Updated: 2011-10-25

Although Nangong Moyun's voice was not loud, Ling Yurou heard it clearly, Du Junheng was seriously injured, and was grabbed by Nangong Moyun like a fluttering fallen leaf, without the power to resist, Nangong Moyun grabbed Du Junheng back and threw it to the ground, leaned down to meet his frightened eyes, and said coldly: "A generation of grandmasters, you actually hurt people with a flaming sword, this king also tastes what it feels like to have a flaming sword." ”

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince spares his life, Wechen didn't mean it, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince let Wechen go......"

"This king would rather believe that you didn't mean to do it ten years ago." Nangong Moyun didn't want to say more to him, so he picked up a palm in his hand and slapped him on the neck, Du Junheng's body weakened and fell to the side.

Nangong Moyun took Du Junheng's shirt and pulled it to the side, and Ling Yurou, who was standing on the side, was immediately dumbfounded.

Two big men, what do you want to do?!

"His Royal Highness the Prince, why do you want to take off his clothes?" It's still.

Nangong Moyun smiled slyly: "Rou'er, turn around and don't look." ”

Ling Yurou was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Nangong Moyun wanted to do, pursed her lips and turned her back, and after a while, she heard the sound of her clothes tearing, and heard the black lines on her face.

"Alright, you can turn your head."

Nangong Moyun is resisting a big black bag, no need to ask, the black bag contains Du Junheng, Nangong Moyun's posture, it seems that he has already prepared everything.

"Xiao Jiu, set fire to this room."

Xiao Jiu's eyes lit up, nodded, walked around the side room, and finally selected the position of the book, opened his mouth and spewed out a large flame, and the fire in the side room was immediately blazing.

"Xiao Jiu, amplify the fire a little." Nangong Moyun and Ling Yurou had already retreated into the distance, Xiao Jiu was very excited, and kept breathing fire and burning the house, until the fire at the Tianji Pavilion soared into the sky, attracting the attention of the patrolling disciples.

Beating gongs and drums for a while, there was a lot of noise, Nangong Moyun looked at the sky, it was close to the sixth watch, the sky was gradually brightening, Nangong Moyun lifted the black bag, gave Ling Yurou a look, and the two of them left in a hurry.

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"Wan'er, you have suffered in the Cold Moon Palace, come, eat more, there is me, don't be afraid." Du Longheng took the jade bowl and fed Mo Wan'er who had already woken up spoonful, coaxing softly, but Mo Wan'er looked indifferent, and her beautiful eyes didn't have a trace of expression, like a beautiful porcelain doll that had lost its soul.

Another spoonful was put to Mo Wan'er's mouth, but he didn't open his mouth, Du Longheng frowned, held the bowl and sighed softly, and put down the meat porridge that still had half a bowl.

From yesterday to now, she didn't eat enough to eat a bowl of porridge, he didn't dare to come hard, Wan'er's character was terrifyingly stubborn, if she didn't want to, even if she put a knife on her neck, she wouldn't be moved.

If you insist on letting her eat it, I'm afraid that she will do something drastic and hurt herself.

He didn't dare to bet, his heart ached.

A palace man came in and saluted respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister asks to see you." ”

Du Longheng was puzzled, looked at the sky, it should be the time of the early dynasty, why did Lou Jinyu want to see him at this time?

"Xuan."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The palace people retreated, and after a while, they saw Lou Jinyu wearing a dark purple court dress and entered: "Weichen knocks to see Your Majesty, knocks to see the queen's mother." ”

"Excuse me, why did Lou Aiqing come here?"

Lou Jinyu glanced at Mo Wan'er who was lying on the bed: "Your Majesty, can you move the council hall?" The minister has something important to report. ”