Chapter 279: 279
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"Yes."
Qiao Yan Ran sat on the big bed and said carelessly.
Hua Mo Chen heard this sentence, a tight heart, this HunJun has a suitable candidate, it is estimated that there is nothing wrong with him.
I'm afraid that what the third master told me is
Qiao Yan Ran looked at some absent-minded Hua Mo Chen and said with a smile: "isn't Mo Chen curious about the person who will accompany me on this southern tour?"
She felt that it was fun to tease Hua Mo Chen, just like teasing a cat, especially when she watched him blow up his hair, but she could only bear it.
Xiaoyuwan, who found out her thoughts: [??? 】
are you the devil?
"Curious."
Hua Mo Chen doesn't wonder at all after knowing that he doesn't exist, but in order to cooperate with this fatuous king, he still says so.
He did not win the southern tour of places, it is also expected.
After all, there is only one place for the southern tour. Compared with Wei Ziqi in the back palace, he has a far lower status in the heart of the HunJun.
Think about it with your toes and know it won't be him.
"It's Mo Chen." Qiao Yanran curled up her long finger and knocked it twice on Hua Mo Chen's chest.
Hua Mo Chen
He took a step back subconsciously. When he was about to cover his chest, he suddenly felt that the quota he said just now seemed to be He?
Can't you hear me wrong?
"Your Majesty, is it a minister?" Hua Mo Chen tries to open his mouth.
Qiao Yanran, sitting beside the bed, said: "Mo Chen, help me pinch my shoulder and press my leg, and pour another cup of tea."
Hua Mo Chen
He didn't expect much from this tour. To put it bluntly, in front of this fatuous king, he did some work to serve her day and night.
Hua Mochen thought of it and brought a cup of tea.
Because he was a little distracted, some of the tea overflowed and fell on his feet, and the ground was smooth. He stepped on the gauze that fell on his body, and the whole person fell back directly.
Hua Mo Chen was about to somersault and stabilize himself when he suddenly remembered that he couldn't show his martial arts in front of this fatuous king.
Otherwise, the Hun Jun has doubts about him, and carefully investigates, revealing some clues, which is bad.
Flower Mo dust thought of here, gave up the struggle, directly toward the ground planted in the past.
"Bang -"
a dull sound came.
Qiao Yanran tilts her head and finds Hua Mo Chen lying on the ground.
She went over and picked Hua Mo Chen up from the ground, gently put him on the big bed, reached out and raised his leg.
His wrists have been swollen up, the original white feet bare, some purple.
Hua Mo sprained his feet and felt some pain at the wound. A thin layer of sweat came out of his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, it's my carelessness. I lost my honor before the imperial court. Please make amends!"
"I beg your pardon."
Qiao Yanran pinches her eyebrows, but there's no doctor Xuan coming. She carefully checks Hua Mo Chen's wrists and finds a bottle of medicine oil from the room for injuries.
She poured the oil into her palm and rubbed it hot. Then she rubbed it on his wound.
Flower dust feel more painful, there is a feeling of the soul ascended to heaven.
He clenched his teeth, his voice trembled and said: "Your Majesty, how can I trouble your majesty to make a diagnosis and treatment in person, and cultivate himself for two days?"
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"Yes."
Qiao Yan Ran sat on the big bed and said carelessly.
Hua Mo Chen heard this sentence, a tight heart, this HunJun has a suitable candidate, it is estimated that there is nothing wrong with him.
I'm afraid that what the third master told me is
Qiao Yan Ran looked at some absent-minded Hua Mo Chen and said with a smile: "isn't Mo Chen curious about the person who will accompany me on this southern tour?"
She felt that it was fun to tease Hua Mo Chen, just like teasing a cat, especially when she watched him blow up his hair, but she could only bear it.
Xiaoyuwan, who found out her thoughts: [??? 】
are you the devil?
"Curious."
Hua Mo Chen doesn't wonder at all after knowing that he doesn't exist, but in order to cooperate with this fatuous king, he still says so.
He did not win the southern tour of places, it is also expected.
After all, there is only one place for the southern tour. Compared with Wei Ziqi in the back palace, he has a far lower status in the heart of the HunJun.
Think about it with your toes and know it won't be him.
"It's Mo Chen." Qiao Yanran curled up her long finger and knocked it twice on Hua Mo Chen's chest.
Hua Mo Chen
He took a step back subconsciously. When he was about to cover his chest, he suddenly felt that the quota he said just now seemed to be He?
Can't you hear me wrong?
"Your Majesty, is it a minister?" Hua Mo Chen tries to open his mouth.
Qiao Yanran, sitting beside the bed, said: "Mo Chen, help me pinch my shoulder and press my leg, and pour another cup of tea."
Hua Mo Chen
He didn't expect much from this tour. To put it bluntly, in front of this fatuous king, he did some work to serve her day and night.
Hua Mochen thought of it and brought a cup of tea.
Because he was a little distracted, some of the tea overflowed and fell on his feet, and the ground was smooth. He stepped on the gauze that fell on his body, and the whole person fell back directly.
Hua Mo Chen was about to somersault and stabilize himself when he suddenly remembered that he couldn't show his martial arts in front of this fatuous king.
Otherwise, the Hun Jun has doubts about him, and carefully investigates, revealing some clues, which is bad.
Flower Mo dust thought of here, gave up the struggle, directly toward the ground planted in the past.
"Bang -"
a dull sound came.
Qiao Yanran tilts her head and finds Hua Mo Chen lying on the ground.
She went over and picked Hua Mo Chen up from the ground, gently put him on the big bed, reached out and raised his leg.
His wrists have been swollen up, the original white feet bare, some purple.
Hua Mo sprained his feet and felt some pain at the wound. A thin layer of sweat came out of his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, it's my carelessness. I lost my honor before the imperial court. Please make amends!"
"I beg your pardon."
Qiao Yanran pinches her eyebrows, but there's no doctor Xuan coming. She carefully checks Hua Mo Chen's wrists and finds a bottle of medicine oil from the room for injuries.
She poured the oil into her palm and rubbed it hot. Then she rubbed it on his wound.
Flower dust feel more painful, there is a feeling of the soul ascended to heaven.
He clenched his teeth, his voice trembled and said: "Your Majesty, how can I trouble your majesty to make a diagnosis and treatment in person, and cultivate himself for two days?"
"Yes." Qiao Yan Ran sat on the big bed and said carelessly. Hua Mo Chen heard this sentence, a tight heart, this HunJun has a suitable candidate, it is estimated that there is nothing wrong with him. I'm afraid that what the third master told me is Qiao Yan Ran looked at some absent-minded Hua Mo Chen and said with a smile: "isn't Mo Chen curious about the person who will accompany me on this southern tour?" She felt that it was fun to tease Hua Mo Chen, just like teasing a cat, especially when she watched him blow up his hair, but she could only bear it. Xiaoyuwan, who found out her thoughts: ??? are you the devil? "Curious." Hua Mo Chen doesn't wonder at all after knowing that he doesn't exist, but in order to cooperate with this fatuous king, he still says so. He did not win the southern tour of places, it is also expected. After all, there is only one place for the southern tour. Compared with Wei Ziqi in the back palace, he has a far lower status in the heart of the HunJun. Think about it with your toes and know it won't be him. "It's Mo Chen." Qiao Yanran curled up her long finger and knocked it twice on Hua Mo Chen's chest. Hua Mo Chen He took a step back subconsciously. When he was about to cover his chest, he suddenly felt that the quota he said just now seemed to be He? Can't you hear me wrong? "Your Majesty, is it a minister?" Hua Mo Chen tries to open his mouth. Qiao Yanran, sitting beside the bed, said: "Mo Chen, help me pinch my shoulder and press my leg, and pour another cup of tea." Hua Mo Chen He didn't expect much from this tour. To put it bluntly, in front of this fatuous king, he did some work to serve her day and night. Hua Mochen thought of it and brought a cup of tea. Because he was a little distracted, some of the tea overflowed and fell on his feet, and the ground was smooth. He stepped on the gauze that fell on his body, and the whole person fell back directly. Hua Mo Chen was about to somersault and stabilize himself when he suddenly remembered that he couldn't show his martial arts in front of this fatuous king. Otherwise, the Hun Jun has doubts about him, and carefully investigates, revealing some clues, which is bad. Flower Mo dust thought of here, gave up the struggle, directly toward the ground planted in the past. "Bang -" a dull sound came. Qiao Yanran tilts her head and finds Hua Mo Chen lying on the ground. She went over and picked Hua Mo Chen up from the ground, gently put him on the big bed, reached out and raised his leg. His wrists have been swollen up, the original white feet bare, some purple. Hua Mo sprained his feet and felt some pain at the wound. A thin layer of sweat came out of his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, it's my carelessness. I lost my honor before the imperial court. Please make amends!" "I beg your pardon." Qiao Yanran pinches her eyebrows, but there's no doctor Xuan coming. She carefully checks Hua Mo Chen's wrists and finds a bottle of medicine oil from the room for injuries. She poured the oil into her palm and rubbed it hot. Then she rubbed it on his wound. Flower dust feel more painful, there is a feeling of the soul ascended to heaven. He clenched his teeth, his voice trembled and said: "Your Majesty, how can I trouble your majesty to make a diagnosis and treatment in person, and cultivate himself for two days?"
