Traitor

Chapter 25 Would You Mind If I Help You?
Jian Yan came to visit Zhao Wuyou every day, but he heard that people from Dongchang had come just after entering the mansion today.He hurried to Zhao Wuyou's bedroom, just in time to see Mu Baili coming out of the room, even though he was scared out of his wits, he was more worried.

Worried about Zhao Wuyou!
Zhao Wuyou was injured, if Mu Baili killed someone, it would be easier than strangling an ant.

"Worriless!" Jian Yan wanted to rush up, but was quickly stopped by Yun Zheng and Xi Mo.

Lu Guoan's sword is not a vegetarian.

"What on earth are you thinking? What do you do to Wuyou? You Dongchang dare to hurt her, the emperor will not let you go, and I will not let you go." Jian Yan clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fell straight down. On the door behind Mu Baili, it was really more anxious than hand and foot.

"Who are you?" Mu Baili casually played with the jade finger, and suddenly his figure flickered, as fast as lightning.The next moment, he had already grabbed his neck. With a little force, Jian Yan's neck would be broken on the spot.

"No!" Yunzheng and Xi Mo were anxious.

"My father is Jian Weizhong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry." Jian Yan's face was livid and purple, showing no sign of giving in, "Even if you kill me, I still have to say it. Don't hurt Wuyou, whoever dares to touch her, I'll be a ghost."

Mu Baili smiled, and loosened his hand, Jian Yan was like dough, slumped on the ground.A frail scholar, who is Mu Baili's opponent.

"Weigh it first before saving someone. I have a few catties. Don't put yourself in when I can't save someone." Mu Baili turned around with a flick of his sleeves, just in time to meet Zhao Wuyou's cold eyes.

Enduring the pain, Zhao Wuyou hurriedly walked towards Jian Yan.

Xi Mo and Yunzheng quickly helped Jian Yan up.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Wuyou asked in a low voice, frowning as he looked at his neck, which was red from being strangled by Mu Baili, "Does it hurt?"

Jian Yan shook his head, held Zhao Wuyou's cold hand, and looked anxious, "How are you? Did he attack you?"

"This is the Prime Minister's Mansion, how could something happen to me?" Zhao Wuyou withdrew his hand and turned to look at Mu Baili who was expressionless, "Does the Governor want to stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion for dinner?"

The emperor is still waiting!
Mu Baili smiled coolly, and looked at Zhao Wuyou and Jian Yan with deep meaning, "I never imagined that the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Industry would have such a backbone. It seems that there are some things, and I have to think about it."

"You go back!" Zhao Wuyou smiled faintly at Jian Yan, "I still have to enter the palace."

Jian Yan opened his mouth, so many words came to his lips, but he couldn't say any more.She's fine!Nothing else matters.Thinking of this, with Jian Yan accompanying him, he had to watch Zhao Wuyou get into the carriage to feel at ease.

Zhao Wuyou followed Mu Baili and walked towards the gate of the mansion, with thin sweat on his forehead, he looked a little tired.A plain white face, more and more heart-wrenching.

Mu Baili got into the carriage first, followed by Zhao Wuyou stepping on the scorpion.

She reached out to hold the carriage. After all, she was injured now, and getting on the carriage and moving her legs was not as easy as before.Jian Yan stepped forward quickly, ready to help her.Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached out, someone took the first step.

Zhao Wuyou raised his head in astonishment, Mu Baili squatted halfway on the carriage, his warm eyes were golden like sunshine.He just looked at her with a smile on his face, held her icy catkin, "Master Zhao, do you mind if I give you a hand?"

Zhao Wuyou glanced at Jian Yan, then looked at Mu Baili with a smile on his face, "Thank you, Governor." Then he got into the carriage and breathed a sigh of relief.

She was thinking just now that the accessories in the carriage are always hard, but she didn't realize that Mu Baili is a thoughtful person, and all the seats in the carriage are covered with thick velvet cushions.

Zhao Wuyou was slightly startled, looked up at Mu Baili in front of him, and for a moment forgot that his hand was still held in his palm.

The ice is cool, soft and boneless, and the delicate and smooth touch is really excellent.

(End of this chapter)