"It's a little different from what I guess." Mo Hua looked at the sky outside, which was already dark, and his tone was still gentle. It seemed that he was not the one who had just interrupted the two vines. "The quality of the vines was better than I thought. You can visit them a few more times in the future."

Ye Junling drank half a glass of water in one breath, and his hands trembled when he heard this.

How many more visits?

Should he thank the quality of this rattan for being so good?

Ye Junling was a little overwhelmed. The pain everywhere on his body stimulated his nerves little by little, and the wound was like an ants stung, which was indescribable.

After drinking a glass of water, he put down the cup and began to adjust his breathing.

Mo Hua looked at his embarrassed look and seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and said lightly: "I'll take you to lie on the bed?"

Ye Junling was stunned and quickly declined: "No, no, no... I dare not bother Uncle Mo."

It would be great if Si'er was there.

You can let Si'er hug him.

Ye Junling thought so in his heart. When his body adapted to the torn pain, he held the soft couch with both hands and slowly supported his almost lost legs.

Mo Hua taught him a lesson by closing the door, which was to save him face.

After all, he is the crown prince of a country.

Besides, Ye Junling actually knew in his heart that although Mo Hua said he did not agree, the lessons of his use of family law like this did not really mean that you did not agree.

At least, if it is placed on Ye Junling, he will not even be able to see someone who is not recognized by him.

If he was really angry that he hurt Si'er, there were more rapid and more effective ways to teach lessons than this. Why waste half a day here and carefully select rattan to teach a lesson?

Thinking of this, Ye Junling suddenly felt that the injuries on his body seemed to be no longer so painful.

He staggered and walked towards the inner hall with the screen. After a while, a dense layer of cold sweat broke out on his body, soaking the broken wounds, making Ye Junling frown continuously.

When I lay on the bed, I felt like I had just caught it from the water.

Mo Hua followed in.

Ye Junling was a little unconscious and closed his eyes in a daze. He was so painful that his body could not fall asleep, but his eyes were so astringent that he didn't want to open it.

Mo Hua left when he originally planned to complete the task.

But seeing this young man staying here alone and Si'er was not here, Ye Junling probably wouldn't want the palace maids to come in and serve him. If he let him sleep in the middle of the night, he would definitely have a fever when he woke up tomorrow morning.

The soft-hearted problem began to spread again. Mo Hua thought that when he was as big as him, he often broke a vine and fainted in pain, but the boy ended until the punishment ended.

Even though he was trembling in pain, he didn't even try to escape punishment by using a coma.

It's also a solid mind.

Besides, he is only fifteen years old.

well.

Shaking his head low, Mo Hua turned around and walked outside the hall, and ordered Qingdai and Taozhi to come in: "Help me get a pair of scissors, and then go and make a basin of warm water."

Taozhi and Qingdai knew that Mr. Mo was a distinguished guest, and even His Royal Highness respected him in front of him, so naturally they did not dare to slack off and quickly responded.

Qingdai turned around and looked for scissors, while Taozhi quickly went out to bring a basin of hot water.

"I need something else to do, please give me instructions."

Mo Hua shook his head, "No."

Taking the scissors and the basin, he turned around and walked into the West Warehouse.

Looking at the boy who was already unconscious, Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh silently.

It's really...

What exactly did he do today?

Do you have to be killed or buried?

The basin was placed aside, and Mo Hua bent down and cut Ye Junling's clothes with scissors. The blood from the wound had already stuck to his back. At this time, he only cut the clothes and took them off, as if he had peeled off a layer of skin. The boy who had just fallen asleep woke up in the severe pain of convulsions.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and another layer of crystal water vapor was found on my eyelashes: "Mo...Uncle Mo."

Mo Hua ignored him, lowered his head and cut his clothes a little bit, revealing the swollen and black marks on his spine.

The boy's body trembled uncontrollably, which was the most realistic reaction of the body.

But fortunately, since Mo Hua said "silence", the boy really didn't shout a pain.

"My Liu'er, who grew up with Xiao Qianjiao, was spoiled by her. When she grew up to twelve years old, no one dared to give her any grievances." Mo Hua's tone was faint, as if she was chatting, "You're good, she's been alive and dead for a while."

Ye Junling clutched the mattress tightly with both hands, and a hoarse voice overflowed from his lips, with a clear and audible regret: "It's my fault."

Mo Hua glanced at his white face: "You are the crown prince of Donglan. The emperor of Donglan in the future has nothing wrong. The emperor's three palaces and six courtyards are indispensable. I can only say that my little six is ​​not suitable for you."

Not suitable?

Ye Junling shook his head: "It's appropriate."

suitable?

Mo Hua was amused by this answer and his hands were inevitably heavy: "If you say it's right?"

Ye Junling's body spasmed violently, swallowed the pain that was about to burst out from his throat, closed his eyes, gently shook his head and shook off the sweat from his hair: "I...I don't want three palaces and six courtyards, I only want Si'er."

"You don't have the final say." Mo Hua said calmly, "Her Majesty the Queen will take Si'er back to Donglan this time."

Ye Junling lay on the pillow, his voice was hoarse: "I can also not want the throne. As long as Si'er, I can go to Dongling to find her."

"You probably can't go to Dongling." Mo Hua kindly reminded him, "Dongling is like hell to you. If you really dare to go, you are afraid that you will never return."

The pain was so extreme that the nerves seemed to be numb.

Ye Junling lay down motionlessly: "I'm going, I don't plan to come back. Even if I die, I will die where Si'er is there."

It's a kind of infatuated person.

Mo Hua believed what Nan Si said, "We are still young, so we are slow to have feelings." Perhaps it is not slow to have feelings, but just a cognitive problem.

Although the two of them have been with each other, Nan Si has taught the boy a lot of things over the past two years.

But they are still young and are in a period of ignorance of relationships. In addition, they are both born with indifferent and slow feelings.

And the most important point.

Nan Si once said that for the sake of the throne, you can lower your posture and give up something.

She repeatedly emphasized making him obedient.

Therefore, various factors combined, which led to the subsequent situation.

Although Mo Hua could understand rationally, he felt that Ye Xiaoqi did not make any unforgivable mistakes.

But emotionally, it's not the case.

The baby whom I had raised for twelve years was taken away by a wolf cub. This was enough to make people feel unhappy. The wolf cub was not well protected, which actually made her suffer?

Ten thousand million reasons cannot eliminate the anger and dissatisfaction in parents.

After all, they almost lost this precious daughter - just by virtue of this, it would not be enough to vent the anger in their hearts.
Chapter completed!