When I looked at it, I saw multiple daggers in her hands, which seemed to have been obtained under the pillow just now.

Such behavior obviously angered him, he didn't expect her to be so ruthless.

Mo'er ignored his angry eyes and kept waving her dagger at him, just to get the photo back.

Even if the emperor was angry, he didn't get angry, he still left a little strength when he made the move, he was afraid of hurting her, his kung fu did make progress, and he was able to make fifty moves against the emperor, but he was defeated after only fifty moves, and stood up holding his left chest.

In her exclamation, the photo burned.

She felt as if her memories had been burned, Yan Feng's face turned to ashes, the dust in front of her eyes scattered, and the photos fell from the sky.

When she pounced, only a corner of the background remained.

"Smack." The crisp sound, the emperor's face was pinned to the side, he had never been slapped in the face when he was so big.

Mo'er provoked Shengyan again and again, but this time she couldn't bear it, she was dizzy with blood and blood, and her powerful hand quickly pinched her slender neck.

Mo'er waved his hands and feet, and he stopped them one by one.

"I like you, and it's not a capital you can mess with."

Even if she was choked by the neck, she still stubbornly made a 'whine' sound to show her stubbornness.

The wetness dripped on his hands, and he regained some clarity in his mind, and watched his slightly closed eyes stained with tears, slowly sliding down his reddened cheeks.

I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, and hurriedly let go of my hand, Mo'er fell to the ground, unable to distinguish whether it was a panting or crying voice, "Why are you doing this, this is the only photo he has left in this world." ”

"If I burn it, I will burn it, so that you can die of this heart." His heart ached for her crying, but he still had a natural expression.

"It's because of you that Yanfeng will die······ Sure enough, your face is really disgusting, ugly, in vain I thought you might look the same, but in fact, it was different from him, it was really a short circuit in the head to think so. "It's almost shouted out at the end.

His eyes flashed a hint of gloom, and he quickly recovered his iceberg face, and said indifferently: "You are the one who distinguishes me from the second brother because of that unfounded crime, you think about who you are facing now, who you are facing, I am not Mo Xuan, it is Xuan Mo, he is not Yan Feng, he is not the prince of the Night Dynasty, Ye Ling Feng, is my own brother, everything you used to exist no longer exists." ”

Of course, Mo'er knew that even then he shouldn't burn the photo, this was the only thing she thought of him, the only photo that could remember his appearance.

If one day she forgets the appearance of Yanfeng, will she gradually forget his memory, and she doesn't want the memory of Yanfeng to disappear, even so she wants to be close to the prince, looking for the feeling he left, thinking that this will make her heart feel better.

She admits to being selfish, holding the shards, she cries into tears, crying breathlessly, bypassing him and leaving the room.

She didn't know where she was going now, she just didn't want to see him again.

The emperor didn't expect her to react like this, thinking that she would fight for a long time and follow her footsteps, but he didn't have the courage to step forward and watch her enter the room next to her until the door was closed.

He stood outside the door and listened to the sound of crying inside, and began to become overwhelmed, trying to open the door and enter, but the people inside cried, "You go, I don't want to see you." Let's go! ”

Mo'er slammed everything she could on the door, with a dull crashing sound and the cracking of ceramics.

The outstretched hand stiffly put it down, gritted his teeth and waved his hand to turn away.

When she went out and saw Caiyun, she had been outside, always paying attention to the sound inside, and was very worried when she heard Mo'er's cry.

She had never heard Mo'er cry like this, even if she was so badly injured in the paddock, she never shed tears because of the pain, in her eyes, Mo'er was a strong and enduring person.

The heart struggled a lot, and when he was about to raise his feet and step in, the emperor came out and hurriedly knelt down to pay respects.

"Chuan Lin Imperial Doctor."

Thinking that she had just covered her left chest, he regretted it, why couldn't he bear it, why did he shoot at her, even if he left some strength, he couldn't punch her wound, although the wound had healed, but it still hurt a little to be punched by him like this, and I don't know if it hurt other places.

"Yes." Zhou Kang left in response.

“······ Take care of her. In the end, he left with only one sentence.

Caiyun hurriedly pushed open the door, only to see that the person was already crying on the bed, tears still like a spring, and the burned paper was tightly grasped in his hand.

"Miss." With a crying voice to help her wipe the fallen tears, she now understood why Mo'er was crying so sadly.

She had seen this photo, and Mo'er was always like a treasure under her pillow, and she would often take it out to see.

It must be the emperor's masterpiece, and he tore up her most precious memories.

I don't know if I was crying confused, Mo'er saw Caiyun and said: "Mengqi, I'm afraid that I will forget the appearance of Yanfeng in the future, I don't want to forget him." "Mengqi, she heard that name when she was in the archery range.

Caiyun knew that she was now another person in her eyes, a person who looked the same as her, she didn't mind, hugged Mo'er and patted her back gently, "It's okay, the memory is in the depths, it's not so easy to forget." ”

"Won't it?" The voice was aggrieved and sad, like a poor abandoned man.

The first time she felt that Mo'er was also weak, and at this time, Mo'er couldn't think of a child like a beloved toy.

"No, it won't." She reassured.

"I miss him."

"I know."

"You don't know······ If it weren't for me······ If it weren't for me, nothing would have happened to him and you, and I'm sorry for you. ”

Is it apologizing for treating me as a Mengqi? She didn't know what was going on among them? But after the matter passed, I hope that Miss can also let herself go, she gently stroked Mo'er's back.

If this can make her feel better, she is willing to become Mengqi and say to her instead of Mengqi, it's okay, I don't blame you.

When Mo'er's emotions calmed down, she gently wiped the tears on her face with a face towel, helped her cover the quilt, looked at her sleeping little face, and left the room with a light sigh.

The north wind blew, and a puff of dust rolled up, and Licheng tightened his neck, and the day became too fast, at least ten degrees and eight degrees lower than the day, and the original lantern was extinguished.

Looking at the direction of the palace, I wonder how Mo'er is doing now, is the injury healed?

Last time in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he actually found Mo'er's abnormality, she carefully protected her left breast, and when Grandma Zhang and the others were not paying attention, he asked what happened.

But she just smiled and shook her head, whispering, "It's okay." ”

It's okay, if it's okay, why are your brows furrowed so tightly, why is your face so ugly, even for a moment, I still found out.