Chapter 57 Don't know martial arts

"Don't move!" An Yi tightened the dagger in his hand, his face was cold, and his eyes stared straight at the blue vision like an awl. "Reveal your mask!"

Just now, he saw Mo Qingcheng's face turn red and came out alone. He was worried that she was drunk, so he followed her. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned the corner, she disappeared. He searched the garden and didn't see her shadow. Just as he was about to go back to the hall, he heard a gasp in the grass, and there was something faint. With light on the ground, he carefully pushed away the grass, but saw Qingcheng being pressed under a masked man. In a hurry, he pulled out the butterfly willow knife that the queen had just rewarded.

Mo Qingcheng's panic heartbeat is a little calm, but he can't be completely relieved. He is strong in martial arts. Although he holds a dagger, comfort may not be his opponent.

"If you have time to look at me, it's better to take care of the woman behind me!" The dark and deep pupils are like a soft night, and the evil voice is flamboyant, and there is no fear at all.

Mo Qingcheng's black eyes suddenly panicked, and her face suddenly burned red. She remembered that her coat had just been uncovered by him, and now her body was exposed to the air unobstructed.

An Yi turned his head slightly and saw that the front of Mo Qingcheng had opened, revealing the beautiful spring light, and was lying motionless on the ground. He immediately lowered his eyelids, and his handsome face had a faint blush.

In an instant, the young manor bounced off the dagger with his fingers and walked away with light skills while he was at ease. His movements were light and free, clean and neat, without the smell of tension.

An Yi was stunned, quickly took off his robe and put it on Mo Qingcheng, and asked solemnly, "Qingcheng, are you all right?"

Mo Qingcheng blinked his eyes and then looked straight at him.

Seeing that she didn't answer, An Yi thought she was frightened and picked her up gently, with her eyes clear like running water. "Don't be afraid, I'm coming!"

Mo Qingcheng stiffened his body and wanted to resist, but he couldn't move. His body was a little cold because he lay in the cold soil for a long time. The heat on his body came, and Mo Qingcheng felt a warmth and leaned on his chest with some greed.

Except for the garden, there were people everywhere. It was impossible for him to take the untidy Mo Qingcheng out like this. After thinking about it, he decided to wait for Mo Qingcheng to come back and tidy up his clothes before going out.

He hugged her quietly like this, and Mo Qingcheng scolded him thousands of times in his heart. Can't he see that he has been spotted?

" Let her go!" Hearing a roar, He Liancheng rushed over quickly and took Mo Qingcheng into his arms. His face turned white and stared at him angrily: "What is the little marquis doing?"

"Just now, a masked man wanted to plot against his wife, but I just helped him!" The comfortable and melancholy sounded. He just wanted to hug Mo Qingcheng, but he didn't expect He Liancheng to come so soon!

He Liancheng's handsome eyebrows suddenly frowned. He was so bold that he actually chased here!

"Falling!" He Liancheng whispered. He regretted that he was late. The masked man was wrong to Qingcheng twice, and he failed to appear at the first time. I don't know if Qingcheng will blame him?

Seeing that Mo Qingcheng's face was expressionless and stiff all over, he stretched out his hand to untie her acupuncture point and muttered softly, "Are you all right?"

"How did you come?" Mo Qingcheng stared at him dissatisfiedly, then leaned against his arms to straighten his clothes, took off his robe and handed it to An Yi, "Thanks to the little marquis!"

"Have you been acupuncture? No wonder he didn't struggle at all when he lay in his arms. He thought she liked him!

"The little marquis can't do martial arts, of course he doesn't know!" He Liancheng saw the loss in his eyes and suddenly felt better. Only then did he see Qingcheng fall so meekly in Anyi's arms. He almost wanted to tear Anyi angrily. After finding that she had been acupuncture points, he calmed down a little.

He can't do martial arts? Mo Qingcheng was a little unbelievable, so he just put a dagger on the neck of the young manor! What on earth is he thinking? Doesn't he want to die?

When it was cold and hot, Mo Qingcheng couldn't help talking. He Liancheng took off his clothes and wrapped her sadly, "Let's go home!" The tone is domineering and unquestionable.

Mo Qingcheng smiled comfortably and walked out with He Liancheng's footsteps.

He stood in the dark in a comfortable way, with a sad look on his white and thin face.

Back to the general's mansion, He Liancheng immediately asked someone to prepare a bucket of hot water to let her bath out of the cold air in her body.

Mo Qingcheng took off his clothes with his back to him and slowly stepped into the bathtub. After touching the hot water, there was a pain in her back. She took a breath and looked behind her back.

"What's wrong?" He Liancheng stepped forward and saw a deep scratch on Mo Qingcheng's snow-white and smooth back.

"It must have been cut by a branch!" Mo Qingcheng poured a little water on his back, just like nothing. This minor injury is nothing to her. After all, she is also a person who came from a bullet.

He Liancheng's eyes darkened, took Mo Qingcheng out of the barrel, carefully dried her body, then put it in **, took out the medicine box from the cabinet, and gently wiped the medicine on his back.

His expression was focused, and Mo Qingcheng was moved.

"Qingcheng, do you blame me?" He Liancheng's painted sword eyebrows frowned, and his resolute face was full of haggardness and sadness, "Every time you needed me most, I didn't appear in time!"

"Fool, you married me the most timely appearance!" Mo Qingcheng lay on **, and his jade hand gently stroked his eyebrows, "Never frown for me!"

He Liancheng was stunned, put away the medicine box, hugged Mo Qingcheng tightly and stopped talking.

At this moment, the two hearts depend on each other, and silence is the most beautiful words.