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"Don't you know who I am?" A rare stubborn, Mo Xin'er and Mo Ze dispute. She poked her hand at the position of her heart, thinking of her past, but she could no longer control her tears.

"Then you hate me?" Looking at Mo Xin'er's efforts to protect Nong Ying, Mo Ze's heart has a kind of unspeakable discomfort.

Mo Xin'er lowered his head. The more relatives quarreled, the more painful it was. Bending down, she held her knees and made a loud noise. It's not exactly what I mean. Why did it end like this?

"Enough," Nong Ying yelled.

He was willing to be slapped by Moze, not because of each other's identity, but because he felt that he was really wrong. Wrong is wrong, so he accepted the punishment.

But he didn't want to get mixed up with it because of other things. He is an orphan without father or mother, so he is responsible for all the decisions he makes.

"As you say, it's not wrong for you to run away from my woman?" Nong Ying scratched his hair in front of his forehead. He helped Mo Xin'er to dry the tears on his face. It's really not worth it to be sad about such a thing!

Women? Cold blooded careful look back to Mo Xuan, the other side's face suddenly changed. After hearing this, he felt uncomfortable. They were all half grown-up children. Isn't it good to talk about it now?

"Screw you, you can keep it all the time. Forget it, I don't want to fight with you today, internal injury... " In the middle of the quarrel, Moze took a breath and looked at his wound carefully.

Fortunately, the assassin didn't use poison.

Nong Ying covers his eyes with one hand. Mozer's temper is good or bad. Without Mo Xin'er, their conversation might be different.

They are all advantaged masters. How can they not compete with each other?

"Internal injury? Do you need help? "Nong Ying went to Moze, checked the injury, took out a bottle of hemostatic medicine from his body, and said:" your mother is coming soon, how do you say this injury? ".

"Skill is inferior to man, nothing to say," Mozer replied.

This answer is really hard, make shadow knot of hand suddenly hard, Moze then cold hum, but it is not to say anything. How he treats, he is how to return him, with this kind of person is also simple.

The relationship between these three people is very special. It's noisy and noisy on the surface, but there's a sense of propriety there, and no one can overstep it.

After an assassination, as the master of the palace, he should express something. Mo Xuan stands up and takes the initiative to let Mo Ze three people stay to repair. As for other things, he will gradually understand tonight.

Moze didn't retort. If he wasn't hurt, when Nong Ying arrived, he could consider looking for an inn.

"Go to clean up the room, prepare some clean clothes for them, and send them all the food..." , Mo Xuan thought for a while to arrange a way.

Now that he's awake, he doesn't have to pretend to be him anymore. There have been so many things in recent years that he needs time to meditate.

The light in the study didn't go out overnight. I don't know how long I read the letter. Mo Xuan finds a piece of paper in the book.

"If you don't give up the country or the city, just give up your heart. Qi Moxuan, Su Qingjiu... "

The older you get, the more sentimental it seems. Can ice live face, but can not ice live miss. Now, I have done everything you said, but where are you?

You say you hate Qi. You think that surname is a cage. So I refused the royal family name. Is it still a step late?

"Ha ha, without Qi Moxuan, there won't be su Qingjiu. Why, why...".

Chagrined for a while, and then fell asleep in the past, the study is quiet. Also, in this place, except for her, who can make some noise?

The folded paper, carefully smoothed, was put back into the book.

Mo Xuan washed his face again and again with cold water, remembering that he still had something to do. The three children he met yesterday, he felt that they were particularly predestined with him, and he believed that they would be connected in the future.

When he woke up in the morning, Mozer was hungry. But today's kitchen is no admittance, seems to be to celebrate something, everyone is busy.

Nong Ying sat on the chair and closed his eyes. He didn't ask for anything to eat, and he could hold back.

Mo Xin'er sits between Mo Ze and Nong Ying, looking on the left and on the right. From time to time, a maid comes by. This meal looks better than what they have eaten in recent days, but I don't know if it is prepared for them.

"You guys, who asked you to be here?" If you don't get a lesson, you'll be here first. Qingling doesn't suppress his anger when he sees that there is no one in the main seat.

Green cover body, plain waist a bunch, not surplus a grip, women's body can be said to be excellent. Under the jade neck, the chest is slightly exposed, half covered, and the red lips and corners of the mouth are already making people restless.

Yes, that's the feeling.

"Why are you again?" Mozer spoke with obvious impatience. He didn't really want to understand the identity of the other party."Why can't it be me?" Qingling took a squint at Moze. It's this little devil who has been having a hard time with her. She's going to drive them away today and won't let them spoil her.

If you want to talk about a quarrel, it depends on who it is. Just like the man next to you, mozedo is not willing to say a word. He doesn't want to guess each other's purpose, which has nothing to do with him.

When eating with vegetables in soup, Mo Xin'er, who didn't want to use chopsticks first, began to eat. For the master of the palace, she is still net weight, but for some people in the palace, she can't stand it.

"You, you, who let you move your chopsticks!" After teaching Moze a lesson, Qingling talks about Mo Xin'er again, ignoring her one by one.

Mo Xin'er becomes a bowl of soup for Mo Ze, and then prepares for Nong Ying. Make shadow also not much say what, eat quickly directly.

As for his thought, it was simpler. No matter where he was, as long as Mo Xin'er gave it, he accepted it.

"Who are you?" Qingling then turns to Nong Ying. The identity of Mo Ze and Mo Xin'er is obvious. She can't make things end in front of everyone.

Sniffing the smell in the air, Nong Ying turns back vigilantly and looks up and down at Qingling.

Qingling covers her chest with both hands. The other person is younger than her, but it can't be said that she is too young. Her eyes are strange, and her anger is burning.

"You, what are you looking at?"

"I remember your smell. You wanted to kill me last night. Let's do it." with the umbrella as the sword, nongying stabbed Qingling directly. Even this woman, he didn't like it.

"What are you doing? "Sick", Qingling reaction is not urgent, had to use his arm to block the shadow of the umbrella.