Golden Age Legitimate Fei

Chapter 372

In the deepest courtyard of Taishou mansion, Feng Zhiyao paced back and forth impatiently in the room. Looking at Shen Yang, who was sitting beside the bed, fidgety asked, "Mr. Shen, when can the Lord wake up?" Since he came down from the mountain on that day, Mo xiuyao's body, which was not healthy at all, was unable to withstand the intense strain and sudden blow of days. He even vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and fell off his horse's back. He never woke up again. However, no one dares to stop looking for the princess. Fengzhiyao sends nearly 10000 people down the river every day and even looks up and down the river. But seven or eight days have passed, and there is still no news. Feng Zhiyao's heart is clear, I'm afraid it's really hopeless. Shen Yang looked back at him and shook his head. Feng Zhiyao rushed forward and seized him and said, "what do you mean by shaking your head?" Shen Yang said, "when the Lord can wake up is not what I say." Feng Zhiyao said with a dry smile, "what do you mean? Don't you tell me the Lord doesn't want to live

Shen Yang shook his head and said, "that's not true. If Wang Ye really seeks life and death, he is not worthy of being Mo Liufang's son. What I'm talking about is that Wang Ye's body doesn't allow him to wake up at all. The toxin in his body is not clear and his body is weak and sick for a long time. Now he is on the verge of extreme danger. Once the king wakes up, he will be very angry His body will collapse completely without thinking about it Feng's distance did not care about her demeanor. She grabbed her hair angrily and said, "what should I do now? These three days and two days I can withstand, ten days and a half months of struggling. After a long time, if the Lord doesn't wake up, what should we do? What about the Mohist army? Is the northwest going to do it? " Shen Yang gave him a blank look and said, "I'm a doctor. What else do you ask me and whom do I ask? "

"Is mo xiuyao still awake?" Han Qingming calmly came in and glanced at the people on the bed and asked.

Feng Zhiyao frowned at him, "Mr. Han, please respect yourself." Han Qingqing sneered, "self respect? Self respect fart! A Li had an accident and he was lying in bed pretending to be dead? Get out of the way... " Feng Zhiyao stopped in front of him and said in a deep voice: "young master Han, I respect you as a good friend of the princess. Let you be three points. Don't be unkind about good or bad!" Han Qingqing laughed angrily, "do you still remember your princess It's rare. Mo xiuyao, if you can still breathe, you can get up! It's really eight years since Junwei met you. " Feng Zhiyao still wants to talk, but he is pulled by Shen Yang who is standing on one side. Shenyang shakes his head and signals Feng Zhiyao to stand on one side.

Han Qinghui snorted, walked to the bedside and looked at the man whose face was like paper on the bed, how to see how not to please the eyes. If it is not for this man, Junwei is a good lady in a big family, can he live and die in the battlefield? Need to be forced to even be pregnant can not be well cultivated? All this is caused by Mo xiuyao's incompetence!

"Keep sleeping! Sleep to death. Junwei's revenge will come back. Hum! Cowards, idiots, trash... "

Feng Zhiyao looks at Han Mingyue, who doesn't even repeat. He scolds Mo xiuyao from the beginning to the end without stopping. Feng Zhiyao looks stiff and doesn't know how to react. Heaven is in the sky. I'm afraid that no one has ever scolded the king of Dingguo like this since the establishment of Dingguo palace. It seems that finally these days to hold in the heart of the anger out of the end, Han Qing's face is obviously better. "You have to pretend to be dead and keep on pretending to be dead. I won't wait on you!" he snorted Then he blew out like a gust of wind. Feng Zhiyao blinked his eyes, the empty eyes to Shen Yang, Shen Yang looked at the people on the bed, shook his head and turned away.

In the morning, Feng Zhiyao was called to the courtyard of Mo xiuyao. There was no reason for that. As soon as the bodyguards who served the Lord entered the door in the morning, they found that the people who should have been lying in bed were gone. Under the protection of hundreds of dark guards, and under the guard of hundreds of thousands of Mohist troops outside the city, the prince disappeared without a sound, which made everyone panic. Rushed into the yard, Feng's distance could not care about the other foot kicked open the door, rushed in, but was in front of the situation to stay on the spot.

It was said that the room where the prince disappeared was still empty. But on the side of the window of the side hall stood a thin and straight figure. What shocked Feng Zhiyao was the dazzling white silver silk on her back, "Wang Lord When he regained consciousness, Feng Zhiyao roared at the door, "please come over, Mr. Shen!" Mo xiuyao looked back at the man in front of him, Feng Zhiyao, and felt a little sad in his heart. The silver white hair is hanging at random on Mo xiuyao's neck, which makes the already thin and pale. However, his spirit seems to be surprisingly good, completely without Shen Yang's prediction that he might break down in a rage. In Feng Zhiyao's opinion, his body seems to be better than before the princess's accident. But that pair of originally warm in the hidden indifferent eyes, more than a trace of sharp fine awn. Let Feng's distance can't help but think of the blood quenching knife light, it seems that there is something terrible under the calm. Once you break the gate one day Feng Zhiyao's heart trembled and did not dare to think again, "Wang Lord, are you all right? "

Mo xiuyao lifted the corner of his lips, but Feng Zhiyao didn't feel the slightest smile. "How many days have I been sleeping?" he asked

Feng's heart trembled, "nine days."

"Any news from Ali?"

Feng Zhiyao lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Princess It will turn out to be a blessing. ""That's useless..." Mo xiuyao said faintly, "Hong Fu Qi Tian turn calamities into blessings? I do not believe in ghosts and gods, and do not seek heaven. If she died, the king will turn the world into Purgatory and let the mountains and rivers sacrifice for her! "

Feng Zhiyao was shocked in the heart and shook his head in frustration. If Mo xiuyao is crazy, depressed or sad, what else can he say to persuade him. But in the face of the calm man who said such frightening words, he couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to say, or he didn't dare.

There was silence in the room. After a long time, Mo xiuyao said, "tell me about Ali." Feng Zhiyao didn't know what to say, but he couldn't help saying it. So he said everything he could remember since Mo xiuyao left. In the inevitable mention of the child who was only about two months old, Feng Zhiyao quietly looked at the silver haired man at the morning window, and saw that his hand was tightly holding the window lattice in front of him. There was no trace of waves on his calm face.

Shen Yang came in with the medicine box in a hurry. Feng Zhiyao immediately stopped talking and let the position of the door come out. Shen Yang stood at the door and looked at the people standing by the window. It was obvious that the situation in front of him was not in his expectation. It's not unheard of that one night's white hair, but it's another thing to see it. On the other hand, Shen Yang knows why Mo xiuyao can still stand up when he wakes up so soon, instead of being ill in bed. The original heart of anger, resentment, pain and sadness did not leave even in a coma, so that the head of white hair in front of him appeared. But after all, it was released. As long as the king did not indulge his temper and mood, it was safe for the time being. As long as he has time, he will find a way to cure him completely. Thinking of this, Shen Yang was relieved. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Lord, please let me give you a pulse for him."