The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

It turned out that it was this wound that caused him such pain that he couldn't even lift it up.

Huangfu Lian was stunned for a moment, recalling the origin of this scar, and recalling the confrontation with Xiahou Fengli on the river bank before.

In the next second, he frowned, "Where is Mo Yong? How is Mo Yong?"

Huang Fulian's speaking speed suddenly accelerated, she couldn't help touching the wound, and coughed slightly several times.

"Don't get excited, Wu Yu said that Mo Yong is not dead, but the cut was too deep, so I don't know when he will wake up." Jiang Nanyan quickly stroked Huang Fulian's chest, comforting him. [

"Not dead?" Huangfulian breathed a sigh of relief, "Yan'er, you didn't lie to me, did you?" Huangfulian asked uncertainly.

He remembered that before, Wu Yu told himself that Mo Yong was hopeless...

Thinking of this, Huangfulian's black eyes dimmed again.

It was all his incompetence that caused his subordinates to be injured one after another.

If he wasn't so incompetent, Feng Yu and the others wouldn't have been captured by Xiahou Fengli, and Mo Yong wouldn't have been severely injured by Xiahou Fengli, and he is still unconscious.

All this is his fault!

Huang Fulian scolded herself so much that her whole face wrinkled together.

Along with it, he became emotional and coughed several times.

Jiangnan kept helping him, his movements were always gentle, and he didn't dare to be too vigorous, "Don't get excited, Mo Yong is really not dead. Wu Yu said that you will definitely ask Mo Yong when you wake up, so I arranged for him He's next door. If you don't believe me, I'll accompany you to see him when the injury on your body recovers. "