Di Moxuan's ignorance of Fengling pleased her.
Ye Qingluo squinted, and the man with dark eyes snorted softly.
Count him acquainted.
If he is still going to answer the wind chimes, or pretend nothing happened, pull her, and introduce her to the wind chimes and other behaviors.
She kicked the cliff and sent Emperor Moxuan to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
Then I caught a glimpse of that delicate little beauty, looking like she was about to cry.
Ye Qingluo's smile gradually became stronger, and her delicate body snuggled into Di Moxuan's arms again.
With slender fingers, he caressed his heart-warming face, smiling like a flower: "Ah Xuan, tell her, who am I?"
Feng Ling's beautiful eyes suddenly showed surprise.
He staggered back a few steps again.
Stepping on a piece of gravel, the body immediately fell backwards.
She subconsciously stretched out her hand towards Emperor Mo Xuan: "Brother Emperor!"
However, the man with warm eyes didn't pay attention to her side at all.
The peach blossom eyes that she loved so much reflected Ye Qingluo's figure completely.
In his eyes, there is no room for other people.
"boom-"
The wind chimes hit the uneven wall, and the sharp stones pierced her skin.
The blood immediately stained the bi-color dress red.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at Di Moxuan.
Just happened to meet Di Moxuan's gaze.
Feng Ling was about to cry immediately, leaning against the wall tremblingly: "Brother Di, it hurts..."
"Xiaoling, she is the future mistress of the Imperial Palace."
Feng Ling was startled, and stared at Ye Qingluo in disbelief.
The future mistress of the imperial palace
That is to say...
Is Di Moxuan serious
Di Moxuan wants to marry this woman
No!
impossible!
Regardless of the pain on her body and the blood gushing out, Feng Ling quickly rushed towards Emperor Moxuan.
She wanted to grab God Mo Xuan's arm with both hands, and said eagerly: "Brother Di, are you joking? Grandma will not let a woman of unknown origin become the mistress of the Imperial Palace!"
Her hand has not yet touched the hand of God Mo Xuan.
Di Moxuan has already held the person in his arms tightly, avoiding her touch.
Taking half a step back, he stood still.
With deep and cold eyes, he looked at Fengling quietly, with a calm mood: "Xiaoling, I am the master of the imperial palace."
The cold tone seemed to be pierced into her heart like a silver needle.
Feng Ling choked for breath, her precarious body softened, and she half knelt on the ground.
His face was full of collapse from being unable to bear the blow.
"Xiaoling, you are a smart child, don't try to use grandma to overwhelm me." After saying that, he has already looked away.
Feng Ling looked at him.
Seeing the pampering and tenderness in his eyes when he looked at Ye Qingluo.
It was an emotion she had never seen in his eyes.
It turned out that he would also have such a gentle side.
He is Emperor Moxuan.
The aloof Lord Emperor Zun.
Even the suzerains of the four major sects, even the monarchs of the four continents will bow their heads and bow down to him when they see him.
Can…
He allowed Ye Qingluo to humiliate him in public.
He let Ye Qingluo run wild, offering kisses in public, and enjoying it.
He allowed Ye Qing to imprint on his lips with a happy expression on his face.
he let...
Countless allow...
She was the one who had followed Di Moxuan since she was a child and had been in love with him for ten years.
How can you not see it.
Di Moxuan really... loves Ye Qingluo.
The kind of love that goes deep into the marrow.
why...
Why did the man she had guarded for ten years become Ye Qingluo's man
The person Di Moxuan should fall in love with is her!
Resentment and overwhelming possessiveness surged out from his eyes.
Fist tightly clenched...