Days of running around made Wen Ye sleep soundly by the fire, she didn't even have a dream, and since she married Mo Yan, she never had that terrible nightmare.

"Master, wake up."

Wanzhao gently pushed Wen Ye who was sleeping awakely, she took off her green shirt and draped it on Wen Ye, put Wen Ye's white gauze hat on her head, and shot a signal to home from her arms into the air.

"Are the spies here again?"

Wen Ye sat up sleepily, and the fireworks that bloomed in the air made her wake up instantly.

"Xiaochun, you take the young lady to Shuomen Pass, and the little marquis's people will escort you back to the city!"

Wanzhao hurriedly ordered, Wen Ye saw that she was wearing her own hat and understood everything, it seems that this time the spies are still coming at her, Wanzhao is to lure away the enemy for her.

"No, no!"

Wen Ye firmly refused, she desperately went to grab the hat on the evening photo's head, she didn't want to go through what happened three years ago, she didn't want anyone to risk her life.

"Take care!"

Wan Zhaoxin held the hat and rushed out, a hundred steps away more than 20 spies have been fighting with Mo Yan's people in one place, not far away there are constantly sharp arrows with fire, the dark desert suddenly sparks, Wan Zhao dodged the arrows with fire, and rushed to the depths of the desert with two guards.

"Chase!"

The spies at the head beckoned, and the spies collected their swords and retreated, and another wave of fiery arrows came, blocking the way of Mo Yan's men.

"Three ladies!"

Mo Yan rushed back from behind the sand dunes, swung his sword to block all the arrows with fire, and flew down the retreating spies, at this time he was already red-eyed, and his clean clothes were stained with the blood spilled by the sword. When he caught up with the spies, more than a dozen spies had fallen one after another, and the two guards were seriously injured, leaving only Wan Zhao holding his arms to confront the two spies.

"Thank you for your help."

Wanzhao took off his hat and greeted him, Mo Yan's heart tightened, he didn't expect that the woman wearing the hat was actually Wanzhao, so where was Wen Ye?

"She's not with you?"

Wanzhao shook his head and quickly explained.

"I asked Xiaochun to take the master back to Shuofang Pass, the spies have all been removed, and the master should be fine if he is personally protected by your hands."

"No, there's more to those spies than that."

Mo Yan's face suddenly became nervous, and he hurriedly ran back, and Wanzhao was shocked and wanted to follow.

"You wait here for the clear sky, I won't let her have anything to do!"

Mo Yan hurriedly instructed two sentences, and ran to Shuofang Pass with the fastest footsteps, he frowned and regretted, he was carried away by hatred and red-eyed, this will be the spies' transfer to leave the mountain, she must not have anything, must not!

Mo Yan performed light skills, and half a pillar of incense caught up with Wen Ye's team, and saw from a distance that his subordinates and Xiaochun were besieged by more than a dozen spies, and Wen Ye was tied hand and foot and put down on the hunchback, and was led by the leader of the spies over the sand dunes to the east.

"Damn, how dare you touch her!"

Mo Yan cursed angrily, took out the bamboo whistle from his bosom and blew it, and the sharp voice summoned the brown feather golden eagle to spread its wings and fly.

"Go!"

Mo Yan stretched out his hand, and the golden eagle immediately swooped over, knocking the leader of the spies who had taken Wen Ye to the ground. Mo Yan's subordinates who followed behind him had already caught up at this time, and they all got rid of the spies to save Xiaochun, and Mo Yan stared at the direction in which Wen Ye was taken away.

"Three ladies!"

Mo Yan hugged the unconscious Wen Ye off his hunchback, untied all the ropes on Wen Ye's hands and feet, and then blew the bamboo whistle to summon the golden eagle back. I saw him take aim with his bow, and shoot an arrow into the right leg of the spy leader, causing the man to roll on the ground and scream in pain, and then another arrow hit the left calf.

"Dare to take her away, I don't want to think about whether I have this ability!"

Mo Yan was furious, and another arrow hit her right shoulder, Wen Ye was awakened by the screams, and the pain in her neck was intense, obviously she had just been knocked unconscious.

"Molang ......"

Warm leaves

Calling Mo Yan softly, supporting her body and slowly sitting up, the sky in the distance gradually brightened, and the barren and dark desert gradually came to life, Mo Yan saw her wake up and hurriedly stepped forward to investigate.

"Are there any injuries?"

Wen Ye squeezed out a smile hard, and her body was very weak after tossing all night, but she always believed that Mo Yan would definitely let her be safe.

"I'm fine, what about the evening?"

Wen Ye looked around, only Mo Yan's subordinates did not see the figure of Wanzhao and the guards, she was scared when she remembered the scene when she was separated, and she didn't dare to think much about it all the way, for fear that she would not be able to bear the sudden collapse.

"She's a little wounded, but she doesn't have to worry about her life."

Mo Yan replied lightly, his tightened fists showed his forbearance, his fists finally clenched, his worries and reproaches came out instantly, and he couldn't hold back the words in his heart anymore.

"Do you know how dangerous it was just now, the three of them are obviously coming at you, you shouldn't come to the border of Liangzhou!"

Wen Ye pursed her lips and stood up, the expression under the veil was already extremely flustered, she felt that Mo Yan must know something, but now was not the time to talk about it, but it was good to prevaricate the past as usual.

"I'm a businesswoman, and it's inevitable to do business ......."

"A merchant girl?"

Mo Yan was so angry with Wen Ye that he couldn't cry or laugh, he took a deep breath and looked at her helplessly, and now this little liar still wants to continue to hide it from him, the two of them have been through so much these days, is he still so untrustworthy?

"When will the third prince have a hard mouth?"

Wen Ye was startled, he was not standing very steadily, but as soon as he said this, his feet suddenly weakened, and he fell on the yellow sand again.

"You...... How much do you know?"

Mo Yan smiled bitterly, it seemed that she still didn't give up, he slowly walked to Wen Ye and squatted down, looking at her with straight eyes.

"How much are you hiding from me?"

"I didn't mean to, sorry......

Wen Ye lowered her eyes and bit her lower lip, she didn't dare to look at Mo Yan's eyes, her eyes were full of self-blame, but there was a trace of grievance in her heart. These secrets have been overwhelming her, but he knows everything, and he looks at her like a fool all day long.

"Huh!"

Mo Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, can a word of sorry perfunctory him? The confession he had been waiting for never had a chance again, was it so hard for her to trust herself?

Wen Ye's heart was deeply touched, her practice of hiding her identity and cheating on marriage was indeed wrong, he thought it was funny even if he objected, why be so sarcastic and ridiculed. Wen Ye sniffed, blinked his eyes to prevent tears from falling, and kept moving his hands and feet to try to stand up again, but was picked up by Mo Yan and carried on his shoulders.

"Put me down, I can do it."

Wen Ye clenched his fists and slapped his back, so aggrieved that he almost cried. Since everything is no longer hidden, she no longer has to be careful to maintain the balance between the two, if he insists on making peace with himself and she can only accept it, it is understandable.

"If you move again, I'll bury you in the sand."

Mo Yan's cold words made Wen Ye feel that the two had returned to that palace banquet again, it was the second time the two met after three years, she flattered him in every way, and now it was ridiculous to think about it, maybe she shouldn't have asked too much from the beginning.

In a courtyard in Shuofang Village, everyone rested for two days, and Wen Ye also fell asleep for two days, she was tired in the past few days, and she was relieved of her guilt for Mo Yan, so she slept very soundly, but the nightmare was found again.

"I am the third princess, Chu Huanting who fell from the high city wall, I don't owe anyone anything......

Wen Ye muttered to herself, repeating the dreams of the past two days, she curled up in a ball, tears staining her clothes, and her red eyes were like frightened rabbits.

Wanzhao came to see her with her injured arm, and when she saw the appearance of her previously firm and confident master, she was immediately distressed, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

"Master, the little marquis didn't say that you owe him, why do you bother with that?"

Wen Ye was silent, no matter how much Ren Wanzhao persuaded her, she was very worried that she would do something stupid, but she was busy dealing with things in the past two days, so she could only let Wen

Jane took care of Wen Ye's diet, and he and Wanzhao also tried to comfort her every day, but it didn't have much effect.

Wen Jian finally finished feeding the bowl of soup and porridge, and Wen Ye lay on the bed again, his eyes glazed and unenergetic.

"Third sister, don't worry, the little Hou Ye went to the border on the day he came back, he should go to the border barracks to find the Hou Ye, and you will make it clear to him when you come back in a few days, I will go to you as a lobbyist."

Wen Jian said words of relief as usual, he had already sent someone to the barracks to deliver the letter this morning, and Mo Yan would definitely reply before tonight.

"Second brother, I'm tired."

Wen Ye turned over, Wen Jian knew that she really couldn't get over this time, it was useless to persuade others, and the bell had to be tied to the bell, so she could only wait for Mo Yan's news now.

Wen Jian accompanied her for a while, and was just about to get up and go out, when Wen Ye's hoarse voice came from the bed.

"Second brother, what kind of person is he?"

Wen Jian thought for a moment, and told Wen Ye about the hunting between herself and Mo Yan, hoping that she could see each other's hearts clearly after knowing the truth.

"Actually, the little marquis already knew your identity before he married you, he has been unable to let go of you for three years, this time you are in danger of his life He is worried that you have said something serious, and you can't always remember that he is not."

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open from the outside, and Mo Yan walked in.

"Second brother is right."

"Sister-in-law, you're back!"

Wen Jian got up and greeted him, it seemed that he had received the letter this morning, and he rushed back after noon, and it seemed that he had hurried back.

"You talk, I'll go out first."

Wen Jian walked out of the room and closed the door intimately.

"You bastard, you've been hiding from me for so long!"

"Just cooperate with you, it's you left and right."

"What? Afraid of being seen?"

"Who is afraid, we are all married, and we can't do anything too much!"

Mo Yan couldn't suppress the fire in his chest anymore, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, although through the light veil, his hot lips seemed to melt her, and suddenly his body fell into his arms.