Golden Age Legitimate Fei

Chapter 290

Just after dinner, Mo xiuyao's face began to look ugly. Ye Li quickly invited Shen Yang to come over. Shen Yang was silent for a long time and only gave one word: endure! There is no medicine to cure the sequelae of the use of pterocephalum, and we can only rely on ourselves to resist it.

"Ali, go to the side hall and have a rest." Looking at Ye Li's stiff face, Mo xiuyao said softly. The attack is not good-looking, he does not want to be too embarrassed in front of her, also do not want to scare her. Ye Li sat quietly beside him and said firmly, "I will accompany you. Don't be afraid."

Don't be afraid Mo xiuyao couldn't help laughing, but he seemed to want to cry more. In 1989, countless times of wandering in the ghost gate, countless times of pain, almost no reason to live. No one ever asked him if he was afraid? The king of Dingguo is only a person when he is fierce. What's more, he was only an 18-year-old boy when he was injured. He was, of course, afraid. Every time he had a cold poison attack, he was afraid that he would never wake up again. He was afraid of the annihilation of the Dingguo palace. He was afraid of the hatred of his elder brother and his own. There was no one to avenge the hatred of tens of thousands of Mohist army children. But he couldn't show his fear in front of anyone. He could only bear it. But now, his Ali, his wife, sat beside him and told him not to be afraid

"Good, not afraid." Holding Ye Li's hand, Mo xiuyao said with a faint smile.

Ye Li hardly wants to think about how the day and night passed. At the beginning, Mo xiuyao's pain was tolerable. She sat with him and distracted his attention. But after midnight, the pain suddenly intensified. Even if someone as tough as Mo xiuyao was, his whole body was shaking with pain. At first, he could not say a complete word. Any analgesic drugs or acupuncture point silver needle lock point are completely ineffective. Ye Li can only watch him tear the brocade quilt on the bed and tear off the brocade tent on the bed because of the intense pain.

On weekdays, the calm and elegant man's painful and fragile appearance makes Ye Li unable to resist tears. She had never hated her powerlessness so much. She vowed to accompany him through such pain, but in fact, she could do nothing but watch him not let him hurt himself seriously.

After a short night, Ye Li finally realized what it means to live like a year. When Mo xiuyao fainted because of too long pain, she could only make him lean on her own body carefully, even dare not touch him. I just hope he can have a short rest before the next wave of pain hits.

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, Mo xiuyao woke up here, with more severe pain than before. This repeated coma, pain and coma continued until the next morning near noon before gradually subsided.

Manager Mo and Shen Yang push open the door after noon and see the mess in the room. The princess is sitting on the ground beside the bed, her back is leaning on the edge of the bed, her face is tired and sleepy. In front of the princess, the prince's head was on the princess's lap. Although he was sleeping uneasily, he could see that he was already asleep. The scars on the body and hands have been dealt with. Looking at this scene, two men who are nearly 100 years old can't help sighing. Shen Yang waved and left the room together with the manager.

Just after a full moon night, Mo xiuyao lay in bed again. This makes Ye Li worried about the body of Mo xiuyao, and Ye Li's heart becomes heavier.

"Ali, what are you thinking about?" Mo xiuyao lies on the bed and smiles at Ye Li, who is sitting on one side holding a book scroll and is still in a trance.

Ye Li raised his head to look at him, frowned and said, "did your body go all the way to Beirong?"

Mo xiuyao said with a smile: "it's only one night a month, which is always better than before. If it's like last year, I'm afraid it's really not possible. Now that my body is no different from ordinary people, why not

Ye Li shakes her head. This time, she is accompanied by Mo xiuyao. The process is really shocking. I'm afraid that she can't bear the pain that she has been trained in torture, not to mention that Mo xiuyao is not in good health. What's more, this kind of pain has to bear once a month, but this kind of psychological shadow is enough to drive people crazy. Looking at Ye Li's worried and distressed appearance, Mo xiuyao gave a faint smile, stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Li to his side and said in a low voice: "once I thought I could not be together in this life. But now you see, it's good. Even if it hurts once a month? I think it's worth it. Ali, I hope your husband is perfect. Only in this way can I be worthy of my husband... " Slender fingers touch Ye Li's beautiful diamond lips, and Mo xiuyao murmurs.

Ye Li turned his head and didn't let himself see the scars on his hands that had not been healed. He forbeared the tears in his eyes and said, "even if your legs can never be good, I won't dislike you." Compared with the so-called intelligent young men with sound limbs, Ye Li can confidently say that Mo xiuyao is much better than any of them. She never thought that Mo xiuyao had to match himself.

"I know, but I hope Ali has the best." Mo xiuyao said with a soft smile.

Ye Li Zheng Zheng Zheng, or can't help wet eyes, "if you grasp the spoilage how to do?"

Mo xiuyao trapped her in his arms. "As long as a Li wants, as long as xiuyao has something, he can give it to you even if there is no robbery."The incident of marriage was forgotten by the Royal Palace and the Beirong embassy. The capital is still as prosperous and busy as ever. It's just the name of a shrew named Princess of a certain country. Although the noblewomen always talk in secret with a bit of scorn and ridicule, who can deny that more of them are actually envy and jealousy. Ye Li's ears don't listen to things outside the window. They just take care of the affairs of Dingguo palace as usual. When they are free, they secretly go out of the city to see the people under training. In the twinkling of an eye, it was the day when he Qin Princess set out.

On the day before the departure, the couple who were about to leave had no time to be alone. The private study of Dingguo palace is very rare and full of people. When Mo xiuyao and Ye Li stepped into the study, they were all slightly stunned before they got up to see the ceremony. Mo xiuyao waved his hand and said, "no more red tape, Ali. You know most of these people, and you can see the rest of them." Ye Li sat calmly beside him and nodded with a smile. Looking around, the people present, such as manager Mo, Feng San, Leng Haoyu, are familiar with her, but there are still a few who have some insight. Suspiciously, he turned his head to see Mo xiuyao. Mo xiuyao said with a light smile: "this is general Zhang Qilan, who is in charge of the troops near the capital of the Mohist army. This is Sun Yan. He is the leader of the president. Mohua. " Mo xiuyao introduced two middle-aged men who looked extraordinary and called a name in a low voice. A man in gray suddenly fell down from the beam and bowed his head respectfully: "prince, princess." Mo xiuyao looked at Ye Li and said with a smile: "this is Mohua, the commander of dark guard." Ye Li nods and smiles at the three of them, who are the confidants who are in charge of the real power of Dingguo palace. Mohua, in particular, has been in the dingwangfu for more than a year. Ye Li of course knows that the people surnamed Mo in the Dingguo Palace are the most trusted by Mo xiuyao. They have been loyal to Dingwang's mansion for generations since Mo Kuang Yun was still alive.