tears, and said: "Mo Ran, although you are always jealous, and even compete with this king, the old man, but this king is still very satisfied with you." But since Niuniu lost some of her memories, how many bastards have you done? ”

"Old man, it's the master's fault, don't blame him." Feng Wuwu muttered quietly.

She always felt that she was at fault, but Beitang Longting didn't think so.

He flicked Feng Wuwu's hand away, and said word by word with Jun Moran: "When you were angry with Niuniu, did you think about her situation? Marry far away from the east, send people under the fence. In terms of financial resources, she is far less rich than you. In terms of force, she is not your opponent at all. Can she not be afraid of you? Moreover, she is pregnant with Rokka, and she is bound to become more sensitive. If she's rude and unreasonable, can't you change the way to be tactful? ”

"It's the king's fault."

"Naturally, it's your fault, is it difficult or Niuniu's fault? Even if she is at fault, you can choose to tell the king and let him teach her a lesson. She is the heart of this king, how can you beat and scold her casually? ”

The more Beitang Long Ting spoke, the more excited he became, and he even thought about bringing Feng Wuwu back to Beili and flying away.

Feng Wuwu became more and more embarrassed, and she persuaded Beitang Longting repeatedly, "Old man, he didn't bully the master. It's not good for the master, and it makes him make a fool of himself in front of people. ”

"Where did the bruises on your hands come from?"

"It's fine. It doesn't hurt. Feng Wuwu subconsciously hid his hands behind him.

"Go back to Beili with my father!"

Beitang Long Ting snorted coldly, he didn't want to see Feng Wuwu hurt by a single star again.

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed Feng Wuwu's arm straightforwardly and dragged her in the direction of the entrance of the Regent's Mansion.

Unexpectedly, he just used a little effort, and a large bruise appeared on Feng Wuwu's arm.

Seeing this, Beitang Long Ting let go of his hand again and again.

"Old man, you're fine. This is probably the so-called 'fine skin and tender meat', which can't stand touching and really doesn't hurt. ”

"That's right."

Beitang Long Ting realized that he might have blamed Jun Mo Ran, and his face was obviously a little unbearable.

He coughed lightly twice and quietly changed the subject, "Why do you smell of alcohol?" Niuniu, don't you know that you can't drink alcohol during your pregnancy? ”

"Xu is Huo Qi was too excited, and accidentally spilled the wine on the master."

"In that case, let's go back to the house and rest."

Beitang Longting originally wanted to take advantage of Feng's absence to apologize to Jun Moran for his recklessness.

After all, his own daughter likes it, and he must not let Feng Wuwu feel embarrassed.

Feng Wuwu looked at Jun Moran and whispered, "Master plans to go back to the medical hall for a few days, is it okay?" ”

"You're not going to accompany Qingluan?"

"It's fine."

Feng Wuwu heard Jun Moran's intention to stay, bowed slightly, turned around and walked towards the side courtyard.

Jun Mo looked at Feng Wuwu's beautiful shadow, and suddenly felt very relieved.

At first, he was indeed unwilling.

unwilling to be forgotten by her in the corners of the past.

Now, his heart is full of joy.

It was precisely because of Feng Wuwu's sudden amnesia that he knew that he was just as important in her heart.

Jun Mo Dye originally planned to follow her, following her inch by inch.

Beitang Long Ting suddenly spoke and stopped him, "Slow." ”

Hearing the sound, Jun Moran's footsteps paused slightly.

He didn't feel angry because of the scolding of Beitang Longting slashing his head and covering his face.

On the contrary, he felt that it was good for Beitang Longting to protect Feng Wuwu like this.

"Mozen, this king has heard about the events of these two days. Many of the practices of worry-free are indeed inadequate. Beitang Long Ting said in a deep voice.

"She's fine."

Jun Mo dye faintly replied.

Beitang Long Ting saw that there was no one around, and said softly: "What's the matter with Yuqingchen?" Don't blame the king for being too much. If you can't do it wholeheartedly, don't delay Niuniu. ”

Jun Moran looked dazed, "Who is Yu Qingchen?" ”

"You really don't know? This king received information that it was you who were having an ambiguous relationship with the drunken Liu Xuan Oiran lady. ”

"I don't know."

Jun Mo Dye is adamant.

Yesterday, he did go to Drunken Liuxuan.

However, he didn't notice the warbler Yanyan in the drunken willow xuan at all.

Beitang Long Ting saw that Jun Mo Ran did not show half distraction, but only said that it was hearsay, and did not delve into the matter, but only mentioned it lightly, "The origin of Yu Qingchen is not simple. ”

"Kill it."

Jun Moran said disapprerovingly: "Why should you take unimportant people to heart? ”

Beitang Long Ting twitched the corners of his mouth wildly, he was not a careless person for human life.

At the moment, it is still unknown whether Yu Qingchen is an enemy or a friend, and if he is killed hastily, it is indeed against morality.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand again and again, "That's it." Don't meddle in this matter, this king will take care of it. ”

Jun Moran responded absentmindedly, his mind was full of how to save Feng Wuwu, and he didn't have the leisure to think about these trivial matters at all.

(End of chapter)