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The doctor showed that he was scared, but the doctor did not say anything and did not panic. He just received what Lin Yarong gave him in his sleeve without a trace.

"Madam, drink water."

Lin Yarong took the water cup handed over by Ashina and drank it.

After a while, Mojiru turned around and saw that she looked better than before. Mojiru couldn't help taking a long breath.

"Are you hungry?"

Lin Yarong shook her head.

Mojiru reached out and touched her forehead gently and said unhappily, "The doctor said that you are hungry and sick, and you don't cover more at night. You deserve to be sick."

Lin Yarong ignored Mojilu. She turned to the doctor and said, "Dir, please."

The doctor squeaked vaguely, then whispered a few words to Mojiru, and then picked up the medicine box and walked to the door.

"Ashaina, go and bring a basin of hot water." Mojiru ordered.

Ashaina took a look at Lin Yarong, and then ran out of the room and didn't forget to put it on the door.

Mojiru looked at her and said after a long time, "I know what you are thinking, and I know you don't want to. But no matter what, you have to take care of yourself.

If it hadn't been for the way to escape, Lin Yarong really didn't want to talk to Mojilu. She glanced at Mojilu and said angrily, "My body is mine. I can do whatever I want without bothering the eldest prince."

Mojiru couldn't help but be a little angry when he saw that he was kindly regarded as a donkey liver and lungs, but when he saw that Lin Yarong's face was pale and his face was almost thin and thin, he couldn't help sighing slightly.

After a while, Mojiru said helplessly, "If you are tired, sleep for a while. I'll let someone make some light food for you."

Lin Yarong ignored him, and she raised the quilt to cover her head.

Although I'm not sure what Mojiru wants to do, Lin Yarong just doesn't want to give him any good face. As the saying goes - he has nothing to do, he is a traitor or a thief.

She and Mojiru have nothing to talk about.

Even though she was seriously ill this time, after a day of delay, Mogilu still decided to pass the ten thousand miles as soon as possible.

The further north he went, Lin Yarong found that Mojiru was getting more and more worried. Why was he so eager to get out of the customs? Are you worried that people in Beijing will find that she has been transferred? Lin Yarong thought that Mojilu would dare to rob her from the heavenly prison. His uneasiness would not be because of her. So what is Mojiru worried about? Is there something wrong with Wei Moguo?

But Lin Yarong has thought about it for a long time and has no clue. She couldn't help getting annoyed.

In the past few days, too many problems have filled her mind. Lin Yarong has wasted a lot of thoughts. Obviously, she felt that as long as she took another step closer, everything could be solved, but she could never take this last and most critical step.

She doesn't like this.

Lin Yarong didn't know whether the things she secretly handed over to the doctor were sent out safely, because Mojiru left in such a hurry. Even if she was too sick to get up, Mojiru still insisted on holding her into the carriage, and then quickly locked her thousands of miles.

Mojiru is very anxious, and so is Lin Yarong.

She has never encountered such a situation before, and she hasn't even thought about it. But now, looking at Mojiru sitting next to him, Lin Yarong feels isolated and helpless from her heart. She doesn't know what's waiting for her, and she doesn't know what she will be like tomorrow.

It's about eight hours from the town where they settled to Wanliguan. Maybe for the sake of her illness, Mojiru still slowed down the journey. They left in the morning and waited until late at night.

Lin Yarong herself had a fever and felt uncomfortable. After sitting in the carriage for a day, she only felt sore all over and had no strength. She couldn't even use the strength to let her fingers move gently.

She had no choice but to let Mojiru hold her upstairs and send her to the guest room.

Mojiru didn't put her in **, but sat in a chair with her in his arms and tightened the fur coat on her body. Mojiru looked at her and said tiredly, "Why are you sick at this time? Lin Yarong, what the hell are you doing?

Lin Yarong was sore and had no strength to say a word. She glanced at Mojiru, and she squeezed her mouth tightly.

seemed to be used to her disregard. Mojiru touched her head and poured a glass of water for her to drink.

The night wind blowing from outside the window poured into his neck with the unique cold in the north, and Lin Yarong moved uncomfortably.

"Is it cold?"

Mojiru held her tighter.

If there is still a trace of strength at this time, Lin Yarong will directly slap Mojilu twice. Except for Sun Jingbang, she has never been so close to other men.

But she doesn't like this and doesn't want to be treated like this. However, she also knows that she has no choice.

Tomorrow, when the Wanli Pass is passed tomorrow, I'm afraid Sun Jingbang will never catch up with him, right?

Lin Yarong suddenly hated it. She looked up at Mojilu, and then asked very tiredly, "Prince, why did you take me to the State of Wei Mo? It doesn't seem to do me any good, does it?"

Mojiru looked at her with an unfathomable expression.

After a long time, Mojiru whispered, "What do you think?"

"Will I still ask you if I knew?"

Mojiru looked into her eyes, as if he was considering whether her words were credible.

"Then let me ask you, did you kill Ling Cailan?"

What?

Lin Yarong was stunned and looked at Mojilu in disbelief: "What are you talking about?" But as soon as the words came out, she suddenly realized something, "Ling Cailan is your person?"

Mojiru did not nod or shake his head, but silence often explains everything.

Lin Yarong couldn't believe that Ling Cailan would be Mojiru's subordinate, but how could this happen?

Ashaina brought some food in. Mojiru motioned to put the food on the table, and then he waved his hand to beat everyone out.

"Didn't you ever doubt her before?" Mojiru looked at Lin Yarong and said, "I know you have always been very shrewd, but I can't figure out why you suddenly suspect Ling Cailan. Basically, she should have no flaws."

Lin Yarong's suspicion of Ling Cailan began when Mojilu entered Beijing.

After a long silence, Lin Yarong said, "Ling Cailan not only looks too much like Mu Yunyan, but I can't find out everything about Ling Cailan's past. How can a powerless little orphan girl not have the past? How can you have no relatives and friends? Isn't it suspicious that even familiar neighbors can't be found?

After hearing this, Mojiru said with a clear voice: "So that's it. It's my fault. Unfortunately, such a beauty spent so much time on layout, but in the end... she still died.

Lin Yarong seemed to hear something. She looked at Mojilu and asked puzzled, "You didn't design to kill Ling Cailan?"

"How can it be me?" Mojiru frowned, "She still needs it."

Useful? What's the use of putting Ling Cailan in the town's house? Thinking carefully, Lin Yarong immediately understood what Mojiru meant.

She snorted coldly: "Just as you want to have the same idea on me, then I can tell the eldest prince that you have found the wrong person."

She knew what Mojiru wanted. If it was just an ordinary thing, Mojiru would not have thought so much to find a woman like Mu Yunyan to put beside Sun Jingbang. But Lin Yarong knows Sun Jingbang. Whether it is Mu Yunyan or her, that man will never hand over the world's general for a woman.

Mojiru really found the wrong person to make an idea from her.

Mojilu laughed and said, "You know I have always liked to suffer losses. You have killed such an important pawn. Should I ask you for benefits?"

You?

Lin Yarong couldn't help speculating what Mojilu meant.

Ling Cailan didn't die at the hands of Mojilu, so who killed Ling Cailan?

She looked at Mojiru, looked at it, and guessed. She wanted to know what Mojiru knew.

"Then who are you going to threaten when you tie me to Wei Moguo?"

Although she knew something, Lin Yarong still didn't understand the purpose of Mojilu's kidnapping her. Mojilu has fought with Sun Jingbang before. He should know that the man has always had his own bottom line. In those years, Sun Jingbang did not turn his head for Mu Yunyan, and now he will not make any sacrifices for her.

Mojiru made an indifferent expression: "Don't ask me this question, because I don't know."

Lin Yarong didn't believe that Mojiru's words were half hidden, and he didn't mention the most important and crucial thing.

Lin Yarong thought for a while and asked, "Then what's the matter with you and King An?"

The smile on the corners of Mojiru's mouth became deeper and deeper: "Guess?"

Who gave her a knife? Lin Yarong really wanted to stab Mojiru directly with a knife.

As if he saw through what she was thinking, Mojiru lowered his head against her forehead and whispered, "I know you want to stab me, just like you stabbed King An at the beginning, but King An didn't do the last thing, so I'm not sure."

Lin Yarong was stunned, and the situation in Anwang Mansion that day appeared in her mind again. I have to say that Lin Yarong really doesn't like this memory because she feels ashamed.

And what did Mojiru see at that time?

Mojiru's fingers gently slid on her face, and his breath hit her face again and again, but Lin Yarong only felt cold all over her body, and she was extremely uncomfortable.

Unknown emotions flowed in Mojilu's blue eyes. He looked at her and then forced her to look away. Finally, he asked softly, "Did King An touch you that day?"

To ask Lin Yarong how she feels at this time, she just wants to say - danger. An unprecedented sense of uneasiness strangled her heart. She looked at Mojiru and said nothing.

Slowly, very slowly, Mojiru narrowed his eyes.

"You won't be stupid enough to let that loser touch you, will you? Lin Yarong, how can you do this? Are you worthy of Sun Jingbang?

Is it worthy of Sun Jingbang?

Lin Yarong suddenly smiled. How could Mojiru ask such a very stupid question?

Sett down, Lin Yarong asked, "Then dare to ask the eldest prince, if King An really touches me, what do you want to do?" Do you want me too?"

Mojiru was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect Lin Yarong to say so.

Looking at Mojilu for a long time, Lin Yarong spit out two words with contempt: "Bastard."

Whether it's King An or Mojiru in front of them, they have misread her.

Don't you know that she hates bastards the most?