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Furthermore, after Mo Qingfeng was threatened, his heart was in turmoil, and it would be easy to protect himself, so it would not be difficult to knock him out or beat him to death. However, after this matter, not only would he have to implicate his elder brother, even his grandfather's family would be implicated. However, even if he died, he could not give it to him. He stuck out his tongue and was about to bite down on it.

"If something were to happen to Qingfeng, who shall we find to be buried for you?"

Mo Qingfeng felt a stifling sensation in his chest. He felt dizzy, supporting himself on the corner of the table with his hands, his eyes wishing that he could pierce a hole in his body. Nangong Kai Ran laughed and raised his hand to pick up his chin, seeing his wronged and angry look, he was happy all over, he could not help but feel like his fat lips were going to land on Mo Qingfeng's mouth.

Mo Qingfeng pushed him away and leaned forward, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. In the darkness before him, he sat on a chair, unable to topple over. The blood dripped onto the snow-white front lapel and dripped off the top of his head, causing Nangong KaiRan to suddenly have an erection. He could no longer control himself and rushed over to hug him, rubbing his back as he tried to untie his belt, "My darling, I missed you so much."

Mo Qingfeng's body stiffened, he did not struggle at all and coldly replied, "Your Majesty wants me? Or do you want to rape a corpse? "

Nangong Kai Ran who was still unbuckling his belt suddenly stopped, looking at his pale white face he laughed: "Qing Feng, what do you mean by that?"

Mo Qingfeng stood up and slowly walked to the bedside to sit down. He took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the dragon bed, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips and laughed coldly: "Your Majesty, have you not seen me vomit blood? This subject has yet to recover from his internal injuries. If I do not circulate my power to recuperate at this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to serve His Majesty in the future. "

Although there was not the slightest trace of emotion in his words, but in the end, he still gave in. In his heart, Nangong Kai Ran was comforted. Mo Qingfeng wasn't lying when he was injured. At this moment, seeing him spitting out blood, Mo Qingfeng didn't dare to rashly make a move against him. If he were to accidentally kill Mo Qingfeng, it would truly be a loss. He could only walk over and take a look. Although he didn't know any martial arts, he had heard that those who practiced martial arts could heal themselves if they had deep cultivation. However, he didn't dare to touch Qin Lie as he was afraid that Qin Lie would hurt him with his inner force.

In fact, Mo Qingfeng didn't really know how to use his own techniques to heal his injuries. Back then, when he was young, he was very good at roaming the Jianghu, and everyone in the Jianghu knew of his Master's reputation and family background. Mo Qingfeng hadn't received any injuries before he had met Qin Xiaoliu. When his master wanted to teach him how to treat his injuries, he found it annoying to not have learned how to live with Dan Rong. At this moment, he could only circulate his zhenqi for a few days to suppress the anger and frustration in his heart. He could only hope that the old pervert would lose his excitement and become impatient as long as he could delay.

At this point, Nangong Kai Ran had no choice but to shoot, but did not dare to touch him, and probed: "Do you want to find a doctor to treat Qingfeng?"

"This official was injured by Iron Palm, the imperial physician will not treat me."

"So it's like that — why don't we call the top martial artists among the guards over for you to take a look?"

Mo Qingfeng knew that he wouldn't give up so easily, so he nodded his head after thinking for a moment, "Alright, let the Emperor investigate and see who in this palace knows how to use Iron Palm."

Nangong Kai Ran called for Chen Deng and after giving him some instructions, Chen Deng agreed to leave. In a short while, he brought a young eunuch with a delicate and pretty face. The young eunuch was carried to the soft couch, his obscene voice ringing incessantly in his ears. Mo Qingfeng felt his entire body heat up when he heard this. He used both hands to cover his ears, not wanting to listen. His heart pounded and he felt as though it was about to jump out of his chest. Fortunately, after the time it took to make two cups of tea, the sound of a dead pig panting could be heard. After a while, the young eunuch staggered out unsteadily.

He can't even live anymore, yet he's still so lustful. I hope that he doesn't have any interest in me after this. Mo Qingfeng had a sliver of hope in his heart.

Nangong Kai Ran put on his clothes and slowly walked in front of Mo Qingfeng. He took out a paper package from under the mattress, poured the powder into a teacup and took a sip. Mo Qingfeng didn't know what he was drinking, and hoped that he would taste the wrong poison to be poisoned to death. Yet, he was afraid of being implicated. He looked at Nangong Kairen with a conflicted expression.

After all, Nangong Kai Ran was not young, sitting on a stool, he asked seriously: "Qing Feng, do you hate me?"

"This official dares not." Mo Qingfeng didn't know what the other party was up to.

"You said that you didn't dare, but you didn't say that you didn't hate him. This is truly my sorrow, no one will speak the truth to me. They were all afraid of me, but they had no choice but to be respectful on the surface. Qingfeng, you are the same. "Isn't it?"

"Everything in the world has its pros and cons. His Majesty has enjoyed all the prosperity in the mortal world, but he is at a height where the cold cannot overcome. Only you know your loneliness." Although Mo Qingfeng didn't know what Mo Qingfeng wanted to do, it was still good to be able to talk with him to delay time. Mo Qingfeng didn't lie to him and immediately began to argue with him.

"Qingfeng, then tell me, what is the meaning of wealth and glory?"

"Is His Majesty not rich and prosperous now?"

Nangong Kai Ran smiled and shook his head, "We only have wealth, but not glory."

"This subject doesn't know what His Majesty is referring to."

"You will know in the future that I am not happy. Today, no one has ever spoken to me like this, only you. You make me have to look at you in a new light, and I have to love you. "Qingfeng, don't hate me. I will teach you how to enjoy the endless joy of the world."

Mo Qingfeng saw that Qin Wentian's attention was still on him. He didn't know how to reply, but the current Nangong Kai Ran was completely different from the past.

Seeing that he did not say a word, Nangong Kai Ran did not move, walked over and looked at his face, and gently asked: "Is Qingfeng better now? How is your recovery going? "

He suddenly thought of something and looked at the zither on the table, forcing himself to laugh and say: "This subject's mind is now distracted, I am unable to think of a single thought, could the Emperor play another song to help Qing Feng circulate his energy?"

Nangong Kai Ran laughed loudly, "Seems like Qingfeng wants to be my close friend." He was extremely confident in his zither skills, and upon hearing Mo Qingfeng's words, he was brimming with pride. He sat down and played a tune of < < High Mountains and Running Water > >.

Mo Qingfeng had no choice but to admit that this Nangong Kai Ran's skills had already reached the pinnacle, and he feared that it would be difficult to find someone on par with him in this world. Even though Mo Qingfeng hated him to the extreme, he could not help but be attracted by the sound of the zither and closed his eyes to listen carefully. He thought to himself: If I burn a pot of white sandalwood and stew a pot of Longjing and change this fat pig into a heart of ice, what a beautiful scene that would be. Back in the day, they had done a lot of things to help each other. Back then, everyone had praised them as the divine couple. Bing Xin also waited for him to redeem her, but he was not the same tree. Bing Xin did not leave the Hundred Blossom House in a single breath, and he could not bear it. He had to use many forces to protect her innocence. The bawd was not an idiot, the money that Bing Xin earned from chatting, playing chess and playing the zither was definitely not less than the other girls. She also didn't want to offend Mo Qingfeng, so a year passed just like that. It wouldn't be too late to wait until Mo Qingfeng grew annoyed with Bing Xin, then she would thank Mo Qingfeng for allowing her to obtain rare goods. Indeed, Bing Xin did not disappoint. Although she had an awkward time with Mo Qingfeng, Mo Qingfeng had managed to attract a lot of attention.

Thinking about Bing Xin, Mo Qingfeng sighed heavily. If it wasn't for his extraordinary upbringing, if he was like the others, how could he have rejected a girl like Bing Xin? But if he was with Bing Xin, how could he know Little Qin? The fate in the world was truly wonderful. Thinking of Little Qin, his lips curved up in a smile. This dead man would definitely think of a way to save him. However, if she were to participate, it would be hard to ensure that her relationship with him would not be exposed. Sigh, this dead man, how could he be willing to sacrifice himself to save me without taking revenge. The only person in the world that could make her disregard everything was probably her foster father!

While Mo Qingfeng was lost in his thoughts, the sound of the zither had already stopped. Nangong Kai Ran turned his head and saw that he was not paying attention to his playing, so he asked unhappily, "Qingfeng, how was my playing?"

Mo Qingfeng smiled disdainfully, "His Majesty's skills are something that no one in this world can compare to."

When Nangong Kai Ran heard this he was very pleased, but then he changed the topic, "What a pity, at most the Emperor can only be considered a craftsman, he will not be passed on to the future generations."

"Oh? "Qingfeng's words seem to contradict each other. Tell me how I was born and can't pass it on to the future generations." Nangong Kai Ran was a bit annoyed, he was very clear on the quality of his zither. Which musician in the palace was not a top tier expert, yet they were all willing to admit defeat in front of him. Mo Qingfeng had said that he was at most a craftsman, which was more difficult for him to accept than saying that he was an idiot.