Uncle, I'm running out of money again

Chapter 200 Grab his wrist and press him on the soft couch
"good very good."

Mo Yu finally spat out these words.

Letting go of his jaw, he returned to his calm and watery appearance.

Although he was very angry, in the end, Mo Yu didn't say anything, fearing that once he said something, it would be irreparable.

"I also drank the medicine. If your highness is fine, please."

Gu Huai'an didn't let go of the scroll in his hand, his eyes were as calm as water, and there was even some disgust in them, he came lightly in white clothes.

"I never knew that Xuan Qing hated me so much."

In fact, he knew it, but he didn't dare to admit it, didn't dare to touch the bottom line.

"I don't hate His Highness, I can only blame myself for being useless."

Gu Huai'an spoke softly, unable to hear any emotion, but in his words, the useless hatred for himself was even more obvious.

He hated himself for being too cowardly. It wasn't that he didn't love Mo Yu, but that in this position, he couldn't, he didn't dare.

Behind him is the country, he is Prince Fengluan, and he is also Prince Shengqi, the two of them are impossible.

If you know it's impossible, don't fall into it.

"Very good, Xuanqing, you can always surprise me."

After Mo Yu's anger reaches the extreme, his voice will calm down. For example, now, he is completely angry, but his tone is very calm.

The two of them were at war with each other here, and the palace servants who stood aside did not dare to vent their anger, for fear that they would become the fuse.

"I am frightened."

Gu Huaian said so, but his body was still very relaxed flipping through the books in his hands, as if Mo Yu was air.

Sitting on the soft couch, reading quietly.

"boom"

Mo Yu slammed his fist on the pillars in the corridor. His muscles and bones are easily injured in winter, but he used too much strength, and the pillars were even cracked.

And the blood, wantonly spread, flowed out
Only then did Gu Huaian raise his eyes, looking at the blood on the back of his hand, a dark light flashed in the bottom of his eyes, but the hand holding the scroll tightened a little.

People do nothing.

"Your Highness!"

The maid who was only looking at one side looked terrified, and hurried over to treat Mo Yu's wound.

"Go away!"

Mo Yu asked the court lady to stay away from him, and walked straight to Gu Huaian, grabbing his skirt with bleeding hands.

The snow-white skirt was stained with blood, like plum blossoms, spilling out.

Gu Huaian frowned, looking at Mo Yu's furious expression.

Fearless in the face of danger, "His Royal Highness, bleeding."

calm tone
Mo Yu felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, he was only willing to say these five words to himself.

Looking at the stubbornness and firmness in his eyes, I wanted to grab his skirt and question him, but suddenly realized that he himself was the culprit.

If he was allowed to leave in the first place, or there is still a good memory between the two of them.
"Your Highness, I am no longer the crying child squatting by the lotus pond."

Gu Huai'an said indifferently, but his heart was clenched together. Those few years were his happiest days.

In another country, lonely and helpless, only he stretched out his hands, and there was a candy lying in his hands.

Smiling, "Eat candy, you won't be sad."

Then he took out the handkerchief again, with a disgusted look on his face, but he still wiped his face himself.

[Wipe your face, it's so dirty. 】

He will always remember his appearance at that time, the appearance of a serious little adult.

"Gu Huaian!"

Mo Yu was short of breath, grabbed his wrist and raised it above his head, pressing it on the soft couch behind him.

(End of this chapter)