V2.Chapter 23 (1/2)

Although the king Yu was not favored, he was still a king. He had been well respected since he was a child, but there were no scars on his body. This is different from the cloaked man.

Then, he is probably just the king of Yu, and has nothing to do with the cloaked man.

On the street flower heart doubt dispels, in seeing Yan Beicheng light naked upper body, the eye light actually is groundless, has become a bit unnatural, the white cheek flies on a bit of blush.

She quickly pulled aside the quilt and covered Yan Beicheng's upper body tightly. However, her eyes fell on Yan Beicheng's cheek again, and the words of cloaked man slowly floated out of her mind.

Although Yuzhou is remote, the identity of Yanbei city is located here. It is doomed that Yuzhou will not be a peaceful and simple place. She thought it was too simple.

Moreover, she has just come to Yuzhou, and she has no foundation at all. If she wants to have a foothold, maybe she should continue to narrow her edge, quietly add her own wings and find a support.

As for this supporter, the person in front of us is the best choice.

Yan Beicheng fell asleep for an hour and woke up early. He stood up on the bed and saw that he was naked, and the flowers on the street sat alone in front of the mirror to comb his hair. Suddenly, his face was suddenly full of color. But this suddenly after, only left a face of disgust.

He put on his clothes and covered his back neck, which he did not know for some reason. He muttered in disgust, ”I did not drink too much wine yesterday, but ran two times from chenghuan Pavilion and rested here.”

Through the dim yellow Luan mirror, moshang flower collects the gods of yanbeicheng one by one in his eyes, but he is not angry at half a minute. Instead, he puts down the rhinoceros horn comb in his hand and walks away with a light smile.

”Lord, I'll wait on you to change your clothes.”

As he spoke, he had already picked up Yan Beicheng's outer shirt, flattened the clothes in his hands and motioned him to come over.

Yan Beicheng flashed a little surprised on the surface. He turned around in disbelief and flattened his hand. ”Did you take the wrong medicine today?”

Mo Shang Hua did not answer, but moved gently and put his clothes on Yan Beicheng.

The wound on her body could not be found by others. As usual, she gently pulled a pair of hands, which inevitably involved the wound between her arms. Suddenly, she frowned with pain, and her movements in her hands could not help but stagnate.

”What?” Yan Beicheng looked sideways at the flowers on the street behind him, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he were dissatisfied.

”Nothing.” The eyebrow heart of Mo Shang Hua's light frown was immediately smoothed, and the pale lips gently raised a smile, and the movement in his hands was restored again, and he continued to put on his clothes.

However, the wound between the left arm, in her hands, from time to time will be involved, so that the movement of her hands from time to time there will be slow stagnation.

Yan Beicheng turned around and looked at the flowers on the street who hung his head and tied his belt. He couldn't help saying, ”this is not a good thing to do. It's clumsy.”

Having said that, he is very useful, allowing the stranger to play with the service, without the slightest intention to let her stop.

Mo Shang Hua looked up at Yan Bei Cheng, did not speak, suddenly bent over to him, two arms through his thin waist, want to wrap the belt around and back.