Mo Xuetong was silent for a while, and she immediately understood what Feng Juoran meant.
Ling Fengyan is an important chess piece in the Queen's hands. Whether she is married to King Yan or King Chu, she has an incredible role.
But no matter who she wants to marry, Ling Fengyan's maiden name cannot be compromised.
Therefore, Ling Fengyan will only keep silent about what happened tonight, and will never say anything wrong in front of others. Even if she is the queen, she will not reveal it, because the queen's interests are not equal to her interests now, and she will not let anyone know what happened tonight. The queen was at the mercy of her, but if the control fell into the queen's hands now, she would still be able to resist.
After figuring this out, Mo Xuetong could only be speechless.
He had already thought of everything he could think of, and he also made a trap for Ling Fengyan. Although she didn't know what it was specifically, she also knew that his plan was more than just this. There should be more than just this in this game. Ling Fengyan, His Highness Prince Ning, and the Queen Mother behind His Highness Prince Ning.
Mo Xuetong couldn't help but feel frightened when she thought that the Empress Dowager, who had been hiding behind the scenes, was the one with the best plans.
"Be careful yourself." Mo Xuetong said this out of nowhere. After he finished speaking, he realized what he had said and turned around sharply to hide the shame in his eyes.
"Tong'er cares about me." Feng Juoran's eyes lit up on the couch, he turned over and sat up suddenly, raised his robe and sat down, and asked with a smile.
His handsome eyes were like stars in the night, shining brightly, as if they were lit by flames, and he repeated with joy: "Tong'er really cares about me too."
Mo Xuetong couldn't help but want to roll her eyes. Even though she didn't see the sparkling smile behind him, she knew that he was very proud now. She wanted to bite off her own tongue. Why did he say those words so smoothly? When she spoke, it was as if the daughter-in-law cared about her husband who was away from home.
Thinking of this, his face turned redder and redder, and he said unconvincedly: "Although His Highness is highly skilled and bold, he cannot take it lightly. Since I am on the same rope with His Highness, I naturally have to do it for Your Highness." consider."
"On a red rope?" Feng Juoran asked out of context. The meaning was so ambiguous that it made people blush.
Mo Xuetong knew that he did it on purpose, and was secretly embarrassed. She simply turned around and looked at him and said, "Your Highness just reminded me not to go out too much these days. Could it be that something related to me happened? Your Highness, please let me know." , don’t let me take it upon myself to ruin His Highness’s affairs. I believe that solving the problem as soon as possible is the most important thing rather than speculating.”
This was what she had been wanting to ask, and she breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief after being asked. This was what she needed to solve most at the moment.
"Tong'er is indeed smart, he can even see this." Feng Jueran smiled and waved to her to sit down.
Mo Xuetong hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked over. Since she had decided to marry into the palace and share the joys and sorrows with him, some things should not be taken too seriously. In her last life, she was seriously hurt by love. In this life, she just wants to live and protect the people she should protect. , other things, she really didn’t want to think too much about.
Being able to marry someone who can protect you is already a blessing, what more can you ask for!
But why, as he gets closer, my heart feels a little out of control...
As expected, Feng Juoran was not a person who could sit quietly and discuss matters. He smiled handsomely and took the initiative to lean next to Mo Xuetong who was far away from him. He waved his sleeves and lifted his robe and sat down, his eyes as evil as a demon. The charming phoenix eyes looked at her with a smile, with some affection that she couldn't understand.
"Does the eldest prince of the Yan Kingdom have something to do with me?" Mo Xuetong asked deliberately not to look at his handsome face as he leaned over.
In her memory, these royal children were too far away from her. In her previous life, her only place of activity was the backyard of Zhenguo Hou Mansion. Just a few aunts would torture her to death. She never imagined that she would discover the world outside the backyard in this life. The world is much more complicated than I imagined.
Some unrelated relationships from her previous life surfaced bit by bit, but she was at a loss and didn't know why.
The feeling of being without a place made Mo Xuetong, who was born again and had the upper hand in everything, walking in a trance among the misty clouds. She was surrounded by white clouds. She could only rely on her feelings to move deeper and deeper. My feet kept walking, but I didn't know when the clouds would fall and sink.
She tried hard to recall the events in her previous life about who passed the title of Emperor Zongwen to, but she could never find an end point.
Only the ferocious smiling faces of Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin could be seen in her mind, tearing her heart apart like fire. She couldn't help but cover her heart with her hands, her face suddenly turned pale, and there was a faint sweat on her head.
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Feng Juoran stretched out his hand to support her, who was crumbling, and asked urgently.
Mo Xuetong closed her eyes and took a long breath, feeling that the dull pain in her chest no longer existed. Everything just now seemed like a phantom, so unreal.
This is not the Zhenguo Marquis' Mansion, and he is not Sima Lingyun. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and pinched the hem of his clothes. Feeling the lubrication of the satin on her fingertips, her heart relaxed inexplicably. She could even feel the hem of his clothes through the hem of his clothes. The skin underneath was so warm and elastic, as if even her blood was pulsing in line with his.
He really is not that person.
"It's okay," a gentle and relieved smile appeared on his face inexplicably. His long eyelashes flashed, and he raised his bright watery eyes that could see people's hearts, staring at his chiseled handsome face, and his expression relaxed.
Completely different from the previous life!
The tragedy of her previous life would never happen again, and she would never be swallowed by a bowl of poison from Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin again.
"Tong'er." Feng Jue's handsome eyes seemed to be dancing with flames. He grabbed her hand with his long slender hands and hugged her fiercely.
Mo Xuetong was startled by the blazing flames, and then she realized that she was hugged tightly by him. The surrounding area seemed to be completely blank, except for his slightly heavy breathing that echoed ambiguously in her ears. The person who is dancing is blushing, as if he is burning through.
Inexplicably, Mo Xuetong didn't know how to describe her feelings. She just felt ashamed and ashamed, but she didn't know how to respond. She was held in his arms so tightly, as if she was embedded in his body. His shoulders were wide and muscular. Tight, effortlessly suppressing her body, and she was limp in his arms, not knowing what to do, a pair of hands tightly holding his clothes, her charming watery eyes filled with mist and confusion.
It's so pitiful that it makes people feel like a lost lamb, not knowing what to do.
In two lifetimes, Mo Xuetong had never experienced this kind of intense, burning emotion that made her brain go blank, and she subconsciously rejected it. The feeling that seemed to burn everything made her very scared.
"Tong'er, as soon as you have hairpins, I will come to propose marriage." Feng Jueran's voice was tinged with unconscious mellowness. The mellow and mellow tone was as if it had been aged for a long time, with the feeling of warm eyes and heartbeats in Tuyuhun, regardless of the warmth in his arms. No matter how much she resisted, he still hugged her tightly.
Subconscious nervousness, subconscious resistance, she was suddenly afraid, afraid that she would be burned, that she would become obsessed with it, a little bit of interaction, a little bit of sinking, would something happen unknowingly? , making her so at a loss, her usual calmness had been lost long ago, and now she just wanted to escape.
She needs to run away from this man, he is too dangerous!
It was a feeling from the bottom of my heart. There was no reason or reason. I just felt that if I let him come closer like this again, I would lose my bearings and my thoughts...
As if sensing her hard struggle, Feng Juoran's arms became softer, but still refused to let go. He patted her back gently with one hand to soothe her emotions, and hugged her slender body gently with the other hand. He lowered his waist and comforted her: "Tong'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid."
Perhaps his gentle, almost doting voice soothed her out-of-control emotions. Mo Xuetong opened her eyes blankly, and a focus slowly appeared in her sight. At the end of the focus was that extremely handsome face. With a face full of regret, she seemed to be protecting her most precious treasure gently.
Did he become so gentle because of her
But why would he treat her like this? An almost impossible possibility appeared and appeared in her mind...
"Tong'er, be good, tell me what's wrong." Feng Juoran sensed her slowly calming down, took out a piece of handkerchief, and gently wiped away the tears that had just flowed down her face. On her tender white cheeks, those smart eyes twinkled more and more like stars in the sky, but they also revealed a distressing confusion.
Thinking of what happened in Mo Mansion, Feng Juoran's eyes darkened for a moment, and a trace of shadow flashed under his eyes.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Trust me, Tong'er. I won't let anyone bully you." It was hard to believe that Qingjun, the evil and beautiful King Xuan could be so clumsy. His slender fingers fell on her face, gently. It’s heart-warming…
Mo Xuetong's watery eyes became clearer and clearer. She knew that the most important thing to do at this time was to push her away and maintain her demeanor as a lady from a wealthy family, but now she didn't know whether to push him away or to hold him tight and not let go. The feeling of being cared for in the palm of someone's hand was what she had been pursuing in her previous life, and she risked her own life for it.
In this life, can she really believe it
Her clear water eyes vividly reflected her doubts. She looked at him blankly, a little rejected, a little distant, but still a little reluctant to let go and looking forward to it.
She had been hurt, hurt, and died. She was really scared!
"Father has already agreed to our marriage, and we will marry you when your filial piety period is over." Sensing her fear, Feng Juoran whispered in her ear softly.
He actually told Emperor Zongwen? Mo Xuetong woke up suddenly and looked at him in disbelief.
"Don't worry, when you enter the house, I will drive away all the women in the house. None of those women are really mine." He whispered softly in her ear, but the voice fell on Mo Xuetong's ears. But it was like thunder.
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The most popular people in Prince Xuan's Mansion are women. Some were snatched by him, some were given by others, and some came into the Mansion voluntarily. But no matter which ones, it is said that his Mansion is a place where beauties gather, with all kinds of colors and shapes. His image was everything, even Emperor Zongwen had reprimanded him many times for this.
And now he is saying that none of those women are his...
How come it’s not surprising!
But Mo Xuetong inexplicably believed him, looking at his handsome face that frowned due to urgency, and his eyes that usually looked evil and deep, turned out to be unusually clear, and she could clearly see the pity in them. The care and pampering, the kind of drowning tenderness, made her eyes filled with tears for a while.
How could he say that to her!
How could he do this to her! (To be continued)