Chinese Mo Yuheng let go of his hand that was slowly circulating, and slowly got out of bed, his body still couldn't straighten up, and he looked like an old man in his seventies and eighties.

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"Your Highness." As soon as Mo Yuheng walked out, Mu Ying's gaze came to him, as if he had eyes in the back.

"Hmm." Mo Yuheng hummed deeply, looking at the two groups of people who were fighting together, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Just these few people also want to run to his East Palace to spread wild, this is too much to look at him! Jun Muhan has been standing by watching the situation, and occasionally there are people who bump into him, but he just stretches out his hand to block it, and he doesn't really join the team.

He had to find a way to get out quickly, but what could he do, there were shadow guards and guards all around, and he had no chance of winning if he wanted to rush out like this alone.

Just thinking of a way, Mo Yuheng happened to come out at this time, and Jun Muhan's eyes lit up. I can only give it a try.

Raise the sword in his hand and attack towards Mo Yuheng. Looking at the bright sword coming towards him, Mo Yuheng stood motionless in place, his eyes deep.

Even if he can't move now, it's not so easy to move him. Mu Ying had been standing diagonally in front of Mo Yuheng, as if he hadn't seen the situation here, and didn't remove Jun Muhan's sword that stabbed at Mo Yuheng until the last moment.

The action is so fast that you can't grasp how it moves.

"Your Highness is inconvenient, so let me accompany you." Mu Ying looked at Mo Yuheng relaxedly, without any pressure at all.

He can achieve this position, martial arts are not blown, there is no diamond diamond, how dare he take this porcelain job.

The master's move is different, and after a while, the courtyard will be in a mess, and neither of the two will have the upper hand, and there is a feeling of hating each other.

It's been a long time since I've met an opponent, and it's really a hearty fight, and it's a hearty fight. Slowly woken up by the sound outside again, he shouted two times with a thick nasal voice, but he didn't get a response, and slowly remembered that since he moved to Mo Yuheng's dormitory, there was no palace on duty outside.

Because she was afraid of noise, Mo Yuheng was worried that she wouldn't sleep well, so she directly ordered that they wouldn't have to be on duty in the future.

Slowly got up and sat down, the whole person was lazy as if returning to the light. Slowly feeling a little thirsty, his throat was dry and uncomfortable, Mo Yuheng, who was originally sleeping beside him, didn't know when he was gone, and there was no temperature anywhere.

Slowly put on his coat, got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water, and after drinking it, he was already half awake. The sound outside was also heard more clearly, it was the sound of swords colliding, how could there be a sound of swords colliding in the East Palace at night, could there be an assassin?

Slowly thinking of the wound on Mo Yuheng's back that had not completely healed, he stood up worriedly, put on his clothes and walked out.

Walking through the door to the outer room, the sound outside grew louder and louder. The door squeaked open, and a strong smell of blood hit, and he slowly covered his mouth uncomfortably and ran to the pillar, holding the pillar and couldn't help retching.

Mo Yuheng's gaze stayed on the two groups of people who were still fighting to the death, and he didn't pay attention to the slow appearance behind him.

"The heart of the crown princess." In the noisy night, there was a loud roar from Mu Ying, and a black shadow had already rushed to his side at some point.

One pulled up and slowly restrained in front of him, and the sword with blood droplets rested on his neck. The smell of blood was close at hand, and the feeling in her stomach that had finally calmed down came out again, so she could only reach out and cover her mouth and nose to prevent herself from smelling the bloody smell that made her nause.

"Stop, or I'll kill her." Mo Yuheng lowered his voice. The two groups of people who were originally entangled immediately stopped their movements, one worried and the other proud.

This voice sounded in her ears, slowly startled, and turned her head sideways to see the face under the black scarf, but the sword in the other party's hand was a little closer to her, and said, "If you don't want to die, don't move." ”

"Can you change to a clean sword?" The slow voice carries the laziness of just waking up, and the soft and glutinous is very good.

There is a feeling that people can't help but want to do what she thinks.

“······” Three black lines appeared in front of Jun Muhan's forehead. Is this a sign of being hijacked?

Why the clouds are light and the wind is so light that it looks like the moonlight is so good tonight. Shouldn't she be scared, frightened?

It's like you're talking to an acquaintance. Jun Muhan was taken aback by his thoughts, how could he feel like this.

But they were indeed acquaintances, so did she recognize herself? Jun Muhan couldn't help but look down to see clearly, but what she saw was a smooth forehead.

"Let go slowly, I'll let you go." There was a hint of anxiety in Mo Yuheng's voice. When did he come out slowly, how did he not find out.

Jun Muhan glanced at Mo Yuheng, raised his eyebrows and said, "Does Your Highness think you still have the qualifications to negotiate conditions with us?" He didn't expect the prince to be so interested in the princess now, he obviously hated the princess, and he was originally unwilling to marry the princess.

Since when did the crown prince start to care about his crown princess. The strong should not have weakness, let alone put weakness in front of others.

"Don't, don't hurt her, you can do whatever you want." Looking at Jun Muhan's gently moving hand, Mo Yuheng hurriedly called Jun Muhan to stop, for fear that he would not listen to a knife cut on the slowly white and tender neck.

As long as they don't hurt slowly, he will agree to any conditions, even if it is in exchange for his life, he will not postpone it.

"Your Highness." Mu Ying remembered shouting Mo Yuheng, who had lost his mind, for fear that he would make some unfavorable demands in order to save the crown princess.

They have come to this point with great difficulty, and they cannot afford to make mistakes, otherwise they will be doomed. Now that those people are leaving, at least they won't be stupid enough to hurt the crown princess now, as long as they are not safe, then the crown princess is safe.

"Don't worry about me, without me as the crown princess, you can still have the next crown princess, let them kill until they are soft." It's obviously a very serious sentence, and when it comes out of the slow mouth, people can't help but want to laugh.

Let them kill until they are soft, is this to make all the women under the jurisdiction become the crown princess? If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, I would have liked to raise my head and laugh three times.

"Anyone can be the crown princess, but Murong slowly has only one." Mo Yuheng pulled the corners of his mouth forcefully.

Try to make himself look less like he was being led by the nose, but his words have betrayed his heart.

The crown princess can be replaced by anyone, but Murong Huan can't be replaced by anyone, and there will never be a second one.

Even if there is an identical one, it is not her after all. Cat flutter Chinese