The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

"General, general..."

When Hua Lian heard that Pei Yuan cared about her so much, she felt warm in her heart, and she suddenly felt that the man in front of her was worth entrusting to her for the rest of her life.

"Shidun, why are you standing still, take your wife back."

Pei Yuan said the word madam jerky, which shows that this word has never appeared in his life.

"Hey! Yes! This subordinate obeys!"

Shi Dun was stunned for a while before realizing the meaning of this sentence.

His general is going to have a wife! !

Hurry back and tell the brothers.

"Sister-in-law, please."

Shi Dun was surprisingly polite, and made a gesture with his hand.

Hua Lian glared at Pei Yuan, the blush on her face became more and more obvious.

Pei Yuan also grinned, scratching his head and laughing.

He has a joy that is different from fighting and killing people.

That kind of careful, but also nostalgic happiness.

After Hualien left, Pei Yuan could rest assured to carry out his activities.

The army confronted each other, and there was a crowd of soldiers in armor, full of murderous aura.

There was a roar from somewhere.

"Kill!"

One voice drove millions of voices, and the word "kill" resounded through the sky and echoed above the city gate.

Soldiers met each other, sword lights flickered, blood flowed continuously, and wailing was everywhere.

Mo Wuyuan struggled to break through the encirclement of the army, but he didn't even kill a single person!
Pei Yuan's subordinates, men and women, seemed to be his doppelgängers. They were all highly skilled in martial arts and good at using tricks.

After a while, he was overwhelmed and exhausted, and he was about to be captured.

At the same time, compared to the hustle and bustle of Fuyu Kingdom's city, Dongyin Palace is peaceful.

Bamboo forest hides from the world, and the fragrance of flowers hits people.

Mo Fusang sat in a small pavilion facing the stream, with his back against the green hills, with a sunspot between his slender fingers.

Very leisurely.

He didn't look like he was under custody at all.

"Have you heard about the whereabouts of Huajing?"

He was holding a chess piece, frowning as he looked at the intricate chess game in front of him, and casually asked his subordinate kneeling next to him.

"Returning to Emperor Shi, it seems that he was taken away by a carriage in the street. His subordinate brought Miss Hua's younger brother. He said he knew where his sister had gone."

"Bring it up."

"Yes."

"Wait, let's serve a few more plates of dim sum."

The corners of Mo Fusang's lips curled up. Children like sweets the most.

"Big Brother, Big Brother, hurry up and save my sister!!"

As soon as Mu Muyang was brought up, he rushed towards Mo Fusang.

The subordinates next to him were so frightened that they rushed to hug this little ancestor. You must know that Master Di Shi doesn't like others to touch him the most!
He stretched out his hand, but saw Mo Fusang waved his hand, motioning for him to go down.

He froze for a moment, then took the order to retreat.

Mu Muyang fell at Mo Fusang's feet, looking up mournfully.

"What happened to your sister?"

Mo Fusang raised his eyebrows, and lifted the boneless guy up, "Sit down, eat some snacks, and speak slowly."

As soon as Mu Muyang saw the exquisite snacks on the plate, he immediately sat upright, stretched out his small hand, took a piece from it, took a bite, and said with a broken heart: "That day I and My sister saw the notice that you were wanted. Just as my sister was about to take me somewhere, she was stopped by a carriage. A man named Wen Luohan got off the top. My sister called him Prince. He seemed gentle, but I always I thought he was a bad person, but after my sister was taken away by him, she never came back."

The more Mu Muyang spoke, the more he choked up, and even the cakes he ate fell into pieces because of grinning and crying, and mixed with tears, they turned into cake paste.

Mo Fusang reached out to wipe it off for him without hesitation, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I probably know where she has gone, don't worry, I will rescue her."

Mo Fusang stroked Mu Muyang's small head, his eyes thoughtful.

"Prince Beiming, you can't enter!"

"I have something important to ask your master!"

Bei Mingyi ignored the obstruction, knocked past the guards and rushed in.

The two argued and came to Mo Fusang.

"You go down."

Mo Fusang signaled the guards to retreat, leaving Beiming Yiyin behind.

He looked at the man carefully, and soon smiled lightly: "You are also here for the flower mirror, should I call you Beiming Yiyin, or something else?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Bei Mingyi panicked, he probably knew his identity.

"I don't know who you are, but what I can be sure of is that you are not the real Beiming Yiyin, Huajing, and you are not the real Huajing. Maybe the real ones are dead."

When it comes to that little brother Hua Jing who calls him, Mo Fusang still can't accept her departure.

But he could feel that Huajing's mind was very clear, and he could even say the words that he didn't want to marry someone he didn't like.

That is definitely not what the former Huajing can say.

As for Beiming Yiyin, he had suspected it a long time ago. He didn't know Huajing well, so why did he come to look for her again and again, and Huajing also looked afraid of him.

Then it can only explain one problem, they came together, and there was hatred in the past.

"You are right, this matter is very complicated, let me tell you slowly."

The two sat and chatted until the evening, and Mo Fusang finally understood what was going on.

"But you said she now regards you as an enemy, could it be that scoundrel Si Xiang did something?"

"Why do you believe I'm not a bad person?"

Bei Mingyi faintly wondered, even he himself began to doubt himself.

"It can be seen from your eyes that you are not someone who has means to harm others.".
"..."

Beiming Yiyin couldn't tell whether he was praising him or scolding him.

Forget it.

"The most important thing now is to rescue her."

The two discussed for a while, and decided to divide into two ways to save Hua Jing.

On the way, Mo Fusang learned that the fight between Fuyu Kingdom and Luan Bing Kingdom was actually driven by Beiming Yiyin. He promised that as long as Luan Bing Kingdom fought with Fuyu Kingdom for a few days, they would kill the three of Shangqian Kingdom. Divide the land.

Laughing to death, he doesn't feel bad at all if it's not him.

too womb.

Huajing was in a hurry, she couldn't get out, the people outside were watching her, she was followed by a group of people every time she went to the bathroom!

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a sound of wood being kicked to pieces outside.

She hurriedly broke the window to look, and saw that familiar touch of green.

At this time, she loves green more than anyone else! ! ! !

"Mo Fusang!! Mo Fusang!"

She yelled like a trumpet, hoping that he would hear it soon and come to rescue her.

Mo Fusang heard Hua Jing's direction at once, knocked out several guards one after another, came to her door, and said softly: "A Jing, be good, step back."

Hua Jing obediently stood far away from the door.

With another bang, Mo Fusang broke into the door, and the door swayed twice and fell to the ground.

Hua Jing was startled by that voice, but was embraced by a cold embrace in an instant.

"Do you know how much I worry about you?"

Mo Fusang's deep voice fell into Huajing's ears, which made her feel very at ease.

Then Beiming Yiyin also broke in, but saw two people hugging each other.

His eyes darkened and returned to normal.

As soon as Huajing raised her eyes, she saw Beiming Yiyin's lost eyes. After learning that he was Nan Zhao, she was still a little uncomfortable, so she hurriedly pushed Mo Fusang away and straightened her dress.

"That, that..."

Hua Jing didn't know how to explain it.

"It's okay, I know."

Bei Mingyi smiled faintly, and that smile was full of bitterness.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that if he changed his identity, she would be far away from him.

The former Mu Lingshang was something he could touch, but now it has become invisible.

He even began to feel that the person in front of him was not her.

Could it be that some friendships really cannot stand the test of time?
"Okay, let's go."

Seeing Beiming Yiyin staring endlessly, Mo Fusang stepped forward and stood in front of Huajing.

The three of them were about to leave the palace when they heard Wen Luohan's voice.

"Since you're here, why don't you sit down for a while?"

The three of them were startled, only to see Wen Luohan coming in from the door with a smile on his face, but there was a trace of murderous look in his eyes.

"Dog, do you dare to be arrogant?!"

Hua Jing is not very strong, and her tone is not small, so she scolded first.

Wen Luohan's eyelids twitched, and he endured it.

"puff."

Mo Fusang couldn't help laughing out loud.

Wen Luohan's face turned even darker.

"You're dying, still laughing?"

Wen Luohan's words were startling, Mo Fusang's laughter stopped, and his face slowly froze.

He subconsciously looked at Huajing, and hurriedly explained: "Don't listen to his nonsense, he's just scaring people."

He is dying.

Since yesterday, the blood he vomited has already dyed the entire robe red.

But he can't let Huajing know.

If Wen Luohan threatens Hua Jing with his life, Hua Jing will definitely have concerns.

Huajing believed in Mo Fusang, but Wen Luohan didn't need to lie.

"Is it true?"

Hua Jing deliberately pretended to be indifferent, and Mo Fusang's face turned pale from fright, and he hesitated to speak.

Seeing his appearance, she understood.

"What the hell did you do to him?"

Huajing turned to question Wen Luohan.

A trace of complacency appeared on Wen Luohan's face.

He said slowly: "It's nothing, it's just a trace of black air, slowly devouring his life and turning him into an empty shell."

Before Huajing finished listening, tears fell.

She looked at Mo Fusang with tears in her eyes, unable to speak.

"Why are you crying, silly girl, he may not be able to kill me."

Yesterday's vomiting of blood was not that painful, but now Huajing's tears made Mo Fusang's heart hurt badly. He couldn't see a woman crying, let alone his beloved woman crying.

He would rather use his life for her to not shed tears for the rest of her life.

The eyes were covered by a pair of big hands, and the warmth came, which instantly eased the soreness.

Hua Jing tried her best to open her eyes, and through a gap in her finger, she saw some bright red.

She hastily broke off his fingers with her hands and bit his palm with her teeth, but no matter how hard she tossed, the big hand seemed to be inlaid, and she couldn't take it off no matter what.

"Let go of me, Mo Fusang! I'm angry! Did you vomit blood...can you let me see..."

Crying to the end, almost begging.

Huajing only felt tears in front of her eyes, permeating her entire cheeks, her voice was hoarse and frighteningly weak.

Even so, she still couldn't stop Mo Fusang's insistence.