Chapter 347

Mo Xuetong silently took the medicine and carefully tore it on the wound. She blew it gently from time to time, and her long eyelashes flashed. Her beautiful and moving eyes were tender and naive, which was very distressing. She was carefully sucking her small mouth and blowing the medicine away. She was serious and elegant, but it made people warm for no reason. At this moment, he swore, Never let her go.

With good wound medicine, Mo Xuetong took two breaths gently, stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat from his head due to tension and pain, then raised his head and said, "young master Bai, just bear it a little longer, and it'll be right away." The medicine must be extremely painful. Just now, his breath is a little disordered.

"No hurry!" His slow voice came, still indifferent and far away, as if he had not hurt himself.

Mo Xuetong stretched out her hand and wrapped the cloth carefully in circles. In this life, she had read many medical books and tried to wrap it, so the package was decent. After everything was handled, Mo Xuetong took a breath and leaned back with some strength loss.

Bai Yihao turned around. Pulled some of the robes that couldn't cover up, smiled self mockingly, raised his eyes and looked at the fingers of Mo Xue Tong. His long eyelashes flashed and his smile was pure: "tong'er, I'll go up when I recover."

"If you're well, you can go up by yourself. You don't have to take me with you." The dark snow pupil quietly raises his eyes, and the Yingying water eyes are like flowing dark colored glass, which makes people intoxicated.

But she is not willing to sacrifice her life. As long as Bai Yihao goes up and finds someone to save herself, it's the same. She can't commit two people trapped here together. This time, she owes a lot. She doesn't want to owe him any more.

"It's all right. We can go up in a minute." Bai Yihao smiled gently.

Seeing that he was so determined, Mo Xuetong was speechless for a moment, lowered his head, and slightly moved his stiff, thick and swollen fingers. He didn't know what to say. He also talked about the engagement with himself last time. Now, although he knows that the engagement has been burned by himself, he always feels a little guilty.

"Tong'er is my fiancee. Can you make it clear?" A gentle voice with a smile, just like him, always gives people the feeling of jade.

Mo Xuetong was flustered for a moment, and Shui Mou blinked uneasily, but then he calmed down, raised his head and looked at Bai Yihao's handsome face without fear and said, "young master Bai must have made a mistake. My father said that there had never been such a thing."

In any case, the engagement is gone. Bai Yihao says that what is false. She can't retreat a little, otherwise it will inevitably arouse his suspicion.

"Gone?" Looking at her bright eyes, clear as water, Bai Yihao seemed to look at him sincerely. Bai Yihao slightly bent his lips, gentle way, deep stream like eyes, with a bit of teasing, as if looking at an ignorant child, with some doting and pain.

This remark was too accurate. It wasn't burned for her. Mo Xuetong's heart trembled involuntarily, but then he clenched his teeth and shook his head in a daze: "I don't understand what childe Bai said."

Bai Yihao is so smart. In front of him, she seems to have a feeling of nowhere to hide, just like everything she has done. In his eyes, it's just an embarrassing thing done by an urchin. It's not worth mentioning!

She must overcome this mentality, or she will always be a weak point in front of him.

"Tong'er doesn't have to understand. Just know that I will marry you." Bai Yihao leaned back with a leisurely smile to avoid his wound. His smile was as gentle as jade. Even when he was so embarrassed that his clothes were untidy, he was still like an elegant emperor, as if everything was under control.

"Hum! It depends on whether I agree or not!" Some evil spirits, some chilly voices, with the charm of some demons, came in before the ink snow pupil had an interface. The ink snow pupil was stunned, and immediately lit up, and a figure in purple quickly flashed in.

Mo Xuetong was finally carried up by Feng Jue ran. Bai Yihao jumped up with the help of his bodyguard Lin Yu.

After jumping onto the cliff, Bai Yihao was seriously injured and was helped back to the carriage by Lin Yuqiang.

Mo Xuetong didn't go here. She walked slowly to the side of the carriage with the first half left. The door of the carriage fell, and the carriage was half thrown out and tilted on the road. There was still a little blood in the carriage. Obviously, the people inside were not unharmed. The carriage driving so fast was forced to stop. The recoil force was not small, and it was unlikely that the people sitting in the car would not be hurt.

"Next time you travel, you must bring ink wind, and don't let ink wind stay too far away. His lightness skill is good. That bitch is so harmful to you. Do you want me to deal with it for you?" Feng Jue ran followed her. Her eyes were cold on her enchanting and handsome face, with a strong sense of killing and coldness. The corners of her mouth were cold and cold. Thinking that the bitches had almost killed tong'er, Feng Jue ran flashed a trace of anger at the bottom of her eyes. He had already regarded Mo Xuetong as his own. His purpose in pretending to be ill was to convince emperor Zong Wen, Let Mo Xuetong marry him quickly. Unexpectedly, such a thing happened at this time.

After listening to Mo Feng's return, he didn't care to pretend to be ill. He immediately brought people over. When he saw Lin Yu, he knew that Bai Yihao fell down with Mo Xuetong in his arms. He was jealous. He immediately hung a rope around his waist and went down the cliff to find Mo Xuetong himself. Although he didn't like Bai Yihao, he had to admit that with Bai Yihao, the probability of Mo Xuetong's survival doubled.

Although he deliberately didn't think about why Bai Yihao went down with tong'er regardless of life and death, he couldn't help being jealous when he heard the words from the hole. He immediately interrupted Bai Yihao's words. Unexpectedly, the engagement was burned out. Bai Yihao is still so dead hearted and still wants to marry tong'er in vain.

It seems that there is a feeling of being spied on by others. Feng Jue dye is extremely unhappy.

However, because of this, Feng Jue ran secretly rejoiced that if Bai Yihao's engagement had not been designed by himself, there would be nothing to do at this time.

"Don't touch them. I'll handle it myself." Mo Xue Tong's beautiful face showed a cool and thin smile, which was very cold by Feng Jue.

"Don't want my help?" Feng Jue Ran's handsome face collapsed. With some grievances, she looked at her unhappily, as if accusing her of treating him as an outsider. She stretched out her hand, carefully held her wrist, looked at her hand, picked it up and blew it painfully, and a few shreds of anger flashed through her eyes.

Two bitches want to hurt tong'er, and he will let tong'er take revenge on himself. But there must be someone behind these two bitches, otherwise they won't be brave enough to murder their own princess. You know, tong'er is now his own princess and can be regarded as a person of the royal family. A concubine of the Mo family and the disgraced Princess of the Duke of the town dare to kill tong'er. If there is no one behind him, How dare you do it.

"Yes, why not." The dark snow pupil slowly said, sensing the deep heartache and doting at the bottom of my heart, and my heart was not soft.

Stretched out his stiff hand and took the initiative to cling to his slender hand. There were several visible scars. Just now, the noble Xuan King jumped down to save her regardless of his injury. How could she not know his anxiety and heartache.

Her eyes fell on his chest, which was wrapped in thick and purple robes. However, when he held her in his arms just now, her face leaned against his chest and clearly smelled thick bloody gas and some moisture. His wound actually cracked again. I couldn't tell what it felt. I just felt painful and sour, and some joy of being loved.

Take his hand and walk to the carriage on one side.

Hearing that Mo Xuetong needed his help, Feng Jue ran immediately looked happy, her eyebrows and eyes were open, and her handsome eyes brightened immediately. Her heart was like drinking honey, with a gentle smile, as if she was afraid of breaking open. She gently pulled her back and got on the horse cart together.

"Take off your clothes." When he got on the carriage and waited for him to sit down, he leaned against the couch on one side, and Mo Xuetong said impolitely.

Feng Jue ran was stunned at first, and then took joy on his face. Gu didn't hurt in his chest. He sat up quickly, took off his robe, and then lay down on his back. His enchanting eyes glittered like a shining ink Shining Stone. He stared at the ink snow pupil and smiled beautifully.

Seeing his joy and joy, Mo Xue's face turned red and he didn't dare to look at his gentle eyes again. He sat aside and stretched out his hand to pull his Chinese clothes. A pool of light blood was printed on the white Chinese clothes, like red plum in the snow, with a blazing person in the eye.

Feng Jue Ran's eyes fell on his skirt along her eyes, and then he found the blood on it. He immediately understood her meaning, stretched out his hand to hold her little hand and said gently, "but I love you?"

Mo Xuetong's face turned red and was wrongly opened by him. Her original intention was to bandage him again. She had to stretch out her hand to find that it was inconvenient for her two hands. Mo Xuemin's hand was very cruel, and her three fingers were pierced right through. Although Bai Yihao's medicine was very good, her fingers were connected with each other's heart. If she moved a little, she was painfully corrected.

The other hand was red and swollen. If it weren't for the rush carriage, Mo Xuemin couldn't control her strength, and her palm would be crushed by her.

Such two people were totally unable to dress up the wound for Feng Jue dye again. They looked at their hands with chagrin, sighed and tooted their cherry lips.

"Come here." Feng Jue ran completely understood what she meant. Her eyes were filled with joy and her hand moved. He carried Mo Xuetong's small body to one side and stretched out his hand to embrace her slender waist. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles. She turned over on her side, propped up her head with one hand and looked at her tightly. The smile on her lips was lazy and beautiful.

Looking at someone's big open chest, Mo Xuetong blushed with shame. Her small hands were still against Feng Jue's dyed chest. Her strong chest muscles made Mo Xuetong's face burn like a fire. At a loss, she closed her shy eyes, and her long eyelashes flashed and trembled twice.

There was a strong breathing sound in the air. Feng Jue ran was a little distracted. He just felt that the person in his arms was so beautiful that he hurt his bones. The eyes that would inadvertently turn people's souls away between the circulation were stained with Yingying's tenderness and doting. There was still a little evil and the appearance of happiness and anger.

His highness King Xuan, the most arrogant and romantic son of the eighth prince who shocked the world, is now just an ordinary affectionate man. He stared at his beloved daughter in his arms. His eyebrows were raised and he was overjoyed. He felt the care and shame of Mo Xuetong. Jueli's eyes were slightly restrained. The deeper the meaning of the corners of his mouth, he hugged Mo Xuetong and brought some points to his arms.