Meng Yuanheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sat on the edge of the bed silently.

Shen Qianmo hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, but there was still more blood spilling from the corners of her lips, she couldn't help but panic, and when she got up, she wanted to ask Situ Gong to come over and show him, but Meng Yuanheng stretched out his hand to hold her.

He shook his head at her, then simply closed his eyes, and sat breathing for a long time, his expression softening when he opened them again. Seeing Shen Qianmo's worried look, he smiled lightly at her and said softly, "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

Shen Qianmo's eyebrows frowned slightly, looked at him carefully, grabbed his wrist and probed his wrist vein, and frowned deeper under the probe, and said unhappily: "Why didn't you say it earlier after suffering from internal injuries, and endure it until now, do you really think that you are beaten with iron?" ”

Fang Cai Mo Ye had already reported to her how they defeated Mo Han Mountain on Fulong Mountain and eliminated the Shadowless Gate, but she didn't know much about these martial arts tricks and internal force cultivation, so far she didn't know how high Meng Yuanheng's skill was, and she didn't know how powerful Mo Hanshan's purple charm skill was, she always thought that Meng Yuanheng had returned unharmed, where did she think that this guy was actually injured internally, and she had been reluctant not to show it in front of others.

Knowing that she felt sorry for herself, Meng Yuanheng raised his hand and stroked her cheek, and said with a light smile: "Mo Hanshan is known as the number one master in the world, if you want to solve him, how can you do it without paying a price?" ”

"Then you can't gamble with your own life." Shen Qianmo took his hand and looked at him with a disapproving expression, "Is there only one way to deal with Mo Hanshan?" ”

This guy is good at everything, but this problem of not taking care of his body can't be changed.

Meng Yuanheng snorted disdainfully, took Shen Qianmo into his arms, and said in her ear: "Just because of Mohan Mountain, where is it worthy to let this king fight with his life, killing him and this king is too dirty." Mo'er, don't be angry with me, didn't you see it for me just now, it's just a slight injury, and it's not a big deal. ”

Shen Qianmo raised her head in his arms, glared at him angrily, and said, "What's the matter, I still don't think I'm seriously injured?" ”

Although her tone was not good, she couldn't get angry when she saw him showing a flattering look at her, she sighed lightly, she raised her hand and gently wiped away the blood stains left on the corner of his mouth, and advised: "Remember to let Mr. Situ show you again tomorrow morning, so that I can rest assured." ”

According to the results of her pulse diagnosis just now, although this guy is not seriously injured, his breath is disordered and his pulse is unstable, and the injury is definitely not light. She is not good at treating internal injuries, and it is clear that Situ Gong is much better at this than her.

Meng Yuanheng hugged her into his arms, rubbed his chin against her shoulder, and hummed softly as a promise. Shen Qianmo felt sorry for him, of course he was happy. However, he will not hurt himself for a person like Mo Hanshan, although it is a bit risky to take his palm, but this is the best way to induce him to show his flaws, and he believes that with his own skills, at most he will only be injured a little, but it will definitely not be fatal.

In the past, he could not care about his health, or even his own life, but now, he has a family, a wife and children, and someone to protect, and he is sorry for his life.

Thinking of this, he frowned slightly. He knew how he had hurt. It seems that he still underestimated the strength of Mo Han Mountain, if it weren't for the help of his righteous father and Yun Fei today, Mo Han Mountain would not be so easy to solve.

But so what, now that everyone is dead, no matter how high your martial arts are, it won't still turn into a piece of loess. No. 1 in the world? His thin lips rose slightly, revealing a cold smile. Hmph, Mo Hanshan, now you can only go to hell to fight for the first place.

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The palace prison. Mo Ye's face was full of coldness, and he commanded in a deep voice to the two hidden wolf team members holding Qingluo: "Throw her in." ”

"Yes, Commander." The two team members responded loudly, and threw Qingluo into the prison with a flick of their hand, their movements were crisp and neat, without any pity for the jade.

With a "bang", Qingluo's body slammed into the cold and hard stone floor of the cell, making her dizzy and dizzy, as if she had fallen apart, and her injured right arm made her feel unbearable pain, and she couldn't help but let out a few screams of pain, and struggled for a long time before sitting up from the ground.

Mo Ye looked coldly at the embarrassed woman in the prison, her dark eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, and she turned her head to the jailer and ordered: "The princess has an order, take a good look at her, and escort her to the mourning hall early tomorrow morning." ”

"Yes, Commander Mo." The jailer bowed down.

Qing Luo saw that Mo Ye was about to turn around and leave, hurriedly took a few steps forward, and said urgently: "I want to see Miss, Commander Mo, I bother you to report, I want to see Miss!" ”

Qingluo knew that although Shen Qianmo seemed to have an indifferent personality, she was kind-hearted and extremely sympathetic to the weak, if she cried in front of her about what happened to her, maybe it would arouse her sympathy and guilt, and her heart would spare her life if she was soft-hearted.

Mo Ye frowned slightly, looked back at her and said, "Do you want to be in a hurry to find death?" If so, the Commander will not stop you. ”

The princess let her live through tonight, which was already extraordinarily gracious, and this damn woman was really impatient to want to disturb the princess's rest. Mo Ye clenched his fists, his eyes frozen, and he wanted to break Qingluo's neck.

Qingluo saw Mo Ye's gloomy and terrifying face, and her heart trembled a little, but her desire to survive made her unwilling to give up, so she still had the courage to shout: "I want to see Miss, let me meet Miss!" ”

"Tie her hands and feet, and gag her mouth, don't disturb the peace of the prison." Mo Ye was already impatient to say more to her, and he didn't even bother to look at her again, and after coldly giving the jailer a cold order, he turned around and left.

"Commander Mo, Commander Mo......" Qingluo shouted loudly and unwillingly, until the jailer came in, rudely stuffed a black strip of cloth into her mouth, and tied her hands and feet with a rope, and she fell to the ground, unable to move.

The prison was dim and damp, Qingluo quieted down, leaning weakly against the stone wall in the prison, the fear and despair in her heart became stronger and stronger, but there was still a bit of luck in her heart. She thought about what she should say tomorrow in the mourning hall to make her experience sound more tragic and easier to attract sympathy, thinking that she still had some hope of survival, and thinking about how Shen Qianmo would deal with her.

The prison was dark, and she sat groggily, intertwined with physical pain and psychological fear, and she did not have peace for a moment, and she did not know how long it took, until there was a sound of footsteps outside the cell door.

With a bang, the cell door opened, and two jailers walked in, rudely tore off the strip of cloth from her mouth, and walked out of the door with one left and one right. The tearing pain in her right arm made her snort, but the jailer ignored it, and the strength of her hand did not lose at all, and he kept moving forward without squinting, escorting her through the garden and the cloister, and came to the mourning hall of the side hall of the West Garden.

After spending the night in the dimly lit cell, her eyes narrowed uncomfortably at the sudden light, and when she got used to the light outside, she slowly came back to her senses, only to find herself in a temple full of vegetarian food.

She knew that this was the mourning hall of Luzhu.

In the mourning hall, except for the secret guard Xue Hao who was standing next to the green bamboo spirit seat, all of them were familiar faces to her, Mama Xu, Hongling, Ziyan, Xiaoman, San'er...... They are all subordinates who have served Shen Qianmo together in the Fenghe Courtyard of the Guogong Mansion before. And the woman she had worked so hard to serve, whether it was true or false, was sitting in the hall, looking at her fixedly, and there was a chill in her eyes that she had never seen before.

"Zhao Ling'er." She spoke calmly, in a cold tone.

Qingluo was stunned, knelt on her knees, looked up at her, and a flash of panic flashed in her big eyes. "Miss......"

"The relationship between you and my master and servant has been exhausted, and from today onwards, you are no longer a member of the state mansion, so ...... Don't call me Miss anymore. Shen Qianmo interrupted Qingluo's words, and her tone was as indifferent as ever, "Mama Xu, give her her deed of sale." ”