Bone to Heart Knowing Xiaohuan

She prayed in her heart: don't follow, don't follow...

In the recent period of time, her state of mind has never been calmer, but she has never been so nervous before, and she can't help clenching her fists quietly.

The purple-robed man behind her stood in front of her like a gust of wind, with a pair of strong arms stretched out to block her way.

"Wait!" came the commanding yet polite voice.

There was his usual majesty in the tone.

Mo Xiaohuan's heart choked, her heart beat faster for no reason.Mingming has already decided not to have any contact with him anymore, so why does she still feel nervous when she sees him.

Mo Xiaohuan held his breath and had to stop, but kept his head down and didn't look up.

Although she is now wearing a special mask, she is not sure if she will be recognized by the man in front of her.

Even if she didn't look at Yu Beiming, she could still feel his obsidian-like eyes staring at her.

The scorching gaze seemed to burn a hole in her body.

"Are you running away from something in such a hurry?"

There was a hint of impatience in Yu Beiming's tone, but he was not prepared to blame the person in front of him.

In this market, he could actually see a person who looked like Mo Qinghuan from the back.

Just a figure from the back made him chase after him like a demon, and he had to make sure if the figure from the back was the person he was dreaming of.

However, now that he stopped this figure, he was a little disappointed - why is it a man...

For a moment, he was actually a little embarrassed. He should find some reason to explain his unreasonable impulse.

His sharp gaze swept over the hilt in the opponent's hand, and he immediately paid attention.

Yu Beiming stretched out his hand: "I saw this sword hilt just now, and I like it very much. You can sell it to me."

Mo Xiaohuan was slightly surprised, he followed this sword hilt because of his fancy?

Either way, with his character, he must get the hilt.

Mo Xiaohuan deliberately lowered his voice: "Two taels of silver."

Her words were kept as short as possible, so as not to be caught by him.

But Yu Beiming handed over five taels of silver: "You just bought it from a vendor with two taels of silver, and I will buy it from you again, so naturally you won't suffer too much."

Mo Xiaohuan didn't want to be entangled with him for too long, so let's do as much as he said.

She stretched out her small and slender hand, ready to take the money, deliver it and leave.

Yu Beiming stared at the little hand stretched out, his eyes widened suddenly—an illusion, is everything an illusion?

His vision gradually widened, and he looked up and down the person in front of him: the slender figure did not look like a man, and the beautiful and slender neck was exactly what he remembered.

"Is your son so ugly, why do you keep your head down?" Yu Beiming asked domineeringly.

Mo Xiaohuan couldn't help frowning, what was he going to do.

Want to buy a sword handle, no problem, sell it to him.

But buying things depends on what the merchant looks like.

Thinking about it, Mo Xiaohuan immediately guessed what Yu Beiming meant: he didn't really want to buy a sword hilt, but he just used the excuse of buying something to entangle himself in order to reveal his identity.

Mo Xiaohuan made a quick decision: "I won't sell it anymore."

After speaking, she turned around and left, not giving Yu Beiming any more chances.

"Stop!" Seeing that Mo Xiaohuan was about to flee, Yu Beiming immediately stretched out his hand, trying to grab Mo Xiaohuan.

However, the market was already crowded, and Mo Xiaohuan walked briskly through the bustling crowd, trying to avoid him.

Yu Beiming stretched out his hand to grab an empty space.

Seeing Mo Xiaohuan flee farther and farther, he suddenly felt empty in his heart.

Can't let him escape!

"Stop!" Yu Beiming yelled loudly.

His voice was full of air, infused with a bit of inner strength.Some businessmen next to him were all stunned by his voice.

Mo Xiaohuan was also shocked, if Yu Beiming really got into a fight, she would have almost no chance of escaping.

I felt a gust of wind approaching from behind.Suddenly, several of Lin Muxiao's guards approached.

The guard stopped Yu Beiming at a critical moment: "Bold! How can you be rude to our young master!"

"Which slave are you!" Yu Beiming didn't seem to pay attention to the few people who blocked him.

There is still a little difference in appearance between the people of Doro and the people of Daliang.

Yu Beiming clearly noticed that the Daliang people in front of him were well-trained sergeants, and they were most likely engaged in guards and other errands.

Mo Xiaohuan's heart was in her throat, and she kept her back to Yu Beiming.

Fortunately, Lin Muxiao sent guards to rescue him, which solved the urgent need.

A guard whispered to Mo Xiaohuan: "Young Master Mo, you go first, the prince is waiting for you at the teahouse."

"Okay." Mo Xiaohuan took a step forward, and the leaving figure was as light as a startled bird.

Although the guard's voice was small, with Yu Beiming's skill, he could catch the subtleties.

Lord?

Prince Daliang—could it be Lin Muxiao?

The doubts in Yu Beiming's heart were even heavier: "The woman in front, stop!"

With a loud shout, he jumped over the guards and was about to catch Mo Xiaohuan.

When the guards saw Yu Bei meditating forcibly rushing through the pass, they all parried them.

And the attendants who originally came to Doluo Kingdom with Yu Beiming also leaned over when they saw the situation.

The swords and crossbows of the two sides were drawn away, and they were about to explode.

At this time, outside the crowd, the guards of the Doro kingdom shouted in an official voice: "What are you doing over there?"

Doro is a big trading country with mixed populations. In order to prevent chaos in the market, the government will send teams of soldiers to patrol.

This kind of patrolling soldiers is very cold-blooded, even worse than the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty.

Hearing the questioning voices of the patrolling soldiers, the buyers on both sides of the street stepped aside one after another.

Yu Beiming cursed secretly, once he fought with the patrolling soldiers, the nearby patrolling soldiers would rush over one after another.

"Let's go." Yu Beiming gave an order, and the people in the palace immediately disappeared into the crowd.

Lin Muxiao, just wait for me.

Three months later, Ling Wang Yu Beiming of Dongling Kingdom and his concubine Lin Muxin returned to Daliang Kingdom.

Along with King Ling and Princess Ling was the unmarried Princess Anning of Dongling Kingdom.

There was a lot of discussion among the people, saying that this time Ling Wang Yu Beiming visited Daliang Kingdom specially for Princess An Ning.

When Mo Xiaohuan heard that King Ling of Dongling Kingdom and his party had arrived at the palace, she hurried back to her other courtyard.

I didn't expect to be blocked by Yu Beiming when I walked halfway.

"This young master looks familiar." A trace of teasing flashed in Yu Beiming's long and narrow eyes.

Seeing him holding back his complacency, Mo Xiaohuan hesitated for a while.

Should you talk to him.What if he heard the voice.

Fortunately, the female officer at the side helped Mo Xiaohuan out of the siege, and answered for her: "This is Mr. Mo, the military advisor of our prince."

"It turned out to be Mr. Mo, I have admired him for a long time." Yu Beiming couldn't hide his smile anymore, and the corners of his sexy mouth split into a big arc.

"However, why has Mr. Mo kept silent?" Yu Beiming asked a difficult question

Looking at the guy with a wild smile in front of him, Mo Xiaohuan couldn't help frowning again.

Fortunately, the female officer was clever and quickly explained: "Don't blame Ling Wang, Mr. Mo's throat has been feeling a little uncomfortable recently, so it's inconvenient to speak."

"Oh—?" Yu Beiming dragged out his voice, staring at Mo Xiaohuan with great interest.