Being so close to success, but having to run away for his own life, Mo Ran felt particularly annoyed and a little discouraged.

Could it be that Shi Fujin's luck is really beyond his control?

Every time he tried to touch her, he ended up being even more unlucky.

I don’t think so much anymore, running for my life is more important.

Mo Ran ran fast, but he was not the fastest.

Someone has long been eyeing him.

"Prince Zhijun invites this gentleman to drink a glass of chrysanthemum wine."

Facing this group of wolf-like, tiger-like, big-shouldered, round-waisted, six-pack abs and masked men, Mo Ran gritted his teeth, stared at the opponent's sword, and suddenly smiled, "Of course it's hard to refuse such kindness."

He took out a small pistol in his hand, and there was a "bang" sound. He fell back slightly with the recoil. The tip of the sword scratched a shallow blood mark on his face, and there were blood beads following the sword.

Mo Ran shook his head and threw it away. Without looking at the face of the dying man who opened his mouth in surprise, Mo Ran cut off the horse's rope, rode on his side, and quickly left in the night.

Fortunately, he lives on Zhuangzi and does not need to go out of the city wall.

Fortunately, Min Mingwo, the Qintian prisoner he once came to in Spain, got a small self-defense pistol. After modification, this thing not only has good killing power, but also can hold six rounds of bullets.

With him, you don’t need to practice martial arts to become a martial arts master.

As the horses' hooves clattered, Mo Ran's figure blended into the night.

Even he himself doesn't know when he will come back after disappearing this time.

I hope that with a lot of money, Mengyu can give a satisfactory answer.

.......

Emperor Kangxi closed his eyes and listened to the secret guard's report.

The art of hating victory!

This kind of thing cannot be allowed by any emperor in the past dynasties.

However, he had always thought that the art of hating victory was exaggerated by previous generations.

But now that his tenth daughter-in-law was unable to sleep for such an unscientific period of time, he had to face this matter squarely.

If the prince is really tired of winning over his tenth daughter-in-law, and the effect of hating is so amazing, then it would be really scary.

He sent the imperial doctor over, and after questioning him carefully, he came to the conclusion that if it had been anyone else, he would have been sleeping long ago.

In fact, Shi Fujin had been unable to swallow anything for a long time, but his son shyly told the imperial doctor that he always fed him by mouth, several bowls of rice soup every day, otherwise her throat would not move and she would not be able to swallow it.

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Although Emperor Kangxi was a little curious about how to feed this, he was still a bit tough after all. He could only secretly hold the little palace concubine in his arms at night and try artificial respiration. The conclusion was that he could use tongue and head pressure.

The throat can indeed accomplish this task very difficultly, but it requires a lot of skill and patience.

The little palace concubine almost died from the torture. Her throat was so itchy that she wanted to cough and spit on Kangxi Yilong's face!

But what can she say? There is no place for her to express her opinions here.

In other words, Kangxi felt that generally men with dog-like faces would not feed their wives like this!

I can't tell that the tenth son turned out to be this tenth son.

In private, the skills of speaking and speaking have reached such an advanced level.

You must have learned the fire avoidance diagram to the eighth level, otherwise you wouldn't be able to achieve such a superb level.

The imperial doctor also gave an example: A person was paralyzed in bed. If he was not given food, he would die in a few days. If he was given food and drink, he could live well for more than ten years.
Chapter completed!