"Mrs. Nalan is the most beloved son!" Mu Han sighed leisurely: "Come to think of it, she can't bear to disappoint this young master." ”

Weighing the pros and cons, the women of the family are all smart!

"......" twitched the corners of Mang's mouth.

The dignified son of the Nalan family didn't know that he had just started on the road, and the young master of his family's calculations against him were already waiting for him in Yunshan.

Stubbornly said that the woman who others loved was his own sister? This move, isn't it a little too yin?!

I really can't imagine that Nalan Ziqi one day knew that he was so calculated by Yun Muhan, and he collapsed and went violent.

But the sympathy in Mangshorn's heart was fleeting:

Dare to fall in love with the woman that the young master has a crush on!

This is also retribution!

Who made Prince Nalan lose his trust in his young master. After such calculations, the young master is already very benevolent.

"How?" Mu Han swept the face of the guard thorns, and said coldly: "Anything else?" ”

"......" Mang's thorn looked down, and he quickly changed his mind, and said respectfully: "The dark battle in the northern Xinjiang, the victory and defeat have been divided. The hidden elite of Northern Jiangsu suffered 3,000 casualties, and 800 of our casualties. ”

"Life for life, the power of Su Beiyan should not be underestimated!" Mu Han rubbed his eyebrows.

"Whoa!" Mangsting: "And the matter of Concubine Zheng has also been done!" ”

"The concubine is sick! It's time for the Night Monarch's Tomb to get up? Mu Han scattered his sleeves, and his phoenix eyes were still looking at the stars in the western sky, and at this time, he stood with his back to the thorns and his hands tied.

Mangsting: "King Xuan has left Helan City!" ”

"Good!" Mu Han turned around and walked out of the big tent: "Since Concubine Zheng likes to pretend to be sick, let her be sick for a longer time this time." ”

"Whoa!" Thorn bowed his head and obeyed his fate.

These days, they are busy dealing with the Beishuo Kingdom that has infiltrated into the northern Xinjiang on the one hand, and on the other hand, they have to deal with the Yejun Mausoleum of King Xuan, who suddenly landed in Helan City. There are also these things selected by the Tianji Academy, and now I can finally take a breath.

"Helan City, the forces of the Night Monarch's Mausoleum have been clarified?!"

"King Xuan's forces have almost been cleaned up last night. It's just that the small elite who followed King Xuan into the city that day didn't know where they dispersed after nightfall? Traces have been found to this day. Moreover, King Xuan left. They also did not show up. ”

"Perhaps, they are waiting for this young master!"

"My subordinates will send people to turn over this Helan City."

"Hmmm! Finally, I can free up my hands to look at the heartless woman. Mu Han took off the butterfly wing mask and changed into a moon-white brocade robe: "She's still in the inn?" ”

"Yes!" The thorns are as silent as cicadas, and the woman who is remembered by the young master. Come to think of it, it's going to be a lot of pressure, right?

The night is long, and the cold wind cuts the clothes.

Mu Han got out of the big tent and strolled through the long street. It wasn't until I walked to the door of the Saijiangnan Inn that I stood still.

"Thorns!" Mu Han tilted his head and looked at the Tianzi No. 1 room where Hua Wan lived in the Saijiangnan Inn before: "Is she in it?" ”

"In!" Thorn lowered his head, and the people below replied to him like this. But now, the lights in that room have been off for a long time.

"She's sleeping soundly!" Mu Han looked up at the room where Hua Wan was.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, Mu Han's slender figure looked extremely arrogant at this time. In the cold and cold eyebrows, there was a little helplessness at this time-

Obsessed day and night in the barren mountains, she sank under him.

Today, she is a light cloud. And he is becoming more and more difficult to control himself.

Such a woman really deserves to be punished again.

Whoosh ......

Shadows are staggered, and swords rain down. The night is dark and the wind is high, and the killing moves are fatal.

At this moment, more than a dozen shadows with sharp blades in their hands rushed straight towards the two of them.

"Assassin! Young Lord be careful! The thorn flew up and killed several people in an instant.

"None of them will be left!" Mu Han stood in place, looking at the two sides of the battle in the dark night, the clouds were light and the wind was light. As if these people didn't come to assassinate him.

"Whoa!" The thorn instinct protected Mu Han everywhere.

Fighting in front of the battle, flying eaves and walls, the thorns are so handsome.

At this time, the door of the inn suddenly opened slowly from the inside.