Bamboo horse is king

Chapter 1120
Mu Xintian finished all the words in one breath, gave Yan Chuyan a sideways glance, bypassed him, and walked towards Yan Chuhong and Shen Xiqin.

Yan Chuyan froze in place, Mu Xintian's words shocked him, it turned out that he had so many things that she hated.

Condescending, arrogant, flirtatious...

As soon as Mu Xintian walked behind Yan Chuhong, Yan Chuhong silently let go of Shen Xiqin's hand, expressing that he was overwhelmed.

Shen Xiqin lowered her head and smiled sullenly.

Mu Xintian walked to the front and looked at Yan Chuhong with hostility, "Why did you promise me yesterday?"

Yan Chuhong lowered his head silently, like a good baby, "Be careful next time, my lord!"

Mu Xintian snorted, "Yan Chuhong, until you can't promise to give my aunt the one and only, you'd better control your claws, otherwise I will chop them off!"

"Yes!" Yan Chuhong nodded, his eyes were sincere, and his attitude was quite good.

If he is like this, Mu Xintian can't blame him anymore, she is a person who just eats soft and not hard.

"Forget about today, pay attention next time, keep walking!"

As Mu Xintian said, she stepped aside and continued to monitor, thinking that she was also worried about her aunt.

Yan Chuyan stared at Mu Xintian from a distance, his expression was gloomy, and he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

Mu Xintian really wanted to ignore him, but after being stared at for a long time, she was really upset. She glared at Yan Chuyan, then withdrew her gaze, and continued to follow him.

In the end, Yan Chuyan had something to do and left.

The day passed without incident.

Early the next morning, Mu Xintian left Prince Yi's mansion early, and when he came back, he brought back the tools for blood transfusion.

Everything was ready and began to replace Yan Chumo.

Yan Chuyan and Liang Xu were waiting outside, and Yan Chuying, who had always wanted to trouble Mu Xintian, also came.

Yan Chuying quietly tugged off Yan Chuyan's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Emperor, is that Mu Xintian really that good at medicine?"

Yan Chuyan pursed his lips tightly, his handsome face was cold and speechless.

Yan Chuying curled her lips, asking was like not asking.

After about two hours, the door was opened from the inside, and a strong smell of blood rushed in, mixed with a foul smell.

Those guards who were used to exchange blood for Yan Chumo walked out of the room one by one with pale faces.

Yan Chuyan walked into the room, glanced at Yan Chumo who was on the bed, then looked at the replaced black blood in the basin on the ground, exuding a foul smell, a stern look flashed across his eyes.

Shen Xiqin and Mu Linyu walked to the window and opened it for ventilation.

Yan Chumo lay weakly on the bed, and said to Yan Chuyan, "Third Brother, I'm fine, so don't get angry."

Yan Chuyan walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, with restrained anger in his eyes, a cold expression on his face, and he said in a deep voice, "You can cultivate at ease, this king will investigate this matter to the end, and this king will never Will let it go!"

Yan Chumo smiled weakly.

"Brother Nine Emperors." Yan Chuying stepped forward and called in a low voice.

"Yingying, I'm fine, don't worry." Yan Chumo comforted.

"..."

Mu Xintian glanced at them and walked outside the house.

Shen Xiqin and Mu Linyu followed her.

Mu Xintian walked slowly in the courtyard with a complicated expression on her face, "Auntie, Lin'er, I want to go home."

"Me too!" Mu Linyu said.

Shen Xiqin bit her lips, "Me too, I'm homesick, the blood from Yi Wang's body seeps into people, this Dayin court royal..."

(End of this chapter)