Then he went around to her, grabbed a man in black's dagger, pressed the man in black's arm with his backhand, and turned it hard. With a click, the man in black screamed and was kicked out.
Mo Shanghua turns her eyes to see Yan Beicheng with a cloak on her face. Before he can say anything, he pulls her directly behind him and protects her firmly. He continues to fight with those people in black.
Mo Shanghua is already exhausted, and her forehead is full of sweat, but she can't wipe it. She stares at Yan Beicheng's fight with the people in black, and pays attention to the actions of every person in black, so as to prevent them from jumping over the wall.
Yanbei city soon disposed of the rest of the people in black, and the only one left was killed himself.
Yan Beicheng looks at the man in black lying on the ground without expression. After he is sure that he is not alive, he steps to the front of 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 light of the moon. His broad cloak covered most of his face. Only a pair of deep ink pupils were the clearest. The treacherous and unpredictable surging at the bottom of his eyes made people even less brave to look down.
"Thank you -"
the flower on the street looked up for a moment, then moved her eyes, her lips whispered, and her eyes were filled with a little gratitude, and a little feeling like nothing, which even she didn't realize.
Yan Beicheng answers. Deep Mo Tong pauses on her bleeding arm. Her sword eyebrows wrinkle slightly. She raises her hand and takes out a square towel from her sleeve to gently lift Mo Shanghua's injured right hand.
Mo Shanghua was surprised and subconsciously wanted to draw back her hand.
"Don't move." The voice of low magnetism didn't sound like emotion. Yan Beicheng pulled her hand back and wrapped the square towel on her palm. The bloody palm was immediately wrapped in a handkerchief.
But there was still some blood soaked in the gauze.
Mo Shanghua droops his eyes and looks at the square towel on his hand. He can't help but be stunned. When he raises his eyes, he clearly captures his frown, which makes him feel puzzled.
"You should have run out of the last golden sore medicine. You can use this one this time." Yan Beicheng took out a small bottle from his sleeve, which was the same as last time, and handed it over.
The flower on the street looks down at his hand handing the small porcelain vase. It seems that there is something quietly in her heart. Pingnan is so small that she doesn't notice it.
After a while, she took over the medicine bottle and sipped her lips lightly. After all, she said, "thank you very much for today's business and this medicine bottle."
She didn't ask for his identity, and didn't guess his intention, just so simple thanks, but let Yan Beicheng eyes color slightly deep.
"No need." Yan Beicheng staggered her eyes, voice low magnetic calm, "soon someone will come, I am inconvenient to stay more, then go ahead."
The flower eyebrow heart on the road is light Cu, a words haven't finished yet, then hear the distant spread the tiny footstep sound, she can't help but side eye to see.
Listen to the sound of footsteps, it should be that a large group of people came. When the flowers on the street came back to God, the figure of Yan Beicheng had disappeared, and her eyes were a little bright.
So timely, it seems that her guess is not wrong.
Not long after that, Yu King Yan Beicheng himself brought a team of people and rushed into the house. Outside the house, he was surrounded by water.
Yan Moli and Yan cenxuan also follow at this time.
Mo Shanghua had not had time to look carefully, Yan Beicheng walked anxiously in front of her, holding her thin shoulder tightly in both hands, "princess, are you ok? Is there any injury? "
He looks like a good husband who worries about his wife.
Yan cenxuan's eyes, which followed him, were also full of worry. The slender big palm could not control it, but when he saw Yan Beicheng's hands, his eyes were filled with pain, and his hands fell again.
However, his eyes full of worry still fell on the flowers on the street.
Mo Shanghua seems to be aware of his line of sight. She glances at him and gently nods her jaw. But in a moment, she takes back her line of sight and looks at Yan Beicheng. "Some assassins have mixed in. Now they have killed all the assassins."
After a pause, she seemed to think of something. Her eyes suddenly changed, "what about Qin Lin and Qin ya? Did the bodyguard in the mansion search it? "
"Don't worry, princess." Yan Mo Li, who had been silent for a long time, just stepped forward. His eyes were light and deep. "All the places in the courtyard have been searched, and many of those servants have been locked in the ear room. Now they are all right."
Mo Shanghua didn't speak. She glanced at Yan Mo silently. She wanted to see something in his eyes. At last, she only caught a glimpse of deep and strange darkness, and could not see the emotion at all.
At this point, she just gathered eyes, voice alienated indifference, "this is the thing in my palace, now unexpectedly disturbed to the third and the thirteenth highness, really shouldn't, the rest of the things to the king enough, two or go back to rest."
Yan Beicheng looks at the flowers on the street, the deep color of the eyes is flowing, but he looks at her pretendingly, as if to say something.Mo Shanghua quickly raised his hand and held it. He gently pinched it. Yan Beicheng didn't move.
However, this action down, the wound on the back of her hand is a burst of pain, but she did not frown, as if not aware.
However, she didn't know that Yan Beicheng's eyes swept over her hands covered with layers of gauze, and the bottom of her eyes quickly swept over some dark light.
Mo Shanghua looks at Yan Mo Li calmly. He seems to be waiting for his answer, but in fact he is observing his words and deeds quietly.
I thought Yan Moli would stay, but unexpectedly, he nodded and looked as old as before. "Since the family affairs of the ninth emperor's younger brother and the princess, I don't want to interfere much in this hall. The emperor's younger brother can handle it by himself."
Then he turned and looked at Yan cenxuan beside him, "brother Jiuhuang, let's go."
Yan cenxuan suddenly regained his mind. He pressed down all the worries in his eyes and nodded with a smile. Until he left, the light in his eyes still lingered on the flowers.
The flowers on the street are clearly passing by. His face is not very good tonight. He must have come in a hurry today and caught a cold.
This 13 princes, the body is really weak, even so anxious to come out to see her safety, this is let her heart rose a little pity.
Yan Beicheng pulled the flower's face on the street, and said with childish annoyance: "people are gone, what else are you looking at?"
After a pause, he couldn't help muttering, "it's just better looking."
Mo Shanghua's indifferent eyes could not help passing a smile, but his face was deliberately cold and his hands fell down, "Yan Beicheng, don't make any noise."
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