Chapter 467： It’s too heavy

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Chapter 467 is too heavy to start

"The emperor brother is too heavy! This is not to let the night Jun Qing want to live, can't die!" Duan Wutong heard the sound, Liu Mei was close, and the jade hand in the sleeve clenched his fist.

"Princess..." Jingyue licked his chest and his forehead was sweating. Duan Wutong was stunned, and Fang took out a purple pill from his arms and sent it to Jingyue’s mouth.

"When you go down, there is something in the emperor's brother, be sure to inform the palace." Duan Wutong waved, Jingyue did not dare to neglect, and left the moon palace.

And said that Yao Mozhen and Yin Xuecai entered the holy city, they were taken to the secluded court by Duan Wutong's eyeliner. Originally, Yao Mozhen’s idea was to directly negotiate with Nanqiang. As long as she released the night Junqing, she could agree to any condition of Duan Shiming, and Yin Xue repeatedly blocked it. Yao Mozhen barely waited until the night.

"No! If you stop the palace, this palace will cure your sin!" Yao Mozhen could not imagine what kind of torture the night Junqing was suffering, and immediately got up and rushed out of the main hall, which happened to meet the rushing section of Wutong .

"Yuyue Princess? You came just right, Mo Zhen wants to see the night Junqing, you take me!" Yao Mozhen also refused to pay tribute to the customary ceremony, stretched out the paragraph Wu Tong, urgently begged.

"Mo Yu, you sit down first, you can not save the night Junqing now, even your own life has to catch up!" Duan Wutong pulled Yao Mozhen back to the main hall.

"Then take me to see the South Strong Lord!" Yao Mozhen decided to speak.

"For the sake of Tingting, the emperor can't wait to clear you and the night prince. If you see you, Wutong is afraid that the emperor will not allow you to speak, and you will have your life!" Duan Wutong did not exaggerate. Rao is Yao Mozhen knows how the emperor loved Duan Tingting, and he will know that the situation is serious.

"What should I do? If Mo Zhen comes, he will not return empty-handed. If... If you can’t save the night, you will die with him!” Yao Mo’s tears, the voice is thick. Crying.

"I don't worry about you, this palace has already been inquired. Now the emperor just cleared the locusts for the night prince. Although it is painful, it will not be killed. It is impossible to talk to the emperor now. You Don't even think about the conditions. Now the emperor's mind is all about revenge for Tingting. Wutong thought about it, and when the time comes, Wutong will save the night Junqing from the dungeon. As for his body. The locusts are fortunate and not regenerative. As long as they reach a certain time, the locusts will be self-sufficient." Duan Wutong calmly analyzed and proposed.

"But..." But she couldn't bear to suffer from the night, even if one day, her heart would hurt.

"Don't be, now there is only one way to do this. Also, don't let your hidden guard go to the dungeon, even if she is good at martial arts, but those as small as the rice, the silky locusts are invincible. If there is no one to meet, it will be self-defeating." Duan Wutong suddenly warned.

"Well... Wutong, thank you!" Yao Mo's eyes were tearful, and he was grateful to see Duan Wutong.

"Da En does not say thank you, Wu Tong does this because he knows who you are." Duan Wutong seems to have a deep look at Yao Mozhen.

"Yes, Da En does not say thank you." This time, Yao Mozhen did not refute, but nodded by default.

In order to save the night Junqing, Duan Wutong spent two days planning, so on the third night, Duan Wutong’s life was quiet, and the emperor was called to see the night Junqing, deceived some jailers, and used the sweat medicine to lay down some jailers. The night Junqing was safely brought out of the dungeon by Jingyue.

In the secluded corner, Yao Mozhen finally saw the night Junqing of the day and night. At this time, the night Junqing had been tortured by the mites, and his face was white and unbearable.

"Mo Mo, you will take him away from the holy city, remember to walk the mountain road, not from the avenue, and there will be pain when the night scorpion clear poisoning, but you can rest assured that it will not be fatal, three months later, When the locusts die, he will die forever!" Duan Wutong simply confessed two sentences, and let Yao Mozhen leave with the night Junqing.

Until Yao Mo's figure faded out of sight, Duan Qiongfang was relieved.

"Princess, please!" On the side of the body, Jingyue suddenly opened, and the look was solemn.

"You... what do you mean?" Seeing Jingyue's face is cold and cold, no more than just humility, Duan Wutong's heart is steep.

"Jingyue does not dare to have any meaning, just the moon and the moon, the sorrow of the king, not to mention the emperor's solution to the sorrowful sorrow of the sacred moon, re-created by Jingyue Enjing, Jingyue is only the life of the emperor Please ask the princess to see the emperor." Jingyue, Duan Wutong suddenly stunned, just want to turn to call Yao Mozhen, but was sealed by the quiet moon.

The silvery white moonlight falls cold and deep on the ground, as if a layer of broken silver is sprinkled. The mountain road is rugged. Yin Xue is driving hard in the carriage. In the carriage, Yao Mozhen will clear the night in his arms and caress the night. Clear thin cheeks, tears fell without warning.

"Jun Qing....... Sorry, it is Mo Zhen who is tired of you..." Tears, like the broken beads, rolled and fell, infiltrated the night's thin lips that had been tortured by the ice.

"Mo Mo... Yao Mozhen! How come you are here? Go away!" The night Junqing is awake, and at the moment he saw Yao Mozhen, all the surprises turned into fear. These days, he was deep. Knowing the taste of locusts, this is not something that Yao Mozhen can bear.

Night Junqing tried to push Yao Mozhen, but the body's mites suddenly broke out.

"Hey... Mo Zhen, go away..." In the night, the two locusts were desperately robbing the territory. They smothered and swallowed, and seemed to break the carrier alive.

"Jun Qing.....Jun Qing, how are you? Yin Xue! Yin Xue, you are coming!" Seeing the face of the night Junqing, the red is like a charcoal, the time is so white as snow, Yao Mo is flustered, only Hold the night Junqing tightly, no matter how hot his body is, or more ice.

Yin Xue heard Yao Mozhen’s call, and when he picked up the curtain, he jumped in and saw that he was at a loss when he saw the night’s face red.

"Master, I am afraid that the poisonous episode has been attacked. The Princess of the Moon said that the locusts in the princes have no solution. They can only endure." Looking at the night struggles in the arms of Yao Mozhen, Yin Snow can't bear it, don't go too far.

"Jun Qing...you don't have anything! Don't..." Yao Mozhen clung to the body of the night Junqing, and put his face on the handsome face of the night when the night was clear, like a cone of ice, since there is no solution, She accompanied the night Junqing to hurt.

"Mo婉..... let go of me, otherwise... it will hurt you..." Night Junqing wants to break away from Yao Mo's embrace, but no results. This kind of pain lasted for almost an hour, perhaps because there was Yao Mozhen, the night Junqing did not hurt and fainted.

Until the pain in the body gradually stopped, the night Jun Qing was struggling to sit up from Yao Mozhen's arms.

"Mo Mo, you shouldn't come." Looking at Yao Mo's pear flower with the rainy face, the night's lips twitched with a bitter bitterness.

"Bastard! Night Junqing, why don't you tell Mo Zhen that you received the ultimatum of Duan Shiming? Why don't you tell Mo Zhen that you are coming to die! You are a Mo Yan is a person who can be abandoned at will! You are a greedy person. Dead man!" Yao Mo's tears rained, his fingers clasped the shoulders of the night Junqing.

"Mo Zhen, I am sorry, Jun Qing just didn't want to..." Just when the night Jun Qing wanted to explain, Yao Mo slammed into the arms of the night Jun Qing and couldn't make a sound.

"Night Junqing, you fool, do you know... Without you, everything that Mo Zhen did has no meaning..." Yao Mozhen clung to the waist of the night Junqing, tears poured out.

"But Mo Zhen... If Jun Qing is dead, you still have a cold coat. If it is... without your world, how can Junqing live?" Night Junqing will take Yao Mozhen in his arms, his face Close to Yao Mozhen's hair, tears silently slipped.