Chapter 1112

"But the princess --"

Mo Yi is still worried, and his eyes are not far away from the terrible black round wound on Princess Yunge's chest.

If it's not for the Millennium ice silkworm soft armor, it's really going to die!

Such a serious injury.

The princess has been growing up for so many years, but she has never suffered such terrible attack and serious injury!

Mo Yi looks at all heartache extremely!

"What? Mo Yi, are you not listening to my princess? "

Mo Yunge's face suddenly sank.

His face was pale, but now it's dark and ugly.

"I dare not." Mo Yi moved his face and saluted respectfully, bending down almost 90 degrees.

Mo Yi is 32 years old.

From the age of 15, he was selected to serve Mo Yunge. It has been 17 years now.

He would never disobey her.

Her orders and safety are more important than her own life.

Here, Mo Yunge's repulsion of the bodyguard group is equivalent to taking the initiative to give way. Mo Yan and purple fields there, absolutely no further approach to the truth.

You respect me, I respect you.

You push me one step, I push you ten.

This has always been the case.

Although Mo Yan is very disgusted with Mo Yunge, he has already taught her a lesson, and the identity of the other party is really special.

Mo Yan is not afraid to kill Mo Yunge and take responsibility.

He was afraid that after killing Mo Yunge, the purple family had just become emperor. Instead of getting the letter of appointment from Zhongzhou Empire, it would lead to Zhongzhou's devastating retaliation.

He's alone, and it's nothing to be watched by Empress mo.

But it's another matter if it involves the most important family members, such as zimucheng, zikun and so on.

"Xiaowu, step back."

Ziqianmo's idea is basically consistent with Mo Yan's.

She slowly raised her hand and made a stop sign.

"Yes."

Xuanwu used to be murderous, but now it's converging with the fastest speed, and a pair of mung bean eyes have regained their forever squinting and lazy appearance.

As a loyal subordinate of his Royal Highness the demon king, he never questioned his Highness's decision or the reason.

Xuanwu retreated a foot.

Just right. He retreated to the side of the Dragon chair and stayed with purple Mucheng.

Xuanwu and zimucheng looked at each other.

Purple Mu Cheng immediately sat straight waist, straight back.

Xuanwu lips slightly raised, heart: Yes, this is the emperor's appearance.

"Come here, Xuanyu doctor, and treat Princess Yunge of Zhongzhou."

Purple Mu Cheng voice.

This is the basic etiquette.

Mo Yunge is injured in Beilan. If he doesn't even call a doctor, it's really not decent.

The doctor came soon.

Together with Mo Yunge, he was led to the rest hall for medical treatment.

In the Jinluan hall, for a moment, peace was restored.

The smell of gunpowder completely disappeared.

All the civil and military officials breathed a sigh of relief.

A battle of gunpowder has been resolved.

It's just that——

Mo Yunge, supported by Mo Yi and before leaving the gate of Jinluan palace, did not forget to look back and take a look in the direction of Mo Yan.

This is a very deep look.

A pair of beautiful eyes, like a long hook, want to nail directly to Mo Yan's body, nail to his flesh and blood.

It's not hate.

But more meaningful things.

Even Mo Yunge himself is a little confused,