The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Mo Yong replied respectfully.

Jiang Nanyan's ramblings were very vague. Although he tried to hear them clearly, he still couldn't understand what she was saying after listening for a long time.

But listening to Miss Jiang's raving just now, it should be a nightmare.

Mo Yong originally wanted to go in to see the detailed situation, but he was afraid that he would disturb Jiang Nanyan, so he never dared to go in.

Just as he was hesitating and preparing to inform the king, the king came back first. [

Mo Yong let out a long breath of relief.

"Didn't you tell me if you have any movement?" Huang Fulian gave Mo Yong a reproachful look, opened the door and rushed in.

Mo Yong looked at his hasty, even staggering steps, with a puzzled expression on his face.

He really didn't understand, it was just a nightmare, and it wasn't a big deal, so why should the king be so nervous?

Mo Yong, who had never liked any woman, didn't understand what was wrong with Jiang Nanyan that made Wang so fascinated that he almost lost himself.

Mo Yong stood there, looking at the closed door, puzzled.

Huangfu Lian didn't have time to understand what Mo Yong was thinking, after he entered the room, the first thing he did was to rush to the bed and hold Jiang Nanyan's hand.

Jiang Nanyan is having a nightmare!

Her face was all pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, her whole body was trembling, and she kept muttering to herself.