"Girl? Yuan'er..." Lord Shui supported Xiao Hanyu's body, which almost fell, looked at her with a pale face, and his hands were trembling.

"He...he is...well..." Xiao Hanyu suddenly raised his head, looked at the anxious face of Lord Shui, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. No! She couldn't say it, life and death disaster! Life and death disaster! She couldn't let the world know that the young master Xiyuan was the life and death disaster, and his father couldn't do it either.

"Girl! Yuan'er...he...is he...he has no choice?" Lord Shui stared at Xiao Hanyu's eyes tightly.

Xiao Hanyu looked at the Lord of Water, looked up at Shui Xiyuan who was unconscious on the bed, nodded, and shook his head again, the love disaster of life and death! After experiencing life and death, life and death are also like death, and death is also life, Nirvana of life and death, and desire is reborn. Is there any rescue or no rescue? Only the heavenly zhi...

"Miss, this is... please let me know..." Lord Shui looked at Xiao Hanyu with a pale face, his wise eyes were full of anxiety, and he completely begged to look at Xiao Hanyu with a father's eyes.

"Young Master Xiyuan! This is... This is through the heavenly tribulation..." Xiao Hanyu adjusted his mood, pursed his lips and thought for a while, and looked at Lord Shui firmly: "If the king can trust me... the prince will leave it to me to take it away..."

The Tianyu Dynasty, the capital Qihuang.

The night is high and the breeze sings at night. Qihuang City has removed the prosperous and beautiful scenery of the day and replaced it with layers of black veil. The moon is beautiful and the stars are embellished, and all things are dormant, and the lights of thousands of families are silent. There are such stars at such a night, but some people are unable to fall asleep.

It was almost late at night. A bright light was still lit in the study room of the Fourth Prince's Mansion of the Tianyu Dynasty. The screen windows were slightly opened. The evening breeze blew, and the lights were flashing. The peerless face of the man who was half leaning on the collapsed house was also flashing.

Mo Qinghan lay quietly on the soft couch, wearing a black satin brocade robe tightly wrapped around his delicate body. His black hair, like a waterfall, was easily tied with a black jade hairpin. The loose hair on his forehead hangs down, and the breeze blows, and the hair is gently raised.

Emei is like a distant mountain eyebrows, thin lips are like red vermilion, a peerless face that is turned upside down, as white as jade, and crystal clear snowy skin. He quietly leans on the soft couch, with a lazy and noble charm, but light sorrow is faintly emitting from the corners of his eyebrows. The deep fatigue in his expression is inconsistent with the quiet atmosphere of the moonlit night at this time.

Mo Qinghan sat quietly, gently rolled his jade hands, tightly pursed his thin lips, his handsome face suddenly faded, his phoenix eyes were complex and deep, Yu'er... It turns out that you really went to the Shui Kingdom... and really went to save Shui Xiyuan...

Life and death love disaster! Humph! Shui Xiyuan is indeed cruel enough! Mo Qinghan smiled softly, and his cold smile dazed the stars outside the window, dazed Yue Niang's shy face, and dazed the glimmer of lights swaying candles.

Will he live after putting it to death? This move is indeed the one who lost it. Mo Qinghan held his jade hand tightly, and his thin lips pursed out blood, and bright red blood slowly flowed out...

Bet on you and her life. Do you love her or just want to get her? If you can't live together, do you want to die together? You are more confident than me in your life and death love disaster...

The power of the country is within your fingertips, there are countless beauties, Shui Xiyuan... How many more do you want... People who are too greedy will not live long! Yu'er will not die... I will not give you any chance again, just this time... the only time...

Mo Qinghan reached out to wipe away the blood from his lips, and smiled like a peerless smile...

"The moonlit night is seductive, the breeze is singing. My friends outside have been standing for a long time. Will you come in and talk?" Mo Qinghan slowly sat up from the soft couch, turned his jade hand lightly, and three silver needles flew out of the window.

"Young Master Qinghan really makes people dare not underestimate it! Shang Wuhen is so proud of his friend's order to send a letter to the young master. He can't bear to disturb Young Master Qingjing, so he waits here." Shang Wuhen dodged three silver needles, and as he spoke, he had already floated into the room.

Shang Wuhen was also wearing black clothes, long and jade-like clothes, and fluttering clothes, standing steadily in front of Mo Qinghan. The handsome man looked at him with a smile, and said slowly in a clear and moist voice.

"So it's Mr. Wuhen! Han is so rude." Mo Qinghan was stunned when he saw that it was Shang Wuhen, and slowly stood up from the soft couch and gave Shang Wuhen a light bow.

"The Fourth Prince is polite. Wuhen is just entrusted here by someone. He should not be such a great gift from the Fourth Prince." Shang Wuhen was stunned and quickly bent over and bowed.

"Please sit down by Mr. Wuhen!" Mo Qinghan slowly walked to the table, poured a cup of tea with Yushou, handed it to Shang Wuhen, looked at the chair beside him, and put the word "please".

"Thank you, the Fourth Prince!" Shang Wuhen glanced at Mo Qinghan, without pushing him away, reached out to take the tea, slowly walked over and sat down.

"I heard about the name of Mr. Wuhen for a long time, and today I saw it very extraordinary." Mo Qinghan also sat down slowly, looked at Shang Wuhen carefully, his phoenix eyes flashed, and his handsome face smiled.

"The Fourth Prince has been awarded too much. The Wushuang Young Master is indeed unparalleled in the world, and Wuhen admires it very much." Shang Wuhen bowed and smiled.

"Haha..." Mo Qinghan shook his head and chuckled, looking at Shang Wuhen: "Young Master Wuhen said he was entrusted by someone else to deliver a letter to Han. I wonder who was entrusted by him?"

"That person... the fourth prince will know when he sees the letter." Shang Wuhen took a sip of tea, put down the cup with his jade hand, and slowly pulled out a letter from his arms and handed it to Mo Qinghan.

A trace of doubt flashed in Mo Qinghan's handsome eyes, and his jade hand slowly stretched out and took the letter handed by Shang Wuhen. Yu Guang glanced at Shang Wuhen, who was sitting silently, and gently opened the letter...

‘I wish you a happy wedding!’ Six large cursive words were displayed in front of you, and Mo Qinghan’s beautiful face changed instantly, and six large red painted characters shook his eyes.

The madman is a wealthy man, and the dragon and the phoenix dance. Apart from that person, who else can write madman in the world? Mo Qinghan quietly looked at the six big words on the paper, and his beautiful face kept changing his expression, and his phoenix eyes narrowed.

"Thank you, Mr. Wuhen, for your hard work. I wonder if the sender has anything else to do to you?" Mo Qinghan gently closed the letter with his jade hand, closed the expression on his face, and slowly looked up at Shang Wuhen who had been sitting quietly and drinking tea.
Chapter completed!