Chasing the wind couldn't help but get goosebumps, he thought that even if he had an axe on his neck, he couldn't shout "mother" to Jun Moran's immovable iceberg face.

Jun Mo saw that chasing the wind was like Optimus Prime, the pestle was motionless in front of him, and he said distraughtly, "When will Feng Wuwu come?" ”

Chasing Feng shook his head, "General Feng Xiao plans to demolish the courtyard wall of the murderous mansion, reorganize the façade, and open a medical hall specializing in the treatment of flower and willow miscellaneous diseases, I am afraid that I will not be able to leave today." ”

It is a good choice to open a medical clinic in the backyard of Zuiliuxuan.

It's just that Feng Wuwu has been marching and fighting in recent years, where did he learn medical skills?

Moreover, willow disease is repeated and is particularly difficult to treat.

The average doctor can't avoid it, but she dares to take it!

"Chase the wind, tie Feng Wuwu back!" Jun Mo Ran's anger soared suddenly, and a palm wind flew out of his cuffs, and the ancient trees in the courtyard broke in response.

"Wang, although General Feng Xiao has no internal strength, his skills are very agile, and his subordinates are not his opponents."

"Then tie up his handmaid and force him to comply!"

Remembering Qingluan, chasing the wind instantly came to interest.

He was as fast as the wind, jumping from the east of the city to the west of the city, and when he caught a glimpse of Qingluan, who was standing at the gate of the murderous mansion with his hands crossed on his waist, he commanded Ruoding, so he exerted all his strength, carried her to his shoulders, and rushed to the regent's palace like a desperate escape.

Its movements are smooth and fluid.

Qingluan lay quietly on the shoulders of Chasing the Wind, his shoulders and forehead were covered with fine beads of sweat, and he took out the silk handkerchief in his sleeve and gently wiped the sweat for him, "Am I heavy?" Look you're tired! I couldn't even breathe. ”

"Miss Qingluan is as light as a feather, offended."

Chasing the wind replied stiffly, and suddenly felt ashamed.

He was obviously doing a bandit-like shameless kidnapping and looting, but Qingluan, who was kidnapped, didn't mind at all, and enthusiastically wiped his sweat for him.

When Chasing the Wind brought Qingluan to Jun Mo Ran, Qingluan suddenly realized.

It turns out that chasing the wind is not because of longing, so he has the audacity to rob people in public in broad daylight, but... Because of Jun Moran's order!

Qingluan pouted, stepped heavily on the shoes chasing the wind, and muttered quietly, "Childe is right." Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped. Wang Ba's subordinates specialize in raising Wang Ba's lambs, and the demon king's subordinates are all heartless bastard demons. ”

“………”

Chasing Feng looked at Qingluan in a slightly stunned way, thinking about it, but he couldn't understand why she was angry.

Jun Mo Ran stood with his hands behind his back, and his black and golden eyes glanced at the delicate and green Qingluan, and he couldn't understand what was good about Qingluan, worthy of Feng Wuwu Jinwu's treasure?

No, it's not.

It's a murderous house.

Qingluan was angry with Chasing the Wind, and suddenly noticed the cold air in front of him, and shivered coldly, only then did he notice Jun Mo Ran with an immobile iceberg face.

It's too late, it's too soon.

She retracted her claws suddenly, knelt down in front of Jun Moran with a "poof", changed her pitiful appearance, and burst into tears, "Lord Regent spare your life!" Childe did sleep all night with Qingluan in his arms last night, but nothing happened between us. The son was clean and self-conscious, and the warm fragrance and warm jade were still unmoved in his arms, except for picking the slave's navel in his sleep, he did not do anything other out of the ordinary to the slave. ”

Jun Moran was silent, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his slender body was straight, with an innate nobility, which seemed unattainable, making Qingluan suddenly feel humbled to the dust.

She was afraid that Jun Mo Ran would not believe what she said, so she hurriedly added, "Regent, you must trust the slave maid. Childe is well-behaved, seemingly uninhibited, but in fact reserved and shy. For many years, there has never been even a serious person in Italy. ”

"Chase the wind, pass the food."

Jun Moran's indifferent eyes fluttered over the trembling Qingluan and fell on Chasing Feng.

God knows what stupidity he did!

In order to wait for Feng Wuwu's little thing that didn't know whether to live or die to eat together, he had been waiting for two hours!

"Yes."

Chasing the wind in a deep voice, he looked at Qingluan who was kneeling in the courtyard and trembling like chaff in the courtyard, and finally couldn't bear it.

When he turned his back to Jun Moran, he silently mentioned her, "Say something that the king likes to hear, be straightforward." ”

Qingluan understood, got up suddenly, trotted to Jun Moran with a "kick, kick, kick", and immediately knelt down with a "bang", and said solemnly, "You don't know, Lord Regent, the prince is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and he likes the old trick of wanting to catch and indulge the most." If you like her, you might as well order it! Conquer her with your strength and enchant her with your majesty. ”

“………”

Jun Moran twitched the corners of his mouth frantically, always feeling that Qingluan was intentionally or unintentionally matching him and Feng Wuwu.

"Regent, the slave has only one request."

Speaking of Xingtou, Qingluan suddenly cried loudly.

Jun Moran had a headache, he just wanted to hold Qingluan hostage to threaten Feng Wuwu, but he didn't think that she would cry like a dead father, which made him in a dilemma, and he was very embarrassed.

He didn't want Feng Wuwu to think that he was so mad that he bullied innocent and weak women.

"Don't cry, say it directly."

"Regent, you are such a good man."

Qingluan sobbed and said, "When you attack Childe, be sure to be lighter." She always said that she was beaten, but in fact she was as delicate and weak as a flower, and she was afraid that it would hurt a lot. Also, don't eat and wipe clean and don't admit it, the son is pitiful enough, and he can't bear to be abandoned from the beginning to the end. ”

Jun Mo was dyed with black lines, he didn't plan to be carefree at all, but Qingluan imagined a big drama in a hurry.

However, there is one thing Qingluan is not lying.

Although Feng Wuwu has a wild temperament and good skills, his body is not like a man.

"Wang, my subordinates have ordered someone to send a message to General Feng Xiao, informing him that Qingluan is in our hands." Chasing the wind led several maids into the ink dye pavilion, and quietly swept Qingluan, who was paralyzed on the ground and weeping.

This woman, really made of water, cried and cried all day long, crying and crying.

When Jun Mo heard the news, his thin lips opened lightly, "Let go of Qingluan and go through the back door." ”