The night is as cool as water.

In Yuncheng County, the capital of Hanzhou, a black figure quickly shuttled through the deserted streets, and he seemed to be extremely anxious, as if he wanted to leave here immediately.

However, just as he was about to leave the town gate, a slender figure slowly emerged from the darkness and appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

The sprinter stopped suddenly, a flash of horror flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously clenched the golden arrow in his hand.

"I still let you live for so many days, it seems that the ability of this king's people is not enough." Xiahou Mo, who was dressed in dark clothes, was like a hellish Shura, and a pair of deep eyes could swallow the darkness.

Mukden gritted his teeth and unconsciously took a step back. "I'm just taking money from people to do things for others, what if you find me?"

"Tell the identity of that person, and this king will leave you a whole corpse."

Mukden's eyes narrowed. "King Jin should know that the most taboo thing in our business is to betray the gold master, although I am afraid of death, but it is not bad!"

As he spoke, he had already put the golden arrow on the bow and slowly drew the bow full.

"You escaped in the palace, now, see if your luck is so good!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a breaking sound of "huh", and the golden arrow flew towards Xiahou Mo's eyebrows violently.

Xiahou Mo's fingertips condensed his internal force, and when the golden arrow was only one person away from him, the wide sleeves waved with a loud "bang", and the entire golden arrow cracked in response.

Fengtian's pupils shrank, and he wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but was caught by Xiahou Mo.

The reason why Fengtian can rank in the top three of the killer list is not how strong his martial arts are, but his golden arrows and light skills that can easily throw off the pursuers after acting.

But these two things are useless in front of Xiahou Mo!

After just a few dozen moves, Fengtian couldn't resist the "poof" spurt out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Xiahou Mo looked at him condescendingly, his black eyes were cold and bloodthirsty.

"This king will give you another chance to speak, who is it?"

Fengtian snorted coldly, but did not speak.

Xiahou Mo hooked the corners of his lips and slowly raised the sword in his hand. "Good."

By the time the sword fell, Mukden's hands had already flown away from his body.

"Ahh

"The east is coming, and this king wants him to live rather than die."

"My subordinates understand." Donglin flew out, dragged Fengtian up, turned around and took him away.

……

Inside the palace of the king of Jin.

Su Muge tried to walk on the ground by herself, it had been nearly half a month since she was injured, and when she first woke up, Xiahou Mo would come over tomorrow to stay in the house, so that she was not embarrassed, but fortunately, he seemed to be busy in the past few days, and he hadn't appeared for three days, which also made her exhale.

"Princess, your injuries haven't healed yet, why did you get up?" Yueru entered the house and saw Su Muge getting out of bed, looking nervous.

"The wound has scabbed, it's fine." The external wound is easy to recover, but it takes a little time for the internal body to recover after being pierced by the arrow.

"When you come back like this, the prince will punish the slaves and maids when he comes back."

Su Muge glanced at her with some displeasure. "Who the hell are you from?"

Yueru secretly glanced at Su Muge and said with a loyal face: "Of course the slave maid is the princess's person, the princess doesn't know, the princess cares about you, and ordered the slaves and maids to be guarded for twelve hours, and as soon as the princess has any discomfort, she immediately sent someone to tell him." ”

Su Muge didn't think about it, thinking of the question she asked Xia Houmo that day, but he didn't answer.

In fact, there is no need to answer at all, his silence represents everything.

So now it's a matter of living together, no one should put anyone on the tip of their hearts, and life will be peaceful.

At night, Su Muge sat on the soft collapse after cleaning, her long black hair was wrapped in a handkerchief, and she had not been able to wash her hair properly until she was injured.

Now that the weather is cold, there are two braziers in the house, and the temperature is just right.

"Yueru, help me dry my hair, I'm a little sleepy, and sure enough, my body is still too weak, and I have to make up for it after the wound is fully recovered."

Behind her, someone untied the veil on her head, took the clean handkerchief and began to wipe her hair.

Su Muge didn't wait for Yueru's response, and he didn't care, he just said to himself. "You say, can't I go out of the palace casually in the future, no, I have to talk to the prince about this."

"What do you want to talk to the king?"

Su Muge was startled, and almost jumped up from the soft collapse, she looked back, where was the moon like them in the house, and it was Xiahou Mo who had not appeared for a few days to help her wipe her hair behind her!

Xiahou Mo was wearing a homely ink-colored robe, and it looked like he should have just bathed.

When did he come in, she didn't even notice it!

Su Muge adjusted his mentality, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "Why doesn't the prince come over and let people report it."

Seeing that Su Muge was about to move, Xiahou Mo gently held her down.

"Don't move, your hair isn't dry."

Where is Su Muge willing to let him wipe his hair, this kind of behavior is inevitably too intimate.

"Just let Yueru and them come in and wipe it."

Xiahou Mo pressed her hand but didn't move, Su Muge was a little speechless, she was really domineering, she didn't ask others if she wanted to do what she wanted, she had to come according to her own wishes.

Yes, Su Muge doesn't struggle, just wipe it.

"Then there is Lord Lao."

Xiahou Mo's face did not soften because of her compromise.

Time seemed to stand still, and both of them were silent without opening.

Su Muge only hoped that her hair would dry quickly, and when she came into contact with Xiahou Mo at such a close distance, her whole body was surrounded by his breath, and this feeling really made her very irritable.

"It's done."

"Thank you, Lord Wang." Su Muge stood up from the soft collapse suddenly, but forgot that her injury was not completely healed, and her sharp movement pulled the wound to make her snort.

"What? Got a wound? ”

Xiahou Mo's dark eyes tightened, and he stepped forward to support her.

Su Muge is a person who is very afraid of pain, and she can cry for a long time when she was pricked when she was a child.

She nodded with a white face, and Xiahou Mo gently picked her up.

Su Muge let out a low sigh, but he didn't struggle in the end.

"If the wound is not healed, just lie down obediently." Carefully put her in the bed, and pulled the quilt over to cover her.

Su Muge only felt a shock on the bed, and Xiahou Mo was already lying down beside her.

A few days ago, Xiahou Mo would also sleep with her, but he wouldn't do anything, just lay quietly beside her, and even his breathing was so light that people ignored it, as if she was not lying next to a person, but a silent corpse!

But even so, facing such a situation again, Su Muge couldn't help but be nervous.

Xiahou Mo swept the wind, and the room instantly became pitch black, and the tulle tent fell, blocking out the only moonlight.

Su Muge opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in front of him, reached out and gently pulled the quilt on his body, telling himself to sleep well, eat well and sleep well to get better quickly.

But as the temperature of Xiahou Mo in the quilt invaded her side, the only remaining bit of sleepiness was driven away.

Just when she forced herself to fall asleep quickly, Xiahou Mo suddenly moved.

He turned sideways, his slender arm fell directly through the quilt and gently landed on her waist, and the whole person leaned towards her, Su Muge could almost feel his shallow breathing!

"What are you thinking, not sleeping yet?" The deep words were like the claws of a kitten, scratching and scratching in Su Muge's heart, making her breathing become short.

"Lord Wang, I still have injuries on my body."

"Of course the king knows."

Know what you're doing so close!

"I'm a little hot...... "Can you stay away from me!"

"King Reben told them to remove the brazier."

"No, no, no."

"It's not hot?" When Xiahou Mo spoke, his lips lightly touched Su Muge's ears, causing Su Muge's body to tremble subconsciously.

"It's not hot!" Su Muge gritted his teeth and said.

"Sleep if it's not hot."

"Okay, okay."

Su Muge closed her eyes, feeling that she didn't have to sleep tonight, but who knew that the temperature on Xiahou Mo's body made her body gradually relax, but in less than a quarter of an hour, her breathing gradually became even and she sank into sleep.

At the moment when she fell asleep, Xiahou Mo opened her dark eyes, her fingertips gently swiped over her face, and finally stayed on her lips, leaned slightly sideways, kissed the soft lip flap into her mouth, and slowly tasted it......

"Hmm......" Su Muge felt a wet caterpillar wriggling on her lips, and when she opened her eyes, it was already dawn outside, and when she looked around, Xiahou Mo had already gotten up.

She pulled the copper bell hanging in front of the bed, and the door was pushed open, and Yueru and Xinche walked in with trays and wooden basins.

"The princess is awake."

Su Muge nodded, he was in good spirits, he didn't expect to sleep so peacefully last night.

After they waited for her to wash, they helped her to sit down on a chair.

But in a moment, the maid walked in with breakfast.

Breakfast is a bowl of vegetarian porridge, accompanied by three side dishes, a soup and two plates of steamed buns.

"See the prince."

As soon as Su Muge was about to move his chopsticks, Xiahou Mo walked in from outside the house, and there was still the wind and snow chill brought in from outside.

Xiahou Mo took off his robe and handed it to the maid, strode over to Su Muge and sat down.

Yueru hurriedly stepped forward and handed him a hot handkerchief to wipe his hands.

"The prince hasn't had breakfast yet, has he?"

"Yes."

Yueru stepped forward very neatly and gave Xiahou Mo a bowl of porridge.

Su Muge felt that if he wanted a martial arts practitioner like Xiahou Mo, he should eat a lot.

Sure enough, Su Muge's bowl of porridge hadn't been eaten yet, and the two plates of steamed buns on the table had bottomed out, and Yun Mu felt that a prince was actually simple.

After drinking two more bowls of porridge, Xiahou Mo put down the chopsticks, and the maid handed over the tea and handkerchief for gargling.

"After your injuries heal in a few days, this king will take you into the palace to thank you."

Xiahou Mo is the prince, and they were married by the emperor, in fact, they should have entered the palace to thank them the day after they got married, but she had an injury on her body and kept dragging it.

"Yes."