Chapter 1632

Chapter 53

Then he went around in front of her, grabbed the dagger of a man in black, pressed the man's arm with his backhand, and turned it over forcefully, only heard a "click", the man in black screamed suddenly, and then was kicked out.

Mo Shanghua turned to look at Yan Beicheng who was wearing a cloak. Before he could say anything, he directly pulled her behind him and protected her tightly, while he continued to fight with those men in black. group.

Mo Shanghua was already exhausted, and her forehead was covered with sweat, but she didn't care to wipe it off. She stared closely at Yan Beicheng's fight with the men in black, paying attention to the movements of each man in black, in case they jumped the wall in a hurry.

Yan Beicheng quickly dealt with all the remaining men in black, and the only remaining survivor simply committed suicide.

Yan Beicheng glanced expressionlessly at the man in black who was lying on the ground, and after making sure that there was no one alive, he walked up to Mo Shanghua.

At that time, the shadow of the moon was clear and the night was light. Yan Beicheng stood in front of her against the clear moonlight. His wide cloak covered most of his face. Only a pair of dark black pupils were the clearest. Unpredictable and unpredictable, people even have to lose a little bit of courage to stare at him.

"Thank you-"

Mo Shanghua raised her eyes and stared at it for a moment, then looked away, her vermilion lips spoke softly, a little gratitude and a little bit of affection that seemed to be there in her eyes, even she didn't notice it.

Yan Beicheng replied, Youshen Motong paused on her blood-dripping arm, Jianmei frowned slightly, raised his hand and took out a square scarf from his sleeve, and lightly lifted Mo Shanghua's injured right hand.

Mo Shanghua was startled, and subconsciously wanted to retract her hand.

"Don't move." Low Magnetic's voice sounded without a trace of emotion, Yan Beicheng pulled her hand back, and wrapped the square scarf around her palm. The bloody palm was suddenly covered with blood. The handkerchief is wrapped.

However, some blood stains were still soaked through the gauze.

Mo Shanghua looked down at the square scarf in her hand, and couldn't help being stunned, but when she raised her eyes, she clearly caught the slight frown of his eyebrows, and she was a little puzzled.

"The golden sore medicine should be used up last time, so you can use this this time." Yan Beicheng took out a small bottle of the same porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it over.

Mo Shanghua looked down at his hand passing the small porcelain bottle, something seemed to arise quietly in her heart, Ping Nan was so small that she didn't even notice it.

After a while, she took the medicine bottle over, pursed her lips lightly, and finally said: "Anyway, today's matter, and this medicine bottle, I am very grateful to you."

She didn't ask his identity, nor did she try to guess his intentions, but such a simple thank you made Yan Beicheng's eyes darken.

"No need." Yan Beicheng staggered her eyes, and his voice was low and calm, "Someone will come in a while, I can't stay longer, so I will go ahead."

Mo Shanghua frowned slightly, before she could finish her sentence, she heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, and she couldn't help but look sideways.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, it should be that a large group of people came, and when Mo Shanghua regained consciousness, Yan Beicheng's figure had disappeared, and her eyes flickered a little brightly.

It came so timely, it seems that her guess was not wrong.

Not long after, Yan Beicheng, the King of Yu, personally brought a group of people over and rushed into the house. Outside the house, they were surrounded by water.

Yan Moli and Yan Cenxuan unexpectedly followed over at this time.

Before Mo Shanghua could take a closer look, Yan Beicheng strode up to her anxiously, holding her thin shoulders tightly with both hands, "Princess, are you okay? Are you injured?"

He looks like a good husband who worries about his wife.

The eyes of Yan Cenxuan, who came in behind, were also full of worry. He couldn't help raising his long and slender palms, but when he saw Yan Beicheng's hands, there was a bit of pain in his eyes. , The raised hand fell again.

However, his worried eyes still fell on Mo Shanghua uncontrollably.

Mo Shanghua seemed to be aware of his gaze, looked sideways at him and tapped his chin lightly, but then looked back at Yan Beicheng, "There are assassins who have sneaked in, and they have all been killed now."

After a pause, she seemed to have thought of something, her eyes suddenly changed, "Where are Qin Lin, Qin Ya and the others? Did the guards in the mansion search them?"

"Princess, don't worry." Yan Moli, who had been silent for a long time, took a step forward, his eyes were light and deep, "I have searched everywhere in the courtyard, and quite a few of those servants have been locked up in the ear room. They are all fine now. gone."

Mo Shanghua didn't speak, and glanced at Yan Moli calmly. She wanted to see something in his eyes, but in the end she only saw a deep and eerie darkness, without any emotion at all.

At this point, she closed her eyes, and said in a distant and indifferent voice, "This was originally a matter in my palace, but now it has disturbed the third and thirteenth highnesses, it really shouldn't be, the rest of the matter is enough for the prince, the two should go first Go back and rest."

Yan Beicheng looked sideways at Moshanghua, the deep color in his eyes turned, but he looked at her pretending to be puzzled, as if he wanted to say something.

Mo Shanghua hurriedly raised her hand to hold his hand, and squeezed it lightly, so Yan Beicheng didn't move.

However, after this movement, the wound on the back of her hand was painful again, but she didn't even frown, as if she didn't notice it.

However, she didn't know that Yan Beicheng's gaze quietly swept across her hands covered with layers of gauze, and a dim light quickly flickered across the bottom of his eyes.

Mo Shanghua stared at Yan Moli calmly, seemingly waiting for his answer, but actually quietly observing his words and deeds.

I thought that Yan Moli would probably continue to stay, but he never expected that he would actually nod his head with the same expression as before, "Since it is the family affairs of the Ninth Emperor and the concubine, this hall will not intervene much, the emperor will handle it by himself. "

As he said that, he turned around and looked at Yan Cenxuan beside him, "Brother Nine Emperors, let's go."

Only then did Yan Cenxuan come back to his senses, quickly suppressed all the worries in his eyes, and nodded with a light smile. Until he left, the eyes still couldn't help but lingering past Mo Shanghua.

Moshanghua passed by clearly, his complexion was not very good tonight, he must have come here in a hurry today and caught a cold.

This thirteenth prince, who is really weak, came out so anxiously to see her safety, which made her feel a little pity.

Yan Beicheng turned Mo Shanghua's face away, and said angrily like a child: "Everyone is gone, what are you looking at?"

After a pause, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Isn't it just to look better."

Mo Shanghua couldn't help but flashed a smile in her originally indifferent eyes, but her face was deliberately cold and she lowered his hands, "Yan Beicheng, stop making trouble."