The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 46: Who is rare!

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Chapter 46 Who is rare!

"Who is rare!" Ye Jun suddenly turned his head, disapproving. Speechless, Yao Mowan chuckled lightly, and immediately looked at Ben Lei.

"Well done, here are the next step instructions, Mangyuan, please give it to you!" Yao Mowan took out the bamboo tube from her sleeve and handed it to Ben Lei's hand, constricting her eyes.

"Master, rest assured, Ben Lei will live up to expectations." Ben Lei took the bamboo tube and looked at Ye Junqing on the side subconsciously, but when he saw Yao Mowan nodded slightly, he stopped delaying and left the carriage.

Heart, unspeakably heavy, Yao Mowan leaned heavily on the wood of agarwood, looking towards the carport, Mangyuan is rich in metal deposits, and is also the name of the land of fish and rice. It is located at the junction of Chushu and is not listed The territories of the two countries have always been the focus of the conflict between Chu and Shu. At that time, Yao Moxin secretly sent people to stay here for a long time in order to obtain this precious land, carrying Ye Hongyi on his back, and allocated funds to build money houses, cloth houses, and grain houses. It is the Self-Defense Force who recruits troops privately, but Yao Moxin is the manipulator behind the scenes. Originally, she wanted to tell Ye Hongyi when the time was right, so as to give him a surprise, but she didn't expect that Ye Hongyi was one step ahead of her and gave her a big ‘surprise’.

Back to the palace, Ye Junqing got out of the car and walked on his own. In the end, he didn’t say a word to Yao Mowan. Yao Mowan understood his state of mind at the moment, and the most proud pioneer went to his door. Ye Junqing must There is a feeling of being betrayed. Looking at Ye Junqing’s figure, Yao Mowan can’t help but curl his lips. You don’t want to fight, don’t fight, it’s okay, Mo Wan fights for you, grabs for you, no matter what means, Mo Wanhui will return you a magnificent big Chu rivers and mountains.

"Mother, Prince Su seems to be upset?" On one side, Ting Yue seemed to see a clue, Yingying stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"Follow him." Yao Mowan sighed lightly, and immediately walked towards Guanju Palace with Tingyue and Liu Xing. When the three of them were walking to the Imperial Garden, they suddenly heard a low groan from the canna that was half a person on the left.

"Niang Niang?" Liu Xing subconsciously guarded Yao Mowan, watching the grass on his left side. Speechless, Yao Mowan cast a look at Liu Xing, who immediately jumped into the canna.

At this moment, Yao Mowan was very moved. She suddenly thought, even if there is a sea of ​​swords and flames in front of her, as long as she has a look, Liu Xing will not hesitate.

Almost half a cup of tea, Liu Xing came out holding a palace lady covered in scars.

"Mother, she is not dead, but the injury is not light!" Looking at the maid in Liu Xing's arms, her hair was messy, her neck was bruised, and her body had numerous scars. Yao Mowan's eyes were cold. This method must be the masterpiece of Andayama!

"Liu Xing, please be careful to send her to the shabby room behind Changle Palace, and then find a way to get her some medicine and food, try to save her!" Yao Mowan raised her eyes and looked around, but fortunately she was not. People found out.

"Yes!" Liu Xing never asked why, as long as Yao Mowan told him to do so. After Liu Xing left, Yao Mowan eased his emotions and returned to Guanju Palace with Tingyue.

When entering the Guanju Palace, Yao Mowan was surprised to find that Ye Hongyi was actually sitting there, holding a scroll in his hand, focusing on the scroll, and reading it carefully. Only one side reveals Ye Hongyi’s almost perfect facial features, elegant posture, clear outline, especially the deep and perseverance in those eyes. At that time, she was attracted by Ye Hongyi’s posture. If you go through fire and water, you must win the country for him. Thinking about it now, those sages and virtuous scrolls held in the hands of such awkward people, it really was a waste.