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The young man chatted with the woman in white for a few words, the woman suddenly drew her sword, and then they fought against each other for some reason.

It doesn't look like a fight, but it looks like a woman is deliberately feeding.

Young people are not good at taking real actions, and they can only leave room for every move.

Two cold lights, you come and go between the black and white figures, if you can ignore the cold face of the young man, this picture is still very eye-catching, the handsome man and the beautiful woman, the combination of hardness and softness, the collision of softness and beauty and rigidity and yang makes people People are fascinated.

Mo Beichen's complexion was not very good. He stood in the distance, motionless.

He has no time to appreciate this scene of a handsome man and a beautiful woman fighting each other, and he has not recovered from his physical crisis.

He found that the sharpness of his five senses had dropped several levels, and this change made him unacceptable for a while.

Swords and shadows staggered, the woman sprained her ankle for some reason, her whole body deviated, and almost hit the young man's sword.

The young man could only stretch out his hand to pull the person away, and turn the sword sharply, so as to avoid an accidental injury.

"Fairy Murong, are you alright?"

The woman supported the young man's arm, her pale cheeks blushed, "It's fine, thank you Mr. Yi."

Yi Qingyun nodded, wanting to retract his arms.

meow~meow~

"The sound of a cat?" Murong Yue was a little curious, she heard the sound and looked around, only to see a delicate-faced boy standing not far away holding a very cute white cat.

The dappled sunlight hit the boy's face, making the already thin boy look like a porcelain doll.

But for some reason, this young man looks like he has been hit hard. If he shed a few more tears, his heart might melt.

Murong Yue's arm was suddenly pulled back.

This behavior was really reckless and abnormal, although they only met twice, but Murong Yue still felt a little weird.

She has always been pestered by men endlessly, this is the first time a man avoids her like a scourge.

Murong Yue glanced at Yi Qingyun who was beside her, but she didn't expect the expression on his face to be even more terrifying.

Panic?

Did she read it right?Such a cold man is... panicking?

However, what Murong Yue didn't expect was that Yi Qingyun's heart was far richer than panic at this time, but it was a pity that his face couldn't express such complicated emotions.

flustered!It seems that I have made a huge mistake.

Before Yi Qingyun could figure out what he did wrong, his body had instinctively pulled his hand back.

And took a step outside, keeping a certain distance from the woman next to him.

He wanted to open his mouth to explain something, and he didn't want to be misunderstood by Mo Chen, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know what to justify.

He wanted to say that he and Murong Yue had nothing to do, he wanted to say that the scene just now was an accident.

He also wanted to say that he actually...

But he didn't know in what capacity he said these words.

On the surface, he and Mo Chen are master and servant, but in reality they are friends and confidants.

Such a relationship is really inexplicable.

Yi Qingyun felt that he was like a fish swimming in the cauldron or sitting on the charcoal of the furnace, in a dilemma.

"I'm here to bring you food, I have to go back beforehand." Mo Beichen felt like he was half-souled, and now he just wanted to go back to the Mozun Palace and let Qinglong help him find out what was going on. Something went wrong.

The boy put the wooden box on the ground "out of his mind", and left with the cat in his arms.

"Is that your servant?" Murong Yue asked softly.

Yi Qingyun said "um" casually, he didn't even hear Murong Yue's question clearly.

His mind is now full of the face of a teenager.

He didn't understand why Mo Chen showed such an expression...

Yi Qingyun's expression was gloomy, looking at the direction in which the young man was leaving, he fell into deep thought.

Mo Beichen returned to the courtyard with the cat in his arms. After sitting down, he slowly calmed down.

He can't go back to the Mozun Palace yet.

The abnormality of his body and the weakening of the five senses cannot be known by others.

If someone knows, he is the real catastrophe.

After smoking the pipe for a while, Mo Beichen completely calmed down.

As if nothing happened, sitting in the courtyard with my ancestors in the afternoon sun.

Sitting like this, no one knows what he is thinking.

However, Mo Beichen did not meditate for long, because soon an uninvited guest came to disturb him to purify his star wish.

"Ancestor, Daddy came to see you, do you miss Daddy?" Ji Ruohua greeted her beloved cat outside the courtyard.

The white cat's ears moved, as if it heard a familiar voice, and its furry body twisted in Mo Beichen's arms.

Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows and put the little guy on the ground.

The ancestor rushed to Ji Ruohua's feet in an instant.

"Fourth prince, what's the matter?"

Mo Beichen sat on a small stool and didn't even get up.

Ji Ruohua didn't care about the young man's rudeness, and without waiting for the young man to greet him, he dragged a small wooden chair and hugged his ancestor to Mo Beichen's side very familiarly.

"This prince lent you his beloved cat, why don't you take a look?" Ji Ruohua stroked his ancestor's bright fur and narrowed his eyes slightly, "This is the first time this prince has entrusted his ancestor to someone else."

"Thank you, Fourth Prince, for your kindness." Mo Beichen didn't even lift his eyelids, picked up a branch from somewhere and scratched it on the ground.

He didn't pay attention to Ji Ruohua's existence at all.

"Is Yi Qingyun not here? Is he practicing hard again? He is really desperate."

"Tomorrow in the mid-spring competition, Qingyun and the fourth prince will have a fight, so I dare not slack off." Yi Qingyun poked the ground with a wooden stick, "It seems that the fourth prince is sure of victory."

"Heh," Ji Ruohua chuckled, "Winning or losing is only temporary, and it is true to get what you want."

The crackling of branches stopped.

"The fourth prince wants to create momentum?" Mo Beichen shook his head lightly, "I see."

Ji Ruohua was a little surprised, he just said something casually, why did this monstrous young man seem to see through himself again.

"Is that so? What do you know?"

"Nothing." Mo Beichen shrugged.

"My prince wants to drink water."

"There is a teapot in the room to pour it yourself."

"Aren't you going to help me?"

silence.

After a while, Ji Ruohua put his ancestor on the small wooden stool that was never very comfortable on the ground and got up, walked into the house, and then sat back on the wooden stool with a teapot and two teacups.

"Has your house been ransacked?"

Mo Beichen raised his chin, "I was robbed by it."

meow~

"Well...it is indeed my ancestor's handwriting. I will get you a new set in a few days."

Ji Ruohua can still afford to pay for a few tables and chairs and extra quilts.

"You just said so, what exactly do you mean?" Ji Ruohua was really curious, and couldn't help asking again.

This half-speaking feeling made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"I didn't say that, the fourth prince heard it wrong."

"The ancestor will lend you some time."

"Five days?"

……

"Ten days? It can't be too much."

……

"Fifteen days, as high as the sky."

"What does the Fourth Prince want to know?"

"Who do you think will win tomorrow, me or Yi Qingyun?" Ji Ruohua stretched his legs forward, the small cloth stool was too short, it was really uncomfortable to sit on those legs.

Although this sitting posture doesn't suit his identity, he doesn't pay much attention to it in front of young people.

I don't know why he was so relaxed when he was with this boy.

The other party didn't fear him, didn't fear him, and even didn't respect him. In front of him, he seemed to be an ordinary commoner.

This made him feel more at ease.

"Of course the fourth prince lost."

The author has something to say: When it comes to a man's desire to survive, even if he is not enlightened, his body has already acted.

After all, people's desire to survive is instinct!

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