The next day, the sky was bright

Feng Wuwu lay down in a daze, she pouted and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Master has shouted countless times in pain, but I haven't seen you take care of him." The wound on the neck is not painful at all, but it has been medicated dozens of times! ”

Jun Mo smiled: "I always say no, but my body is very honest." ”

"Shut up! Can't you let the master? If you make your master look like this, can't you be gentle with you? ”

"Still want?"

Jun Mo Dye was dressed neatly at this time.

Even after a sleepless night, his spirit was still not affected in the slightest.

Looking at Feng Wuwu who is paralyzed on the couch like a salted fish, the huge gap in physical strength between the two can be seen.

"Ask for a fart!"

Feng Wuwu was extremely tired, and said in an unkind tone: "Master suspects, you are abusing Master." ”

"Next time, this king must remember to restrain himself."

Jun Moran couldn't understand why Feng Wuwu's physical strength was so poor, but he still patiently wiped her body clean.

Knock Knock Knock –

When he personally changed into clean clothes for her, outside the Yilan Palace, there was a sudden sound of a quick knock on the door.

"Enter."

As soon as Jun Moran's words fell, Si Ming and Tie Shou hurriedly entered the inner room.

"King Qiyu, the fine work lurking in the Beili Palace has been captured. It's just that before we tortured him to extract a confession, he had already committed suicide by biting his tongue. Si Ming said respectfully.

Jun Moran was in a good mood, and he was engrossed in holding his hair for Feng Wuwu, and responded absentmindedly, "It's okay." ”

He worked wholeheartedly for nearly half an hour, and finally put the phoenix's waterfall-like ink hair on the top of his hair, and pulled a lively and innocent double bun.

Feng Wuwu put his hands on his cheeks, looked at himself in the bronze mirror in a daze, and was depressed, "Regent, don't you think that these two lumps on your head are very discordant?" ”

"I don't think so. It always feels familiar, especially intimate. ”

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, and there was a trace of helplessness in his voice, "Can it be kind?" The little good boy in the hands of Guanyin? ”

"No wonder."

Jun Mo stained his lips and smiled, and his black and gold eyes were full of pampering.

"No! If you go out like this, you will definitely be laughed out of your big teeth. ”

Feng Wuwu shook his head again and again, hurriedly removed his hair bun, and neatly tied up his black hair.

Jun Moran was not convinced, and secretly thought in his heart, another day, he would take Si Ming and Tie Shou to practice his hands, and he would ensure that Feng Wuwu was happy and convinced.

Sneeze –

Iron Hand seemed to sense Jun Moran's thoughts, and sneezed coldly.

He blew his nose, and when he saw that Jun Mo Ran was finally free, he spoke: "The wedding ceremony of Ao Che and Jimo Zhikite will be held in Ao Che's mansion in a few hours, do you need to prepare a jade chariot to facilitate the ceremony?" ”

Hearing this, Feng Wuwu sighed: "It stands to reason that Ao Che should be not lightly injured, and even Mo Zhiyuan's face will not be better if it is not ten days and a half months." Rao is like this, this wedding ceremony is still going on? ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered something important.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she asked Tie Shou anxiously, "Where is the old man in Beitang?" ”

Tie Shou scratched his head and replied, "King Beili stayed outside the Yilan Hall all night, and after learning that the king was in good health, he went back to the dormitory to rest for a while. At this time, he should have already left the palace gate and went straight to Ao Che's mansion to preside over the marriage of Ao Che and Jimo Zhiyuan. ”

"What do you say! The old man of the North Hall also went? ”

Feng Wuwu panicked.

She knew very well that the reason why Ao Che was willing to cooperate with Beitang Liyin was not just because she was disgusted.

His purpose was to seek to usurp the throne.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuwu grabbed Jun Mo's arm tightly and ran quickly towards the outside of the Yilan Palace.

The cheap father she finally recognized with great difficulty will never allow Ao Che and the people of Beitang Liyin to wantonly hurt and bully him.