Doubtful mind

  Mafo powder doesn't come with a scoop, so I can only pour it into wine now.

  After a brief moment of silence, Li Zi Mo shot a glance at Yi Feng's face: "Didn't you hear me speaking?"

  Yi Feng shuddered and knelt on one knee: Yes.

  He immediately turned around and went out to fetch strong liquor, his heart thumping non-stop.

  Has he gone mad? The mighty Dragon Lord personally tends to a female bandit's wounds?

  Yi Feng was so shocked that he seemed to have had a stroke and was stunned, while Li Zi Mo himself felt deceived by Yun Chen Jing. This is going to lead to endless trouble. That's why I say that this sworn brotherhood can't be trusted. Maybe in daily life they seem like close friends, but on a certain day, for some small matter, they will absolutely betray you without hesitation.

  Liqueur took it over, and Yi Feng presented it with both hands: "Master."

  He took the wineskin, untied the mouth of it, and a strong smell of wine rushed out, hitting him right in the face. He reached out his right hand to lift up the woman who was lying on the couch like a corpse, and placed the opening of the wineskin against her dry, dark lips.

  The woman's mouth didn't move, as if she couldn't drink by herself. The usually fastidious eyebrows furrowed tightly, fingers wrapped around the slender neck, pried open the woman's lower jaw, and the water bottle was forcibly stuffed into her small mouth.

  Gurgling sound. One mouthful was poured in, like pouring into a Han Chinese person.

  Yi Feng watched from the side, wiping his forehead with a sleeve. He knew that his master had always been particular about cleanliness and was not easily swayed. It was said that the only woman his master had ever touched besides the late empress was... Now, he was willing to treat this mountain bandit's wounds, which was an exception. So, it could be imagined how Lei Zimo felt at being deceived by his sworn brother.

  The strong liquor poured into the woman's throat, and as it entered her belly, in an instant, the crimson of intoxication dyed her fair skin. Her neat eyelashes fluttered, and Huajiu opened her eyes a slit, her misty eyes hazy, unclear whether she was awake or not.

  The person pouring wine suddenly touched her open apricot eyes, but it was as if she had received some shock, extremely deep and mysterious ink pupils stared at her, as if wanting to see through to her bones.

  Wine, due to the person pouring it being momentarily stunned, kept flowing into her mouth. Her mouth was filled to capacity and couldn't hold any more, so naturally it had to spurt out. Suddenly, her mouth twisted open and a straight shot of wine sprayed out in all directions.

  The fairy-like sprinkling of wine and water from the fountain was shot onto the white clothes and dust-free robes, which could not be avoided even if they tried to dodge.

  Yi Feng was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe, and could only regret why he had gotten into the carriage.

  The water bag fell from the slender white fingers of the long hand that had been sprayed with a handful of wine, and he raised his hand, which was full of the smell of wine, along with his arm, sleeve, and the white clothes, flashing a pale blue light, as if accepting an unprecedented tolerance.

  In an instant, a thought flashed through Yi Feng's mind: The eldest young lady of the Hua family was definitely going to die.

  A sense of crisis also enveloped Hua Xiyan, who should have been in a coma. With this belch, a lot of wine vapor was emitted, and with the stimulation of the strong liquor, Hua Xiyan's mind suddenly cleared up a lot. Her eyes scanned around her head, seeing clearly that there was only one man above her head, and to her surprise, she recognized him, even if he had turned to ashes, she would still recognize him.

  Her uninjured right hand grasped the edge of the couch, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. She wasn't someone who hadn't mixed with society before, she knew that when encountering a big shot, it was best to avoid them if possible, no need to provoke them head-on.

  The soft body in his arms struggled, constantly colliding with his chest, thighs and even the space between his legs. The white face of Xianchen flashed by again, desperately tolerating the reality before him: how long had it been since he last touched a woman after becoming a widower?

  "Don't move." The sentence was squeezed out from between gritted teeth as the ink-colored eyes snapped shut.

  They're all going to escape, and yet she's told not to move?

  Sister is not stupid.

  Moving back and forth, she saw the dirty blood from her shoulder stain his white robe black, and it was getting more and more: "I told you not to move, is your brain like your son's, a pig?"

  Yifeng immediately covered his ears with two fingers: He didn't hear anything, Master's roar was absolutely not like something Master would say, it was completely abnormal.

  Right after the roar, a loud thunder flashed through Huayu's mind, making her whole body break out in goosebumps: So to speak, her son had seen him, her son was caught by this man?

  Her eyes stared over, showing abnormal signs. Li Zimo suddenly felt a refreshing sensation in his chest, suppressing the spark, and immediately restored his usual calm and composed tone: "If you know who I'm talking about, do what I say."

  What the...! Want to kidnap her son?! Is her son easy to kidnap?!

  "You've thought it through clearly. My son can eat a month's worth of food for an entire household in one day. Is there any benefit to kidnapping my son?"

  Is this man crazy? He wants to kidnap the child of a rich person, but she and her son are as poor as church mice. Or does this man know that she has King Xian's IOU in her hands?

  Apricot eyes measured him for a moment.

  The thin-lipped man's mouth, after being scrutinized by her without fear, seemed to curve upwards slightly, as if revealing a hint of a smile, just like when her son shouted in the carriage that his mother wanted to rob him of his color and splashed water on him.

  It is undeniable that she and her son have been like stagnant water in his heart for so many years, but from time to time, a stone has been thrown into it, stirring up waves.

  Why?

  Is it because her son looks like his son?

  It's indeed... quite suspicious.

  Her fingertips felt cool and almost temperature-less as they brushed against the ugly scar on her left cheek.

  If it was a lightning strike, Huā Yù Rǎn's face trembled to her neck, as if the electricity had reached some part of her heart. In that instant, she felt that when she saw the subtle curve of his lips and the deep meaning flashing in his eyes, she seemed to have understood something.

  "Easy Change Pill."

  Softly three words, slipped out of his thin lips.

  What is a real master? Hua Xiyuan finally understood at this moment. She had been wearing it for so long, and this was the first time someone had seen through her disguise pill.

  This man is surrounded by an aura of danger, with wealth and power, and ability.

  No matter which dynasty she was in, Hua Yu Yan would have escaped far away from this kind of man. She might like money, but at the same time, she liked a quiet life, and this kind of man, whether it be himself or those around him, would definitely be a whirlpool that would drag her in.

  "The common woman doesn't understand what the adult is saying. The common woman and her son are originally kind-hearted citizens, please be magnanimous, sir, and let us go, my son and I." Hua Xiyan covered her chest, the wound was very painful, but at this time she had to pretend, the more innocent and pitiful she pretended to be, the better chance she had to save her son and escape faster.

  Yi Feng Dou Dan lifted his head, and he could see Hua Xi Yan trying to pretend to be pitied by him, but unfortunately, he didn't do a very good job, so much so that even he himself could see his master's repeated broken smile.

  Her thin lips were slightly raised, but her eyes suddenly sank downwards, and the two hands steadily supported her body as she suddenly fell backwards. His fingertips touched her weak breath, and his eyebrows furrowed: "Send someone to inform the palace first, and have Palace Master wait at the border."

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