Divine Arithmetic Medical Center.

At the end of the hour, Mo Zichen turned over and dismounted, and arrived as promised.

He squinted slightly, yawned wide, and stepped into the lobby of the hospital hall with a sleepy face.

In the lobby, Feng Wuwu was engrossed in pounding the "treasure" that the medical curator had obtained.

Seeing Jimo Zichen rushing over, she quietly put down the hem of her clothes that was high to her waist.

"Where did you learn your healing skills? Amazing! Jimo Zichen was in high spirits and smiling all over his face, "I drank a pair of medicines last night, and my symptoms have been greatly relieved." ”

Feng Wuwu replied, "Master's medical skills are unparalleled in the world. ”

"What, in a bad mood?"

Ji Mo Zichen approached her, and when he saw that she was not interested, he asked with concern.

Feng Wuwu didn't say much, and motioned for Mo Zichen to lie flat on the emergency bamboo couch in the medical hall, concentrating on the needle.

"If anyone dares to bully you, tell the king."

“………”

Seeing that Feng Wuwu did not answer, Mo Zichen was anxious, so he reached out and grabbed Feng Wuwu's wrist, and said with a smile, "You have cured the hidden disease of this king, and you are the life-saving benefactor of this king." If anyone dares to attack you, this king will tear his face apart without thinking and take your breath for you. ”

"Shhhh

Feng Wuwu snorted in pain, only to feel a bruise on his wrist.

Ji Mo Zichen thought that he had injured her, so he quickly let go of his hand and said continuously, "This king didn't ...... hard."

"No problem."

Feng Wuwu swept the bruises on his wrists and didn't take them to heart.

Ji Mo Zichen peeked at Feng Wuwu, who had an indifferent expression, and his heart became more and more itchy.

He thought about Feng Wuwu's lively nature, his mouth crackled without stopping for a moment, if he hadn't been bullied miserably, he would never be so sullen.

It's a pity that he can't protect himself at the moment, and if he wants to be angry for her, he has to turn to Jun Mo Ran.

Ji Mo Zichen thought so, and after the needle was applied, he hurriedly rode the sweaty and bloody BMW and went straight to the regent palace.

At that time, Jun Mo Dye had just returned home.

As soon as he stepped into the Ink Dyeing Pavilion with his front foot, Mo Zichen's back foot followed.

"Ah Ran, 100,000 urgent!"

"What?"

"Feng Wuwu was bullied." That is, Mo Zichen said breathlessly.

When Jun Mo Ran heard this, his black and golden eyes suddenly showed anger, "Who bullied him?" ”

"He didn't say it."

Ji Mo Zichen calmed down a little, and then added, "Early this morning, I'll go to him for a needle." But when I saw him jumping around on weekdays, he looked like he had been wronged, and he really felt pitiful. Also, there was an obvious pinch mark on his wrist, which was swollen and difficult to get rid of, and it was estimated that he was beaten by a snake on Taoli Street. You know, he has a good face, he is beaten and scolded, and he must be ashamed to speak. ”

A choke mark on your wrist?

In Changle Fang, the light was too dim, and Jun Moran really didn't notice that he had injured her again.

Now, when Mo Zichen said this, his heart was very blocked.

"Did he say anything?"

Ji Mo Zichen shook his head, "Silence is terrifying. If he is willing to say a few more words, I will be more reassured. You don't know, when he has a cold face, I don't even dare to breathe. That aura is about to catch up with you. ”

Jun Moran became more and more guilty.

He knew where Feng Wuwu's bottom line was, but he still teased her again and again.

Last time, in the lobby of the mansion, Feng Wuwu was so frightened by him that he almost cried.

He had secretly promised that he would never scare her at will from now on.

But it was only a few days, and she was so angry again that she ran away through the window.

"That's it. This king is gentle with him. ”

Jun Mo Ran muttered to himself, eager to see Feng Wuwu.

For a while, he was upset, and even felt that Jimo Zichen was very annoying, so he randomly found an excuse and sent him out of the house.

"Ah Ran, Feng Wuwu is my savior, you just look at my face and help him, how about it?"

That is, Mo Zichen was chased by the wind, and the two of them set up the regent's mansion, still tilting their heads back without giving up, and begging Jun Mo Ran with a good voice and anger.

Chasing the wind secretly thought that Jimo Zichen was really a fool, and he thought that his face was worth more than Feng Wuwu.

As everyone knows, Jun Moran has already secretly coaxed Feng Wuwu to the bed.

has a skin-to-skin kiss, can Jun Mo Ran still cover her?

"Wang Te's subordinates told you that you have to go to the court this morning, and many details of the Confucian banquet must be decided in the next few days. As for General Feng Xiao, Wang will definitely take special care of your face. ”

Chasing the wind greeted him with a smile, and sent Jimo Zichen away kindly.

Tie Shou looked at Jimo Zichen's back, and asked Chasing the Wind puzzledly, "Wang takes care of General Fengxiao, where is it because of King Chen's face?" ”

Chasing Feng shrugged his shoulders and explained helplessly, "The king is indifferent, if we don't carry a little for him, in case we lose a confidant like King Chen, who can be trusted by his heart, it will do Wang all harm and no benefit." ”

Although Mo Zichen is wandering, he is not bad, and it is a rare clear stream in the east court.

When Tie Shou heard this, he suddenly realized, "Chasing the wind, you are so powerful." Like you, I will share the king's troubles and love him with all my heart. ”

Feng Wuwu came to meet him, and happened to hear what Tie Shou said, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

However, after thinking about it, the iron hand and Jun Mo Dye are also a good match.

One is rigid and one is soft, yin and yang are combined, just right.

"General Fengxiao, please come inside."

Chasing the wind looked at Feng Wuwu with a smile, his eyes were slightly ambiguous.

Feng Wuwu noticed Chasing Feng's blazing eyes, glanced at her crotch intentionally or unintentionally, and coughed lightly uncomfortably, "Chasing the wind, I have transcribed a book of poems for you, and you can take it and read it." ”

Chasing the wind twitched the corners of his mouth, not feeling that his talent was inferior to Feng Wuwu.

However, this is the meaning of Jun Mo Ran, and he can only be stubborn and absolutely obedient.

Tie Shou was straightforward and quick-spoken, and asked Feng Wuwu worriedly, "General Feng, is your buttocks okay?" ”

"Huh?"

Feng Wuwu pouted his buttocks back, and replied inexplicably, "It looks like a peach, full and natural, and it can be called a treasure in the world." ”

A big stone in the palm of the iron hand finally hit the ground, and he smiled, "That's good." ”

Seeing that Feng Wuwu was lacking in interest, he specially mentioned Beitang Liyin, just to make her smile.

"General Feng, I have great news for you. Last night, when Beitang Liyin was visiting the temple fair, she was beaten by the killers sent by the king and cried her father and mother. It is said that Hokudo Rion's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he was unrecognizable. ”

Chasing the wind added casually, "Not only that, the king also ordered people to agitate in Beili." At present, the people of Beili have already decided that it was you who were seduced by Beitang Liyin, and collectively wrote to rehabilitate you. ”

Feng Wuwu originally wanted to use his own hands to send Beitang Liyin to a dead end, so as to comfort the spirit of the original owner of this body.

However, when she learned that Jun Moran was on the territory of Beitang Longting and attacked Beitang Liyin regardless of her, she still had an unprecedented throbbing in her heart.

Perhaps, Jun Mo Dye is not as bad as imagined.

Feng Wuwu thought so, and happened to collide with Jun Mo Ran, who was striding over.

She covered her head, took a few steps back, and thanked him politely, "Thank you Lord Regent for rehabilitating Zhaoxue." ”

His blade-like indifferent gaze fell on Feng Wuwu's face, and his thin lips twitched, "You're too careful." The reason why this king attacked Beitang Liyin was because her female thieves were bold and offended this king. ”

Chasing the wind shook his head helplessly, slandering in his heart, Jun Mo Ran not only didn't understand the amorous feelings, but also couldn't coax people, it was a matter of time before Feng Wuwu Hongxing climbed the wall.

Thinking of Jun Moran's first heartbeat, it would end in tragedy, and the eyes of Chasing the Wind were already full of tears.

Iron Hand stared strangely at Chasing Wind, whose eyes were slightly red, and asked in a low voice, "Chasing Wind, have you seen something you shouldn't see, with a long needle eye?" ”

"Go aside."

Chasing Wind was startled by the iron hand that suddenly approached him and pouted and blew hot air into his eyes, and then forcibly dragged him aside to make room for the two lords who were particularly calm.

Jun Moran stood in front of Feng Wuwu, quietly glanced at the bruises on her wrists, and threw the Yurongsheng muscle cream into her arms, "Remember to take the medicine." ”

Feng Wuwu didn't dare to anger him again, even if he was angry with him in his heart, he still obediently took the plaster, "Xie Regent." ”

"Angry?"

Jun Mo looked at Feng Wuwu's aggrieved appearance, and his heart was so soft that he was confused.

"Not angry."

"Do you have to apologize to this king before you are willing to give this king a good face?"

"Even if you apologize to me, I don't want to give you a good face." Feng Wuwu accidentally blurted out what he thought in his heart, and was instantly silenced, not daring to say more.

"Take it. Wait for the king to go to court and then dismantle. ”

Jun Mo Ran handed Feng Wuwu a letter, and walked out of the regent palace without looking back, and went straight to the jade chariot that stopped at the gate of the palace.

This is the first time he has apologized to someone, and it is embarrassing to think about.