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Unexpectedly, Jiang Xingyuan, who was dressed in a manly manner, was so cowardly, Mu Zhaoyun stared at his back with big eyes for a long time, and finally snorted and lay back and closed his eyes.

Which lacks a heart-to-eye made bed, there is only one quilt on the double bed.

Mu Zhaoyun unceremoniously dragged the quilt to his side, half holding and half covering, and slowly fell asleep.

Although Jiang Xingyuan looks like a martial artist, the smell on his body is strange and good, probably because he re-injured the wound when he was bathing, and there is a faint fragrance of herbs that cannot be explained.

Although Jiang Xingyuan pretended to be calm at first, he was actually very panicked in his heart. It was easy to wait until Mu Zhaoyun fell asleep and breathed steadily, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He lay stiff for a while, then slowly turned around.

Mu Zhaoyun was already asleep, and under the dim candlelight, the woman who was flying out of the day rarely had gentle and peaceful eyebrows.

Jiang Xingyuan didn't make a sound, just looked at her in this candlelight, and his breathing became soft, as if he could watch it like this all night.

Suddenly, Mu Zhaoyun opened his eyes.

It wasn't like a sleeping person waking up and slowly opened his eyes, but like a person who had been pretending to be asleep, suddenly he thought of something important and opened his eyes suddenly.

Jiang Xingyuan was startled, and before he could react, Mu Zhaoyun had already slapped it in the chest.

It's always Jiang Xingyuan's martial arts, and this time he came without warning, and he barely had time to give way, and he was slapped in the chest.

Although Mu Zhaoyun has been in this era for more than ten years, the original owner of this body is also good at martial arts, but after all, she is a young lady who no one dares to let her suffer. With Jiang Xing far from heaven and earth, it stands to reason that it is nothing to receive this palm.

But after Jiang Xingyuan avoided the edge, he still had a pain in his chest, his complexion changed suddenly, his throat was fishy, and a mouthful of blood gushed out immediately.

Jiang Xingyuan endured it, swallowed the blood, and dodged the second palm sideways.

Mu Zhaoyun's eyes were blood-red, but his face was pale, and it seemed to be faintly black, as if he was a ghost.

"What kind of person are you, so bold." The words that came out of Mu Zhaoyun's mouth were not at all like daytime.

Mu Zhaoyun is a bit of a big lady with a temper, but the eldest lady who is approachable in her bones, even if she is really angry with Jiang Xingyuan, she will not want to kill her. and now this murderous person is almost like two people.

Jiang Xingyuan was not surprised, he didn't speak, and he didn't care that he was only wearing underwear, so he didn't dare to resist Mu Zhaoyun, and when he saw her slap again, he turned over neatly and dodged from the table.

Mu Zhaoyun slapped the heavy mahogany square table into slag with one palm.

Jiang Xingyuan stood with his back against the door, raised his hand and wiped the blood foam overflowing from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and gasped: "Don't get excited. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Mu Zhaoyun walked over step by step, even though it was an identical face during the day, Jiang Xingyuan knew that there were already two people.

"I'm here to help you." Jiang Xingyuan seemed to have been prepared and replied unhurriedly. Then press your backhand on your back.

Behind Jiang Xingyuan, there was a wound that was still fresh and had just finished medicine, and when he reached out and pressed it, the wound cracked open again, and he was immediately stained with blood on his hand.

The feeling of the wound reopening was really painful, but Jiang Xingyuan only frowned.

But Mu Zhaoyun was impatient, and he didn't bother to pay attention to what she said, he just tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't understand very well, and then he didn't plan to let Jiang Xingyuan explain again, so he pounced with five fingers into claws.

Jiang Xingyuan seemed to hesitate between dodging and fighting, but Mu Zhaoyun's speed was too fast, and before he could think about whether to hide or not, the person had already arrived in front of him.

Seeing that there was no way out, Jiang Xingyuan could only bite the bullet, separate Mu Zhaoyun's arm with one hand, and twist it behind his back. The bloodied hand wiped it from her face.

Mu Zhaoyun's action of rushing forward was too strong, and Jiang Xingyuan couldn't bear it, so he slammed the door open with a bang, and the whole person was pressed to the ground by Mu Zhaoyun.

If this is not usually the case, but at this time, Jiang Xingyuan has countless wounds behind him, and when he hit the hard ground, he almost fainted in pain. But he still gritted his teeth and held on to his breath, holding Mu Zhaoyun tightly in front of him. No matter how much she struggled, she would never let go of the hand that was covering her face.

There are always guards in the Hou Mansion, not to mention Jiang Xingyuan's side, there was a sound from the door, and immediately a secret guard fell from the eaves.

But looking at the scene in front of him, the knife drawn by the dark guard was a little overwhelmed.

This is not an assassin, this is Hou Ye and Mrs. Hou Ye fighting, and they are both disheveled, although it looks a little fierce, but is it appropriate for them to go up and take care of this kind of thing? Should I turn around and act like I didn't see anything?

Although the lady looks a little fierce, the couple is just fighting, so they don't have to go up to help. It's really difficult to help who to help.

Jiang Xingyuan didn't expect anyone to help at this time, gritted his teeth and was in a stalemate with Mu Zhaoyun, and finally, it seemed that the blood had taken effect, Mu Zhaoyun's eyes were empty, and his body slowly softened.

Jiang Xingyuan felt that Mu Zhaoyun's head was hanging softly beside his head, and he also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he had picked up a life.

After slowing down, he stood up with Mu Zhaoyun in his arms, and carried her into the house.

The guards came around, looking at the blood on the ground, Jing Yue couldn't help frowning: "Madame's temper is too irritable, the prince is injured like this......"

When husband and wife fight, even if they are really angry and not for fun, they must always have a degree. It's not going to be fatal.

Afraid that something had happened in the middle, several guards looked at each other, and before they could say anything, they heard Chu Jingran call in the room: "Jingyue, come in." ”

Jing Yue hurriedly answered, and when he entered the house, he saw that Jiang Xingyuan had already placed Mu Zhaoyun on the bed, and casually threw away the handkerchief that wiped her face and lowered the bed curtain.

"Refill my back with medicine." Even if Jiang Xingyuan could bear it, he broke out in a cold sweat.

When I took off my shirt, most of the wounds on my back that had stopped bleeding last night had collapsed, and I was bleeding all over my back.

"Lord Wang, how did you make it like this, Madame is too ruthless...... Jing Yue hurriedly asked the girl to bring hot water, wiped the blood stains for Jiang Xingyuan, and re-applied the medicine and bandaged.

"None of her business." Jiang Xingyuan's back muscles were tense, looking at the falling bed curtain, but his expression was very gentle: "You go out and tell them in a while, no one is allowed to say half a word in front of Madame about tonight's affairs." ”