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Mo Xiaoyan thought to herself, she might be the worst time-travel heroine ever.
First, she suffered the first severe beating since she was born for no reason, and finally escaped to Wen Ting's side. She wanted to seek some spiritual comfort, and the two discussed the solution together. This staring look made her hair stand on end.
But unlike Xie Liancheng, Wen Ting didn't treat her badly.
Mo Xiaoyan only thought that he was "jealous", that's why she "threatened" her to goug her eyes.
Right now, she can only hypnotize herself like this.
She stayed here at Wen Ting's place, and she was terrified for a long time, but Xie Liancheng didn't ask anyone to call her.
Mo Xiaoyan's tense nerves relaxed, she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow, and she was not in the mood to "have fun".
In the middle of the night, she fell into a trance, and vaguely heard a few shrill cock crows.
Mo Xiaoyan was tossed by Xie Liancheng for a while, she was extremely sensitive to the sound, and subconsciously opened her eyes. There was only an oil lamp lit in front of the bed, which cast the dim shadow of the gauze.
A slender figure stood indoors, holding a piece of white paper between his fingers, lit a candle, and threw it into a white porcelain bowl.
What is Wen Ting doing up most of the night
Rubbing her swollen head, Mo Xiaoyan was about to speak when she saw him take out a stack of yellow paper.
This, this is paper money
When Mo Xiaoyan saw it clearly, she peed in fright.
Only then did she smell the pungent Buddha fragrance in the room.
The man methodically burned the Nether money, grabbed the soil from the red sandalwood box, and sprinkled it from the house to the door.
"Lee... General..."
The accent was dragged on extremely long, as if he was calling someone's name.
The doors and windows were open, and Mo Xiaoyan saw the pale and desolate moonlight, and the man was wearing an almost plain white sacrificial attire, revealing a strange and terrifying aura.
Mo Xiaoyan was going crazy.
She doesn't want to be here, she wants to go home!
She planned to sneak away, but unfortunately before her toes touched the ground, the scene in front of her suddenly became much brighter. The man lifted the gauze curtain, holding the big porcelain bowl from before in one hand. His long black hair, like embroidered satin, had a faint blue luster in the candlelight.
"My lord, you are awake."
Wen Ting smiled softly, "You didn't eat anything at night, you must be thirsty." He handed the porcelain bowl in front of her, and Mo Xiaoyan looked inside. Confetti ashes.
The woman's scalp was numb, and she laughed a few times, "No need, I, uh-"
Wen Ting's expression remained unchanged, he pinched her chin and forcefully poured it down.
Mo Xiaoyan's nose sprayed liquid, which was sore.
"Bah bah..."
When Wen Ting moved his hand away, Mo Xiaoyan desperately spit out the paper ashes in her mouth.
Wen Ting covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes suddenly became cold, "Swallow it."
"If you don't do it, I'll send you back to Mrs. Wang."
He combed his broken hair with his thin fingers, his appearance was indescribably beautiful.
The unintentionally masculine Mo Xiaoyan almost burst into tears.
"Wen Ting, you, how did you become like this..."
He was obviously not like this before.
A strange guess arose in Mo Xiaoyan's heart: Couldn't all the people in this palace be bewitched
Xie Liancheng is like this, and so is Wen Ting.
What did she do wrong to punish her like this
No, it should be said that since that "guy" came, this group of men has collectively become weird. But why should she take the blame for what she caused
Mo Xiaoyan felt very unconvinced, she even wanted to catch this soul out and beat him up.
But now she is in a state of helplessness, and she doesn't know where to start.
Does she want to tell others that she actually shares a body with another soul? Don't talk nonsense, if she dares to say that, she will be pulled out as a heretic and burned alive in minutes.
Thinking of the consequences, Mo Xiaoyan gritted her teeth and endured it.
Anyway, wait a little longer and it will be dawn soon, and then it will be "she" who will take over the body.
However, Mo Xiaoyan had completely forgotten that she hadn't changed bodies with Lin Lang for three days.
With a "beautiful" thought in mind, Mo Xiaoyan suppressed her fear and slept in the same bed with Wen Ting, her body stiffened, and she managed to survive until dawn.
However, she is still conscious.
Mo Xiaoyan almost didn't cry out.
When will such a difficult day be the end
She was suffering at Wen Ting's side, and felt very scared every night.
Incense wax, paper money, peach wood, grave soil, rooster, these things appeared in the same room, how could she, a girl who is afraid of ghosts, calm down
"My lord, you are thirsty, drink this quickly."
Wen Ting brought another bowl of water, and the smell of blood rushed to his face.
Mo Xiaoyan was already numb, she knocked her teeth against the rim of the bowl and swallowed mouthful.
"My lord is so good." The man gently covered her with a brocade quilt, "It's late at night, my lord has a good rest." After speaking, he walked out of the inner room, opened the door and went out.
Wen Ting came to the center of the courtyard, and the moonlight reflected the snow brightly. He drew his cloak tighter.
"Will it still fail this time?" the man said to himself.
Not only did he know that there were two people living in the prince's body, but he also knew that there was a soul who was a former general, which he overheard inadvertently when passing by the corridor once.
The person he likes is an iron-blooded general, and he is not surprised by her identity at all.
Wen Ting could tell that from her figure, steps, and way of speaking, there was a tough and sassy demeanor everywhere. He couldn't forget the scorching temperature when she taught him to write and wrap her palm around the back of his hand in those nights.
It's just, the more I like it, the more I'm jealous.
He wants to have her all to himself.
Once this thought popped up, it couldn't be stopped.
Wen Ting was patiently waiting for her to come over at first, but she hadn't come here since Mrs. Wang fell ill, and what she saw later was the intimate figure of her hand in hand with the knife.
In the palace, he and Xiaodao had the most similar backgrounds and encounters, and the two got very close.
I don't know when, the relationship gradually became alienated.
Maybe it's because he and the other party are very clear that once the same love object appears in the friendship, no matter how strong the fortress is, it will be turned into smoke in an instant.
Xiaodao has become so stupid now that he can't even recognize people. Does this mean that his chance has come
Sneaking in, even though it was mean, he wanted to go for it.
Even with some dirty means.
He casually fiddled with the blooming flower branches, and the fine snow fell down, wetting the corners of his clothes.
It would be great if infatuation Gu is useful.
Let the general always belong to him alone.
Wen Ting outside the house was plotting, and the heroine inside had other ideas.
Wen Ting didn't sleep with her these few nights, and he didn't know what he was fussing about, and he didn't come back until dawn.
Mo Xiaoyan's eyes brightened slightly, and she snuggled under the quilt for a while, making sure that she was far away, she got up quickly, stuffed some jewelry into her belt, and quickly jumped out of the window to escape.
She must leave this weird palace!
The benefits of being a prince are indeed good, but that's only compared to before. These days, she has been terrified. She almost lost most of her life, and she almost didn't suffer from depression.
Anyway, after living here for a year, Mo Xiaoyan had basically figured out the topography of the palace, avoided the patrolling guards, and came to a remote courtyard with ease.
She accidentally found a narrow dog hole here.
Out of some other small thoughts, she didn't tell others.
Mo Xiaoyan pushed through the weeds, and saw the moon-shrouded street outside through the dog hole, joy and excitement welled up in her heart.
She can finally be free from here!
Mo Xiaoyan couldn't wait to get her head in.
Before climbing two steps, one leg was pulled.
"My lord, where are you going in the middle of the night?" A cold male voice came from behind.
Mo Xiaoyan really cried this time.
It was Yan Boye who caught her, not able to struggle, the man directly carried her back to the yard where he lived.
Compared with the previous two, he seemed more "normal". He neither abused her with a whip like Xie Liancheng, nor burned paper money and sprinkled loess in the middle of the night like a madman.
Mo Xiaoyan was anxious and restless for several days, but later saw that there was indeed no "movement" from him, and her tortured little heart could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
However, the other party's patience ran out in the day after day of waiting.
"Shua—"
He unsheathed his long sword and laid it across the woman's neck.
The peeled peach in Mo Xiaoyan's hand rolled to the ground.
"You, it's almost time to go back?" He was a little irritable, "Let her out!"
"You, what are you talking about." Mo Xiaoyan took a deep breath, telling herself to be calm and not to show off, "There is no one else here." She pretended to be calm and said.
Yan Boye raised his sword, "What are you pretending to do now?" He sneered, "There is another person in your body, don't you know? With your clumsy acting skills, even Dong Xiaodao can deceive you." However, you still want to lie to me?"
Mo Xiaoyan was stunned.
what does he mean
Does everyone know about this
Suddenly, the hostess whose IQ dropped out came to a realization, and looked at Yan Boye with a face full of frost in disbelief, "Are you all hiding it from me?"
"So what?" Yan Boye said lazily.
"So you guys slept with her too?!" Mo Xiaoyan could not help but scream.
Because she was afraid of death, Mo Xiaoyan felt sorry for her men, and she never told them about the existence of another person. As for that kind of intimate matter, she could only turn a blind eye and close one eye, comforting herself that after all, she was using her own body.
But if they knew that the other party was not her, but still did that kind of thing, it would be no different from betrayal to Mo Xiaoyan.
"Isn't it normal to do what you like with the person you like?" Yan Boye glanced at her, not embarrassed. In fact, he was already tired of this prince who was nothing but considerate.
Once people have a comparison, they tend to be biased.
Yan Boye readily admitted that he had empathized with another.
He really prefers the strong.
This kind of soft prince should be left to others to play with.
"You... how could you do this!" Mo Xiaoyan blushed and trembled with anger, "Yan Boye, don't make a mistake, I am your wife and the woman who married you in." !But you cheated on me behind my back... I will never forgive you..."
"oh."
The man just responded indifferently, "It's not so useless, you should let her out as soon as possible, otherwise—"
He smiled at her, like the sun after melting ice and snow.
"kill you."