How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

Hongxuan, Hongxuan...

[Immortal Lord, wake up quickly, the Emperor is still suffering! ]

Xiao Qi felt distressed as he watched from within his sea of ​​consciousness.

After all, the Immortal King is a sword spirit who has come into the world. Even if he is not very powerful, he will not be in any trouble if he is hit by a chandelier.

But the Emperor is different!

He is just an ordinary person now, and this time, the Emperor doesn’t know how much suffering he will have to endure!

Ji Hongxuan is different from the original owner Mo Yang’s parents.

Mo Yicheng and Gao He's fate was already determined. In the small world, they were destined to die in that car accident.

But what happened to Emperor Hongxuan was completely an unprovoked disaster. If it wasn't for saving Mo Yang, how could he have tortured himself to this point?

"Hongxuan!"

On the hospital bed, Mo Yang suddenly opened his eyes and came to his senses, only to see Ming Sheng and Mo Yaoqing beside the bed.

"Mo Yang, did you just speak?"

Mingyu stood at the end of the bed, her almond-shaped eyes slightly open, with a look of great shock.

She shouldn't be the only one who heard the voice of Hongxuan just now, right? !

"Ayang, you——"

Mo Yaoqing sat at the head of the bed, his back a little droopy, and he looked much older than yesterday.

Mingsheng stood by with a frown on his face, not saying a word, but the worry in his eyes was obvious.

Mo Yang closed his eyes and didn't utter another word.

If he wants to speak, he should talk to Hongxuan first.

"Where is Hongxuan?" Mo Yang turned around and called Xiaoqi.

[The Emperor has just come out of the ICU and has been sent to the upstairs ward for care. Ji Yanzhao and Tong Mu are guarding in the room.]

Mo Yang stood up with a cold face, lifted the quilt, and caught a glimpse of the countless bandages wrapped around his calves.

Why would you need to do this for such a minor wound?

Mo Yang didn't feel any pain at all. The aching pain in his heart now was all caused by Hong Xuan.

Mo Yang was about to get out of bed when Ming Sheng and Mo Yaoqing raised their hands to stop him.

"You are still injured. I will get you anything you need."

Fortunately, Mo Yang's injury was not serious. Mingsheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him wake up, and he could turn around and concentrate on looking after Hongxuan.

Mo Yang didn't want to say more. He glanced at Ming Yu on the bed and got up.

"Dad, Mo Yang is going to see Brother Hongxuan. He is worried."

Ming Yu understood what Mo Yang meant at a glance and had no choice but to explain it for him.

Mingsheng looked at her suspiciously, "Hongxuan's condition is not good right now, even if he goes over there——"

"Oh, Dad," Mingyu hugged Mingsheng's arm and stood on tiptoe to whisper a few words in Mingsheng's ear.

After listening to this, Mingsheng's brows, which were already not very relaxed to begin with, furrowed even tighter. He glanced at Mo Yang and said nothing more.

Ming Yu continued to assist, "Anyway, Mo Yang is fine, so he can go over and take a look, at least he can feel at ease."

"Go ahead," Mo Yaoqing knew that his grandson was worried about Hongxuan. The doctor also said that Mo Yang was fine, so he let him go. "This time it's all thanks to Hongxuan, Ayang, you have to treat him well."

Why does Mo Yaoqing need to tell me this?

Mo Yang originally wanted to give his life to Hongxuan to play with.

But before he left, he nodded lightly to Mo Yaoqing as a response to his words.

Although Mingsheng looked reluctant, he still followed quickly.

With Ji Yanzhao's temper, and facing Mo Yang who doesn't know the seriousness of the situation, it would be strange if the two of them didn't fight!

Mo Yang went upstairs and went straight to the ward. Ji Yanzhao and Tong Mu, who were standing outside, stopped him with disgust on their faces.

I heard that Hongxuan rushed onto the stage just to protect Mo Yang? !

Ji Yanzhao thought about it and felt that this was something his son could never do!

Hongxuan always knew what was important. How could he take the initiative to take on such a life-threatening task? !

There must be something wrong with this kid Mo Yang!

Ji Yanzhao didn't have a good impression of Mo Yang. Just because he had harmed Hongxuan to this extent, Ji Yanzhao and his wife couldn't show a good face to Mo Yang.

"Oh, Yan Zhao, Mo Yang is worried about Hong Xuan, let him go and take a look."

Mingsheng came over with a smile on his face and pulled Ji Yanzhao to the stairs. "Yanzhao, I have a responsibility for this matter. Come here, I have something important to tell you."

Ji Yanzhao was very reluctant to be pulled by Mingsheng, and looked at Mo Yang warily.

Mingsheng turned around and smiled even more, "Sister-in-law Tong Mu, come over here too, let's discuss Hongxuan's lifelong affairs."

"My son isn't awake yet, and you're discussing bullshit!"

Ji Yanzhao tried his best to break free from Mingsheng, but he didn't know where this guy got the strength from and he couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard he tried.

Seeing this, Ming Yu, who followed behind, stepped forward and pulled Tong Mu, looking at her with a cute and lovely face and a smile:

"Aunt Tong Mu, my dad wants to become your in-laws, why don't you come over and listen!"

With a soft voice, no one can refuse it.

Just like that, the Ji couple were dragged into the stairs by the Ming father and daughter in a daze.

Mo Yang looked back at them, pursed his lips, and entered the ward without hesitation.

"Hongxuan..."

With just one glance, Mo Yang's steps felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

Hongxuan was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, a bandage wrapped around his head, his face was as pale as paper and looked like it would break with the slightest touch.

Mo Yang felt as if there was a stone blocking his throat, dry and astringent. His Adam's apple moved, but he couldn't utter a word.

He dragged his feet to the bedside, curled up and lay on his side beside Hongxuan, holding him tightly in his arms.

He grabbed Hongxuan's hand from under the quilt and desperately poured his limited spiritual power into him.

"Hongxuan, please pay attention to me. I forgive you."

Mo Yang can forgive what the Lord of Heaven said in heaven, regardless of whether it was Hong Xuan's intention or not.

He just wanted Hongxuan to be well and to show his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness to him, as if Mo Yang would be happy just by looking at him.

If Hongxuan's joys and sorrows are all related to him, then Mo Yang should have nothing else to ask for.

Mo Yang buried his face in Hongxuan's shoulder, and his hands kept healing Hongxuan.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yang felt as if he had just taken a nap.

"Ah, Yang..."

He heard a faint voice above his head and slowly regained consciousness.

Mo Yang felt his fingers being gently tickled, followed by Hong Xuan's extremely light smile.

"How old are you? Why are you still crying?"

Did you cry?

Mo Yang moved his head and found that the clothes on Hongxuan's shoulders were already wet.

"I won't cry."

Mo Yang nuzzled Hongxuan's neck again and grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"You," Hongxuan turned his head and tried to pull Mo Yang up, but found that he had no strength, so he had to give up, "Can you speak?! Ayang?"

"Ah."

Mo Yang just didn't want Hongxuan to see his current appearance. His eyes felt a little sore and must be swollen, which didn't look good.

"Ayang, get up, let me see you."

"No."

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Get up, I can see you and feel at ease."

"Do not."

Hongxuan sighed helplessly.

He really had no way to deal with this person.

After a long time, Hongxuan's voice sounded again:

"Now you can speak, call me brother."

Mo Yang: ...