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Yue Molu wanted to enter, but he could not do anything as he wanted to leave. In the end, the two groups of people faced each other.

Yue Molu stared closely at her who was in his embrace, his pale face didn't have a single trace of blood, his eyes were tightly shut, and a coat of helplessness was draped over his body. Still, he saw her tiny breathing. He turned his head and looked at Mo Chuyao. When he saw that her breathing was also extremely weak, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she was still alive. Yue Mo Lu exhaled, and his tensed heart relaxed a little. As long as she was alive, he would be satisfied. He had thought of many things along the way. Once she died, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. However, the culprit was himself. He suddenly felt that he hated himself to death, why did he leave them there in a fit of anger, and even allowed the guards to send them to the next cell.

They definitely hated him to death.

It turned out to be the prince. However, his voice carried ridicule and his tone was cold.

Yue Molu looked at the jacket that Mo Ningxue was wearing, and it looked a little bad. So it was Musician Naihe, where did we not meet?

If your highness had nothing else to do, he would probably be absent. Little Six, let's go. However, there was a trace of anxiousness in his voice.

Wait a minute, these two, stay. Yue Molu saw that Mo Chuyao, who was being embraced by Little Six who was behind her, was already on her last breath.

Stay? Would the prince put them in a cell? However, he was frowning and his expression was cold.

Yue Molu was startled, then a deep worry flashed past his eyes. He looked at Mo Ningxue, who was in her arms, for a long time, and spat out a few words.

Unfortunately, his voice was cold. If the prince were to continue blocking, the odds were against him.

Mo Ningxue opened her eyes. She hated him, if it was just her, then maybe she wouldn't hate him so much, she hated him because of Mo Chuyao, how much did Chuyao's master care about her, yet she abandoned her like this.

She looked at Yue Molu. Chuyao has already, been expelled by you, we don't want to live under someone else's roof, you want to pursue the matter of punishment, I, we —

Chu Qing.

Snowy!

However, there was a rare look of nervousness on his face, and in Yue Molu's opinion, it was extremely awkward.

If you can't save them, come find This King. Yue Molu opened up a path, watching helplessly and Lil 'Six carrying the two of them and leaving —

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"Your Highness, this is bad!" A guard from the palace saw that the Prince had returned and ran towards him.

What is it? Yue Molu frowned, he wanted to find out who put them in the lower grade cells.

Prince, Miss Mo Family is more severe. The guard's voice shook Yue Molu, and his heart suddenly trembled. Didn't they just split up, could it be —

Which Mo Family young lady? When Shenfeng saw the prince's dead body, he lightly coughed. He was truly surprised to see the prince in such a state of panic.

It was Miss Mo Zhiling Mo. The guard was confused and quickly replied.

Only then did Yue Molu heave a sigh of relief. He went to take a look.

Shen Feng shook his head. "My prince, you were such a precious baby for Miss Mo Zhiling in the past, but now that you heard that she was seriously ill, why are you still acting so relaxed?" Don't you know how deep you are?

Prince, Mo, Miss Mo seems to be at her wit's end. One of the maidservants was trembling as she looked abnormally scared. She was afraid that the prince would be displeased and slap her in the face.

Go down first, This King will take a look. Yue Molu strode into the room, leaving the startled servant standing there.

Prince. The imperial physician stood there, shaking his head.

Yue Molu nodded. How is she?

The imperial physician was surprised and flattered. In front of this prince, how could he speak? This prince was a genius doctor — —

In reply to your highness, Miss Mo Zhiling seems to have lost too much blood.

Yue Molu nodded, then you can leave, I'll do it here.

Looking at the pale face on the bed, he sighed and took her pulse.

What was going on? Why was his pulse so weak this morning? A trace of doubt flashed through his mind, but in his dreams, the flute was playing with Mo Zhiling. Although reality has never been realized.

Raising her hand, he helped her to cross the Holy Qi and heal her injuries.

Prince. Mo Zhiling opened her eyes, a smile plastered on her pale face. Is the spirit dying?

Yue Molu shook his head. With this king here, his spirit would not die. In his heart, he suddenly thought of Mo Ningxue's stubborn eyes. He did not know what happened between his and Chuyao.

Your Highness, the spirit has a presumptuous request. Mo Zhiling grabbed Yue Molu's hand, a trace of bitterness sweeping across his pale face.

Yue Molu nodded, please speak.

It was said that her uncle kicked her out of the Mo Family house because of's assassination attempt on her. Now that the two of them were imprisoned, they received a lesson, and the spirit wanted to beg for forgiveness. Mo Zhiling did not seem to know the meaning behind her words, it was pitiful and seemed to be extremely sincere.

Yue Molu nodded his head, he was a little surprised, you don't blame the two of them? He suddenly suspected that the black-clothed man from that day had lured him out, and then framed Mo Ningxue. Thus, overall, Mo Zhiling's injuries were extremely suspicious. Unfortunately, he had no proof.

Mo Zhiling smiled. The spirit of the palace was no longer strange, it was because it liked the prince, and was still young, if the prince liked the little sister, he would also take her in as his concubine. The spirit of the mansion would become his concubine, the spirit of the palace would become his concubine, and the spirit of the mansion would become his baby — She bit her lower lip, and nervously looked at Yue Molu's reaction.

Yue Molu revealed a surprised expression, could she really endure it?

Your Highness doesn't believe me? Mo Zhiling laughed bitterly, it can't be that the king wants a spirit that he doesn't want, right?

Yue Molu retracted his gaze and said weakly. Why would I want to go and see her?

Mo Zhiling nodded her head, at the moment, her spirit was fine, the king should go see her.

Looking at his retreating back, she sneered. He had said that she would unconditionally support him, so how could she not leave a shadow in his heart? Using retreat to advance was a good plan!

Your highness, the Lord is treating the two ladies. He said that he would not see guests for three days. Lil 'Six lowered his head and stood respectfully in front of the door.

Do you think your martial arts are stronger than mine? Yue Molu snorted, with a wave of his hand, he swept the little six away.

You. However, when he saw that Yue Molu had returned, his expression became ugly.

I'll take the two of them. After Yue Molu finished speaking, he walked over to Mo Ningxue's side and checked, she has a fever?

He was also extremely busy. To be honest, he was really too busy treating two people. However, if he had to save one of them, he would have definitely chosen Mo Ningxue.

I took her. After Yue Molu finished speaking, he carried Mo Ningxue and walked out.

Stop. However, a hint of determination appeared in his eyes. In three days, I can make her perfectly fine.

Yue Molu smirked. In two days, I will let her be perfectly fine. After saying that, his face fell into a daze.

Seeing that she was still wearing the dirty clothes, Yue Molu frowned, although he had no choice but to remove the torn and tattered jacket. However, just from looking at the clothes, there were traces of tearing. Moreover, his back was full of whipping scars, exposing a large area of his skin.

Yue Molu's pupils constricted as he placed his hands on Mo Ningxue's temples and probed this segment of memories — —

His fists were clenched so tightly that creaking sounds could be heard. He would definitely make the person who had whipped her beg for death.

However, he also didn't want Mo Ningxue to be unhappy with this memory in the future, so he casually wiped it away —

After taking off her dirty clothes, her smooth and smooth body was in his embrace. He carried her and entered the Cold Pond once more, and brought her back because he didn't want to do anything to see her body. A possessive desire drove him. Only by putting her by his side would he feel at ease.

He embraced her in his arms, a sense of satisfaction rising in his heart. Feeling the warmth coming from her body, he let her sit on his lap. She was in his embrace, but he could only meditate in peace.

He slowly moved his hand over her palm to help her cross the Holy Qi. Seeing that she was still unable to absorb it, he could only bend his body to press his lips against hers.

How many times had he been able to cross her lips like this? His heart suddenly wanted to protect her forever in his arms.

You pervert — Mo Ningxue's memories of the prison warden were dug up, but she still reacted subconsciously, she suddenly jumped out of the water and punched Yue Molu in the chest, but she was not able to recover. Furthermore, the pressure in the water was too much, this punch of hers had only touched her for a moment and she did not have the strength to do so.

Yue Molu:...

I can't help but find it funny that she would have such a big reaction. If Second Miss Mo is awake and can heal her own injuries, then she will be lucky to be with this duke. She had been soaking in this place for an entire day and night. It was time for her to wake up.