Jian Yan came to visit Zhao Wuwu every day, but who knew that as soon as he entered the house today, he heard that people from Dongchang were coming. He hurried to Zhao Wuwu's bedroom, and just saw Mu Baili coming out of the house, although he was already frightened, but he was more worried.

Worry about Zhao Wuwu!

Zhao Wuwu was injured, and if Mu Baili killed someone, it would be easier than killing an ant.

"Worry-free!" Jian Yan wanted to rush up, but was quickly stopped by Yun Zheng and Xi Mo.

Lu Guoan's sword is not vegetarian.

"What do you want? What are you doing with worry-free? If you Dongchang dare to hurt her, the emperor will not let you go, and I will not let you go. Jian Yan clenched his fists, and his gaze fell directly on the door behind Mu Baili, which was really more anxious than his own hands and feet.

"Who are you?" Mu Baili casually played with the jade wrench, and suddenly his body shook, as fast as lightning. The next moment, he had already grabbed his neck, and as long as he used a little force, Jian Yan's neck would be broken on the spot.

"Don't!" Yun Zheng and Xi Mo were in a hurry.

"My father is the secretary of the Ministry of Works, and Jian is loyal." Jian Yan's face turned purple, and he didn't mean to be soft at all, "Even if you kill me, I still have to say it." Don't hurt worry-free, whoever dares to touch her, I won't spare the ghost. ”

Mu Baili smiled, and as soon as his hand was released, Jian Yan was like a dough, slumped on the ground. A weak scholar, who is Mu Baili's opponent.

"Weigh before saving people, you have a few pounds and taels, don't be unable to save people when the time comes, and put yourself in it." Mu Baili brushed his sleeves and turned around, just in time to meet Zhao Wuwu's cold eyes.

Zhao Wuwu endured the pain and walked towards Jian Yan quickly.

Xi Mo and Yun Zheng were one step ahead and quickly helped Jian Yan up.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Wuwu asked in a low voice, frowning at his neck that was pinched red by Mu Baili, "Does it hurt?" ”

Jian Yan shook his head, held Zhao Wuwu's cold hand, and looked anxious, "How are you?" Did he do anything to you? ”

"This is the Prime Minister's Mansion, how can I have something?" Zhao Wuwu withdrew his hand and looked back at Mu Baili with an expressionless face, "Does the overseer want to stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion for dinner?" ”

The Emperor is still waiting!

Mu Baili smiled coldly, and looked at Zhao Wuwu and Jian Yan with deep meaning, "I can't imagine that the son of Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry still has such backbone." It seems that there are some things, and I have to think about it. ”

"Go back!" Zhao Wuwu smiled faintly at Jian Yan, "I still have to enter the palace." ”

Jian Yan opened his mouth, and how many words came to his mouth, but he couldn't say it again after all. It's good that she's okay! Nothing else matters. Thinking of this, Jian Yan followed behind, and he had to watch Zhao Wuwu get into the carriage to feel at ease.

Zhao Wuwu followed Mu Baili towards the gate of the mansion, with light sweat oozing from his forehead, looking a little tired. A plain white little face is more and more distressing.

Mu Baili was the first to get into the carriage, and Zhao Wuwu stepped on the pestle to follow.

She stretched out her hand to hold the carriage, after all, she was injured now, and it was not as easy to get into the carriage as before. Jian Yan stepped forward quickly, ready to help her. As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone had already taken the lead.

Zhao Wuwu looked up in amazement, Mu Baili half-squatted on the carriage, his warm eyes glowing with sun-like gold. He just looked at her with a smile and held her cold soft, "Lord Zhao, don't you mind if this seat gives you a hand?" ”

Zhao Wuwu glanced at Jian Yan, and then looked at Mu Baili with a smile, "Thank you, Master." Then he got into the carriage and breathed a sigh of relief.

She was still thinking about it, the accessories in the carriage were always hard, but she didn't think that Mu Baili was a thoughtful person, and all the seats in the carriage were covered with thick velvet cushions.

Zhao Wuwu was slightly stunned, looked up at Mu Baili in front of him, and forgot for a moment that his hand was still in his palm.

The icy cold, soft as boneless, delicate and smooth touch, is really excellent.