Chapter 1602 (1/2)

Although King Yu is not in favor, he is still a prince. He has always been a respectable man since childhood, but there is no scar on his body. This is different from the cloak man.

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

Mo Shanghua's doubts are dispelled. When he looks at Yan Beicheng's naked upper body, his eyes become unnatural for no reason, and his white cheeks are flushed.

She hurriedly pulled aside the quilt and covered Yan Beicheng's upper body tightly, which was a little settled in her heart. However, her eyes fell on Yan Beicheng's cheek again, and the words of the cloaker slowly floated out of her mind.

Although Yuzhou is located in a remote area, Yan Beicheng's identity here is doomed that Yuzhou will not be a peaceful and simple place. She thought it was too simple before.

What's more, she just came to Yuzhou and has no foundation at all. If she wants to have a foothold, maybe, as the cloak people said, she should continue to narrow her edge, quietly add her own wings and find a backing.

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

Yan Beicheng sleeps for an hour and wakes up early. He stood up with his bed and saw that he was naked and that he was sitting alone in front of the mirror combing his hair. But after this suddenly, there is only a look of disgust.

He put on his clothes and covered his back neck, which was slightly painful for some reason. He muttered in disgust, ”did I drink so much yesterday that I ran away from chenghuan pavilion to have a rest here?”

Mo Shanghua puts the gods of Yan Beicheng into her eyes one by one through the faint Huang Luan mirror, but she is not angry. Instead, she puts down her rhinoceros horn comb and walks over with a smile.

”Lord, I'll wait for you to change.”

While speaking, he had already picked up Yan Beicheng's coat, leveled it in his hand and motioned him to come.

A little surprised flashed across Yan Beicheng's face. He turned suspiciously and smoothed his hand. ”What medicine did you take today?”

Mo Shanghua doesn't answer, but moves gently and puts his clothes on Yan Beicheng.

The wound on the body can't be found by others. As usual, she gently pulled a pair of hands, which inevitably involved the wound between her arms. Suddenly, she frowned and frowned, and her movements in her hands were also stagnant.

”Why?” Yan Beicheng looked at the flowers on the street behind him, and his sword eyebrows frowned, as if dissatisfied.

”Nothing.” The frown of the flower on the street was immediately smoothed, the slight white lip gently lifted a smile, and the action in his hand was restored, and he continued to put on his clothes.

However, the wound between her left arm, when she raised her hand, would be involved from time to time, so that the movement in her hand would be slow and stagnant from time to time.

Yan Beicheng turned around and looked at the flower on the street who hung his head and tied his belt. He couldn't help but say, ”it's not good to do such a thing. It's clumsy.”

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

Mo Shanghua looks up at Yan Beicheng, but he doesn't speak. He suddenly leans down and gets close to him. His arms pass through his thin waist, and he wants to wrap his belt around him.