Chapter 221

What kind of person is worth waiting for? What is the identity of people, can let night Mo Chen to wait?

Although he was absent for several years, Ziyan still saw clearly in the three years he had been together. Except for her, yemochen had the same attitude towards anyone, which was just no attitude.

But

Ziyan doesn't want to admit it, but she has to admit that Yemo Chen has a different attitude towards the evil doctor.

Is it the evil doctor?

Ziyan was startled by her guess. At the same time, her mind was more firm.

Ziyan nodded cleverly and said, "Lord, Ziyan is really hungry."

"Well, you wait here. I'll bring you the porridge." This kind of thing, night Mo Chen feels that he will be relieved to do, but it's not that he doesn't believe anyone else.

Ziyan nodded again.

Night Mo Chen turned and went out.

As for porridge, he asked people to prepare it early and keep it warm all the time. He can go now and carry it directly.

When he came back, Ziyan sat there cleverly. Yemo Chen was in a better mood. Sure enough, Ziyan was still so cute.

Ziyan has been observing Yemo Chen. Naturally, she didn't miss the color in her eyes. Therefore, she is in a better mood.

Ziyan is so simple. She only knows Yemo Chen in her world, and she doesn't know anyone else. Therefore, Yemo Chen has a different meaning to her.

Night Mo Chen will porridge to purple smoke to blow good delivery in the past: "you drink first, at this moment, first eat less, you can eat several times."

Ziyan gently finished the small bowl of porridge. Yemochen took the bowl and put it on. He said: "take a rest, then drink the medicine, and have a good rest."

Ziyan nodded again.

Yemo Chen is very satisfied with Ziyan's cleverness. He accompanies Ziyan in the tent for a while. He estimates that the time is almost up, and then he gets up and goes out.

"Ziyan, wait a moment. I'll take the medicine to you."

The medicine has been boiled for a long time. It's warming all the time. The temperature is just right. Just go to get it and drink it.

Yemo Chen's speed is very fast, and it's only a moment. He watched Ziyan drink the medicine with his own eyes, and when his lips left the bowl, he sent a candied fruit: "it's not bitter to eat this."

Purple smoke a while moved, in the heart of the mustard and less.

Night Mo Chen accompanied Ziyan for a while, but he was more and more worried about the frost, so he didn't stay any longer.

He helped Ziyan lie down on the bed and said gently, "Ziyan, you should have a good rest first."

"Lord, will you stay with Ziyan?" Ziyan pulls the hand of Yemo Chen and asks expectantly.

Yemo Chen comforted Ziyan: "Ziyan, I still have some things to deal with, so I'm afraid I can't accompany you all the time. You can sleep peacefully. Ziyan and they are guarding outside. I won't go too far. I will come as soon as there is any news."

"But Ziyan is still a little afraid." Purple smoke's eyes are full of fear.

"Don't be afraid! My king is here to watch over you. When you fall asleep, I will go

"Can't the Lord not leave?" Asked Ziyan.

Night Mo Chen shook his head: "Ziyan, I have my own business to deal with. I can't be with you all the time."

Ziyan nodded: "Ziyan knows, Ziyan is too wayward."

Night Mo Chen kneaded the hair of rub purple smoke, way: "this king certainly will come back soon."

Ziyan nodded cleverly: "en!"

The night Mo Chen looks at the purple smoke, accompanies the purple smoke, until the purple smoke spreads even breathing sound, he just stands up and leaves.

What night Mo Chen doesn't know is that he just left, Ziyan opened her eyes, she didn't have any hesitation to get up and follow up.

Night Mo Chen went straight to the frost tent, Ziyan stood outside the tent and listened to the movement inside.

As soon as Yemo Chen went in, Mo Wanfeng picked his eyebrows and said, "I thought it would be a while before you could figure it out and come here."

Ye Mo Chen said: "I thought I could not come all the time. I didn't expect that I could not."

Mo Wanfeng takes a puff from the corner of his mouth, but the look in Mo Chen's eyes at night is more profound. Is it true that ah Chen is right to Rushuang

"How is she?" Night Mo Chen open-minded mountain asked.

Mo Wanfeng looked at the moon like frost and said truthfully, "the fever has gone down, and the situation is basically stable."

Yemo Chen came forward. Yueru Shuang's face was pale, but it didn't show the abnormal red halo as before. Her hair wet with sweat was almost dry. Looking at the wound on her body, it was almost stable. At least, it didn't get worse.

The night Mo Chen in the heart again rose a feeling of indescribable, a group of imperial doctors at a loss, but, a three-year-old child unexpectedly to control the situation, a person who was declared dead, so was rescued. Is the level of the imperial doctors too low, or is the three-year-old's medical skill too high?Looking back, yuezichen is still asleep in Qingzhu's arms. His eyebrows are frowning, obviously not very stable. His young face is still a bit tired. It seems that he is really involved.

A touch of heartache rises from his heart. Yemo Chen subconsciously reaches out to touch yuezi Chen's face. However, before he meets yuezi Chen's face, he is grasped by Mo Wanfeng.

Of course, Mo Wanfeng just let go of Yemo Chen in an instant.

Night Mo Chen raised his eyes and looked at Mo Wanfeng, Mo Wanfeng said: "it's rare to persuade him to sleep for a while. As soon as people have just fallen asleep, you should not disturb him. Although your action can be lighter, who can guarantee that you won't wake him up."

Night Mo Chen obviously Leng for a while, then, way: "is this king abrupt."

Outside, Ziyan's hand was shaking. She kept thinking, what kind of person can make such a proud man like yemochen fall in love with her, even willing to stop. It turned out that it was him?

Ziyan's face changed, and his heart began to ache.

Lord, is this child really your son? Have you really decided to recognize this son? So, where do you put Ziyan? Have you ever thought about Ziyan?

Ziyan looks at Yemo Chen's hand, turns around and goes to the bed. Then she sits in front of the bed and reaches out to the person on the bed gently.

Who is the person lying on the bed? Wang Ye was so careful. His movements were so gentle that he was afraid that a little effort would hurt people?

Even to her, the Lord has never been like this.

Jealousy, purple smoke began to jealousy, the anger and unwilling heart more like snowball like rolling bigger and bigger.

No way! The Lord is hers, no one can take it away!