Chapter 107： No one will hurt Prince, if I hurt

The Magic Pavilion of Momo Che is very quiet, unlike the cold pavilion of Han Xuanhao, which is full of warm and red decorations, except for some calligraphy and painting are full of books, or it is difficult to find pen and ink. Don't have a taste.

Both belong to beautiful men and they are also very delicate, but Han Xuanhao belongs to the evil charm of male and female, while Momoche belongs to the gentle and gentle, and each has their own style but they are exclusive. Coquettish.

Huan Moche dived out to his subordinates, and there were only two people left in the whole hall. Huan Moche poured a glass of wine for Han Xuanhao himself. The sunny weather was covered by dark clouds, and even Huange changed. It's dark.

"What are you trying to do next to the prince?" Huan Moche asked with a smile. Wenrun, who was smiling brightly, was like a big brother next door to the sun, but everyone who knew Lumoche knew that the warmer he smiled, the more he felt in his heart. I want to kill.

Han Xuanhao watched the hostility of the left side in front of him, but he was always wary of himself, but today he has a lot of weird rejections.

"I don't understand what Master Zuo Xiang is saying. Of course, those who are slaves of the prince family must stay with the prince!" Han Xuanhao's white hands raised a wine glass and laughed, but those narrow eyes projected a cold light .

Magic Mo Che directly held Han Xuanhao ’s hand, and said when Han Xuanhao was about to start, “You are disguised very well. At least at the beginning, the son did n’t find that you were actually a male, but Han ’s momentum, It's too obvious that it's not what a blue house woman should have, and your eyes on the prince are too obvious. Do you really think that everyone is a fool? "

At first everyone was shocked by Han Xuanhao ’s beauty and did n’t think much about how to dress and dress there. But later, he slowly contacted him and was a careful person. So he clearly found out that this Han Xuanhao was different. The height was too high and The slender figure, flat breasts, and wide fingers and chest are not what a woman should have, and this Han Xuanhao often forgets to use his own voice to disguise him, so it is easy to see him. Gender.

Han Xuanhao took back his hand and smiled. "No matter whether the slave family is male or female, the slave family are all princes. Please also ask Master Zuo Xiang not to be trivial to the slave family!" He also looked at the direction of the prince's palace and complained. The meaning is obvious.

Huan Moche felt that he had never seen such a faceless and skinless man. Even if the man was dressed as a woman, even if he wanted to sue now, Huan Moche would not admit that he was envious.

"You can rest assured that my father has no interest in you at all!" Fang Moche said dissatisfied. "You haven't told my father, your attempt to stay with the prince?" Is it trying to be in power or the prince? In fact, Momo Che knew very well, but still asked.

Han Xuanhao glanced at Mo Che, and the softness of the pretending woman was more deceiving. "Of course, the slave family is the Prince. Otherwise, what kind of power can keep the slave family here? But ... What about living in this Prince's Mansion and doing so much for the Prince to enter the chapel? What is Master Zuo's picture? "

Obviously knowing how good Prince Edward is, obviously knowing that countless people, whether men or women, will fall in love with Prince Edward, but Han Xuanhao still has some headaches. He seems to have come to such a strong love rival before he has settled himself. When will the spring of China arrive?

Momo Che looked at the wine glass on the table with a slight smile. "Since Father Han already knows, why bother asking this boy? This boy is asking for a place beside the Prince, which does not seem to hinder him." , Father Han doesn't have to look at him like this! "

"A place? Are you sure that the Prince has a place in your mind?" Han Xuanhao taunted, not to mention that Momoche was accompanied by the Prince himself, and the Prince was only used to himself. Where is their status in the heart.

"Prince's heart doesn't have a place for me but there is no place for you. Everyone is the same, Prince is not you alone!" Fang Moche's face became cold, he was disgusted. Han Xuanhao always planned the Prince In his people.

"Oh, but the slave family now bears the identity of the prince, and you are just the minions of the prince!" Han Xuanhao put down his glass. "How good is the prince, but who can grab a seat in the heart of the prince?" Everyone has their own skills, but if you let the deity know that you have hurt the prince, Lord Zuo, the deity will make you regret it! "After leaving Han Xuanhao, he left the Magic Pavilion, and he still has many things to deal with, and I know today With Momo Che's mind, he didn't want to kill, but he was very clear that this person had a great use for the prince, and he must not harm any prince's interests.

Huan Moche drank the sake in the wine glass in his hand and almost choked himself, but the gentle voice whispered in the corner of his mouth, "I will not hurt any Prince, because I love him ..." A smile, sadness.

Since the unintentional moon event came, these days have been nested in the dorm, but Han Xuanhao and Hun Mo Che will come to the prince's dorm every day to visit the prince. Neither of them can enter for the first two days. The palace can only leave after standing outside for a while, and on the third day, I didn't want to let them in.

Hun Mo Che is very busy every day. There are so many things about her left side that she visits the prince's palace every morning for a while. She tells the prince about the events in the court hall and leaves. However, Han Xuanhao never came to the Prince's dormitory every day. He had to accompany the Prince every day to have a meal before being driven away by the Prince.

The two looked at the Prince's body and seemed relieved, but they were at ease with the old illness on the Prince.

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In the luxurious and spacious study room, a man in purple clothes sits at the desk and keeps reviewing the folder in his hand. From time to time, he picks up a writing brush and writes something on the folder, then puts it down and continues to the next folder. A touch of impatience.

The man in the purple clothes behaves elegantly, even if it is a gesture of criticizing the book, it is also fascinating. The purple robe on his body was gorgeous and not bad. The hem of the golden hem was incomparable to his nobleness. The thin waist was tied with a white jade belt, which looked dazzling and elegant.

"Lord, the letter from Lao Guo!" The distance went into the study immediately with the letter. Usually, the steady footsteps were also a little hurried. It was not that the distance was too fuss, but that the last time I received the letter from Prince Edward House but did not. Presented to the Lord in time. Until now, I still remember how cold his eyes were, and from then on, as long as he received the letter from the Prince of the State, he ran faster than anyone else, and it made many people in the King ’s Palace think that What's going on recently?

Nangong Qian put down his handkerchief and threw the writing brush in his hand and took the letter in the distance. After dismantling it, he carefully looked at the contents of the letter, but the more he looked at Nangong Qian's face, the colder it was. Even those phoenix eyes were fierce, which made the distance back a few steps quickly out of the study.

After reading the letter, Nangong Qian destroyed the letter and sat at the desk. He closed his eyes, but the eyebrow worry was obvious. Every time he received a message from the Prince of Pu State, it was just the daily life of some princes, even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, but this gave him a feeling of being with him.

However, today ’s letter says that the old prince had an old illness. He had been in the prince's house for several days and had not yet left the palace. Nangong Qian could not help remembering the strangeness and inconvenience of the prince on the rainy night. What happened to the prince? Becomes like this? Old illness? Why can't he take good care of himself so much? If Nangong Qian feels that if he is in front of himself, he must teach this bear child a good lesson.

"If there was no design to let Ye Yizhe leave!" Nangong Qian said with some blame. At that time, he was thinking of being jealous. He was afraid that when he left, Ye Yizhe would win the prince's heart, so he deliberately I tried to trouble Ye Yezhe to Nangong State with the voice of Nangong State Ye Yezhe, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen.

After a while, Nangong Qian opened his eyes and looked at the folds in front of him. It seems that he has to deal with these issues as soon as possible and go to Lao Country. If he does n’t see with his own eyes, how can Prince Nangong Qian be restless!

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A well-decorated room with a little burning incense, the decoration of the room was pure white, the white curtain was white, and there was a man in white. At this time, the man was holding the medicine in his hand and experimenting. Everywhere is serious and cautious.

The man in white looks obsessed with medicinal materials. His temperament is like Tianshan Snow Lotus, Liu Meixingmu, jade face, red lips, fair skin like snow, and the steep eyebrows are like icebergs on Tianshan Mountain. The coldness is amazing. , People can't wait to turn it into a medicinal material in his hands to get his attention.

"Come in!" Ye Yizhe's voice is as clean and clear as Xuelian. As long as he is studying medicine and medicinal materials, no one will dare to disturb, and only the subordinates will dare to disturb, and the small bag will disturb Yeyi at this time. Zhe knows exactly what happened.

The small bag walked into the room very frightened, afraid of disturbing the master, dropped the letter and walked out of the room quietly, stood outside the room and exhaled, feeling that he had walked out of the gate. Thinking that the master is not taking care of many things in business in recent days or researching medicinal materials for a long time without rest, but it is useless even to persuade himself. At this time, the small bag found that only the prince can make the master unique in this world. Already.

Ye Yizhe put down the medicinal materials in his hand and took out the zi to wipe his hands a bit annoyed. For so long, he still hasn't figured out how to harm the body and detoxify the prince. This has made Yeyi, which has always been medically explosive. Zhe was a little frustrated and anxious. He always remembered the young boy ’s cool lips, which became his dream every night.

The hand that wiped clean white as jade took the letter apart and looked at the corner of Ye Yizhe's mouth slightly at first, like the warm sun on the iceberg, but looked at Ye Yizhe and threw the letter away. Ye Yizhe, who was constantly irritable and had no emotions since childhood, was very uncomfortable.

After standing there for a long time, Ye Yizhe picked up the letter again, but when he saw that "Prince is now safe and sound", the irritability was slightly relaxed, and he began to wonder again. He clearly gave the Prince the pulse, In addition to the poisonous body, the Prince was too weak. Why didn't he find out that the Prince had old illnesses? Thinking of Ye Yizhe is even more dissatisfied with his medical skills. He is called a divine doctor by the world, but he can't even save the people who care most. Ye Yizhe is sulking.

However, after the suffocation erupted, Ye Yizhe went obediently to the medicinal materials and began to study. He couldn't help thinking that there was still someone waiting for himself to rescue him. He must solve the prince's poison, even the old illness. The Prince must be cured.

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The yellow sand in the sky and the high city walls blocked the enemy's footsteps. A simple tent lined up on the yellow sand ground dotted the landscape, even the scorching sun above it was very hot.

Among the tents in the middle and largest of all tents, a man in a black robe was constantly watching the distribution map in his hand. When the man hit a black brocade, he outlined his long and tall figure. The hair dangled naturally from the cheeks, and the eyes, as deep as the sea, were like black eyes, flashing the glacial cold luster, and the knife-like features, are words beyond description, so standing there, could not say elegant Dust, Junlang is like God.

When He Lanjin handed the letter to Leng Yufeng, his face was really weird. Although he also admired the prince and felt that the general's loyalty to the prince was a very wise thing, recently He Lanjin always felt that the general paid too much attention to the prince. This attention and beyond the relationship between the monarch and his prince faintly allowed He Lanjin. Feel wrong.

"Not yet!" Leng Yufeng said dissatisfied looking at He Lanjin who was still standing there.

He Lanjin immediately withdrew, but the doubts in his heart grew larger, but he couldn't figure it out. Forget it, He Lanjin felt that the general was a man with a sense of doing things, and he was too worried.

After taking the letter, Leng Yufeng had a momentary sacrifice of God. It seems that I haven't seen the Prince for a long time. I used to think that everything in this area is good, but now I think it's not good, because there is no young man named 殇 and unconscious, if not thinking His military skills can help the prince. He really wanted to see the prince.

After reading the letter, Leng Yufeng's eyebrows were not loosened. Thinking of the body of the prince, he felt that he didn't know the prince at an early age. When the prince was young, he protected the prince so that the prince would not After suffering so much, in the future, you should not miss the prince anyway, and you must protect the prince no matter what your identity is.

After destroying the letter, Leng Yufeng picked up the stationery and wanted to write a letter to the prince. However, Leng Yufeng didn't know she wrote it after taking it for a long time.

Prince? No, this title is too rusty.

Careless? No, this appellation is too decent, and you can't express your feelings at all.

Xiner? This is very good, but if the prince sees it, he may destroy himself, but he really likes this title. Xiner, Xiner, my Xiner ...

Leng Yufeng didn't write a word for a long time. She threw away the writing brush and walked out of the barracks directly to train soldiers. Today, the entire military camp is trembling with fear, because General Leng is mad to train the soldiers, let When the soldier saw General Leng, he wanted to run as much as he saw King Yan.