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Mo Ningxue and Mo Chuyao arrived at the helpless palace and saw him playing the zither in the bamboo forest. Seeing Mo Ningxue, his eyes softened. There were two additional stone chairs on the ground.

Mo Ningxue and Mo Chuyao did not hold back and took the initiative to sit on the stage. Here, Mo Ningxue always felt that she was not too restricted. The feeling of the two of them being together was like that of friends. But when interacting with Yue Molu, she would feel uncomfortable.

Why are you guys here? However, he was slightly surprised when he ordered someone to prepare the tea.

Big brother, big sister and I came to see you. Oh right, do you have anything to bandage? Her sister was injured. Mo Chuyao remembered the wound on Mo Ningxue's hand and quickly said.

Injured? But he had to pull Mo Ningxue away, how was she injured? The eagerness in his eyes was obvious.

Mo Chuyao covered his mouth and laughed, but she couldn't do anything brother. It was his sister's hand, and she accidentally scraped against the bamboo leaves.

Mo Ningxue was a little embarrassed, but in the next second, she was grabbed by her hands and looked at him carefully.

Mo Chuyao panicked and looked at Mo Ningxue. Big sister? What was going on?

Mo Ningxue had no choice but to give a rough outline of the content. Of course, she had automatically filtered the air, so she felt that saying such a thing out would cause her to feel ashamed.

However, he frowned and found a bandage to bandage her wound. Chu Qing, leave this matter to me. I will avenge you.

Mo Ningxue was a little embarrassed, how could she bother Master.

Didn't I already say, what can you do if you call me? Recently, I've been busy with the emperor's birthday feast and haven't had the time. However, I was just about to go look for you.

Why are you looking for me? Mo Ningxue did not understand.

I want to see if you have any song for His Majesty's birthday party. I haven't had any inspiration lately. However, there was a faint blush on his handsome face and a faint hope in his eyes.

Mo Ningxue nodded, I can think of a few pieces of the song, see if there's anything that's satisfied.

Good. However, he nodded.

Mo Chuyao pouted her small mouth, a little dissatisfied. However, Big Brother, Big Sister, you two have forgotten about Chuyao.

Black lines appeared on Mo Ningxue's body. What role would she give to a big girl like her? It was as if someone was knocking on a cup or bowl. She suddenly remembered the music that came out of the Happy Birthday Song. Or was there someone singing, someone singing, and if it was a little girl, it might have been better?

Mo Ningxue chose < Happy Birthday! >. The tune was relaxed, but if it was sung by Mo Chuyao, would the effect be good?

Mo Ningxue played the flute, but it couldn't be helped.

The three of them practiced until the afternoon before preparing to leave.

Mo Ningxue and Mo Chuyao returned after eating dinner. Mo Chuyao sent her to the small wooden bridge and left.

Mo Ningxue was in a good mood as she sang her sweet song and entered the house. It was already dark inside, and these few days, how late had it been for her to enter the house?

Coal balls? Where did he die? Did he go out to pick up girls? She was so tired that her shoulders felt sore. She took off her shoes and threw herself onto the bed.

A person on the bed moaned. Mo Ningxue was shocked, she knew that she had pressed him down, and the person below him was the cold-blooded Duke.

Just as she wanted to get up, she was carried by the person on the bed. She flipped over and pressed against his body. His entire body was ice-cold, and there seemed to be a faint smell of alcohol.

Wang, Wang, I'm sorry, you didn't light the lamp, I didn't know you were here. Mo Ningxue quickly admitted her wrongs, and her face filled with flattery.

Yue Molu squinted. Mo Ningxue, where did you go today?

Ah? Chuyao and I went over there to do something. Mo Ningxue told the truth, she did not feel that anything was amiss.

His eyes flashed. She was very honest, why would she let him run away when there was nothing to do?

Mo Ningxue had not finished speaking when his hand was pulled up. Seeing the clean and tidy white gauze on the back of her hand, he became even more furious.

So it turns out that the Musician Naihe was the one who bandaged you up. Her tone was sour, no matter how you looked at it, it sounded like a grudging woman. Did she not know that he could cure her?

Mo Ningxue pushed him, could he not get down from the stage again? He had suppressed himself to such an ambiguous state. And it was hot. She could feel the heat coming off him.

Seeing that she was struggling slightly, his eyes darkened slightly as he lowered his head.

She was very cooperative, at least she stopped resisting, and also very cooperative in her response. Every time he took the opportunity to give her a bit of sweetness, spitting out a bit of Holy Qi to let her feel it. Today, he didn't want to. He plundered the city, and with his domineering tossing and turning of interactions with her, her breathing became noticeably more rapid.

He ran his hand up and down her back, down her waist, trying to untie her belt.

She stiffened. Why didn't she seem to be able to inhale anything today? Moreover, he actually dared to bite her? She weakly opened her eyes. When she felt his hand on her waist, seemingly carrying some motive, she froze.

His tongue cleverly pry open her teeth, intruding into her domain. For the first time, she felt her body go numb and she lost all her strength. She felt as if she could do whatever he wanted with him.

The melodious sound of a flute seemed to carry the calmness of a lake. This made Mo Ningxue's eyes clear up. She also opened her eyes and felt a little awkward.

She really wanted to ask if she was kissing or breathing in air, but seeing that Yue Molu's clear eyes didn't seem to carry any emotions, she felt that it was unnecessary to ask.

The night was very quiet.

Yue Molu watched as Mo Ningxue slept soundly, and then, with a flip of her hand, she walked out.

He followed her out. Sure enough, an ink-black corner of his clothes disappeared into the bamboo forest. Yue Molu followed and chased after them.

He chased after him and a black shadow wearing a mask flashed into the bamboo forest.

On the second day, the mansion was in chaos. Miss Mo Zhiling was in trouble.

When Yue Molu rushed over, he saw the fresh blood on Mo Zhiling's chest. She was already on his last breath, Yue Molu squinted his eyes, and quickly used the Holy Qi to protect her heart veins. He carefully insisted on inserting the dagger into her wound, and the dagger was already found inside the house.

But, who had ambushed her?

Prince. Mo Zhiling's face was pale white, was her spirit about to die?

Yue Molu was startled. No way, I will save you. But who hurt you?

Mo Zhiling's face was filled with fear, even the spirit of the Little Demon Empress did not know, she only saw a figure, it was too, too dark. The Spirit grabbed her right wrist.

Yue Molu nodded and gave her a pill. Don't worry, I will find out.

In a short moment, all the servants in the mansion were gathered in the main hall, waiting for the prince to examine their wrists.

Mo Ningxue looked at Mo Chuyao. Chuyao, why are you so early?

Big sister, Miss Soul Watch is in trouble. Mo Chuyao was taking pleasure in her misfortune, as she found out that her master was looking for the culprit.

Mo Ningxue rubbed the wound on his wrist, and said, Oh, did you find it?

Mo Chuyao's eyes widened in astonishment. You, are your spirit cousin?

Mo Ningxue was surprised, Chuyao, are you confused?

But, but-- Mo Chuyao paced back and forth anxiously.

What's wrong? Mo Ningxue seemed to have also realized the seriousness of the situation.

Elder sister, Mo Zhiling just woke up. She said that the murderer's wrist was scratched by her, and now master is checking the wound on his wrist! Mo Chuyao was so anxious that she started to spin.

Mo Ningxue's eyes widened. Chuyao, did you speak the truth? However, I don't know how I got the wound on my wrist. Am I sleepwalking? She shook her head. Impossible. Could it be that she truly hated Mo Zhiling from the bottom of her heart, and wanted to kill her even in her dreams?

Elder sister, you have to hide. Mo Chuyao thought about what would happen if her master knew that she was the one who hurt Mo Zhiling.

Chuyao, you don't believe me? Mo Ningxue's face paled. I didn't know that I hurt her before, I don't remember. I went to sleep last night.

It was his master. When Mo Chuyao saw that Yue Molu had finished inspecting the servants and was walking over, he became anxious. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and used her left hand to fiercely scratch a mark.

Chuyao. Mo Ningxue was shocked, she wanted to bandage her head, but she shook her head and wiped the blood off her wrist, using the Holy Qi to force the blood dry.

You two are perfect, what are you both doing here? Yue Molu frowned in surprise and sat down by the stone table.