Chapter 237

"What's the matter? Why are you still here? It's getting late. Let's go out of the house together." Feng Jue ran stepped on Yu Mingyong's body and walked over. Her handsome lips aroused a smile, but with a bit of coldness and coldness, she came forward without avoiding suspicion, took Mo Xuetong's hand and walked out.

Those almost evil eyes have a strong strange color. Under the sunshine, they have a dazzling beauty, like demons and evil!

Is Feng Jue dye angry? He was inexplicably angry... Mo Xuetong didn't understand, but he also knew that he couldn't provoke him at this time. He had to draw his hand a little and said timidly: "Your Highness, you hurt me."

"Even the neck dares to wipe. What are you afraid of this pain?" Feng Jue ran looked at Mo Xue Tong with beautiful eyes on her side. Suddenly, she smiled more strangely and brightly, but her hands relaxed a little and didn't pull her tightly.

Mo Ye retreated two steps behind her and tried to reduce her sense of existence. She seemed to understand why the master was so angry... "It's okay, it's just some skin trauma." Mo Xuetong also understood, biting his lips and replied, but he didn't draw his own hand again. He just stood at the rockery on one side. If two people go out like this, they will have a bad reputation.

"Give me back the hairpin." Feng Jue ran slowly narrowed her eyes. While talking, she stretched out her hand and pulled down a hairpin from her hairline.

"No, you have given it to me, so you can't ask for it back." Mo Xuetong was in a hurry and took a hand from him to get it back. The hairpin was used by her for self-defense. The fact also proved that it was very easy to use.

"It is said that this hairpin is also excellent for wiping the neck." Feng Jue ran picked her eyebrows and smiled, "just a slight stab and see the blood immediately."

"Your Highness, this is an accident." Mo Xuetong bit his lips and stretched out a white and tender hand to caress the temples that were disordered by him. He said wrongly.

Xu Shi had a better attitude of admitting her mistake. She was silent for a while. Feng Jue Ran's face was a little better. She stuffed the hairpin into her hand and said coldly, "if I hear you stab something into yourself next time, all these thorny things will be confiscated."

Mo Xuetong rolled his eyes secretly. He didn't know what he was wearing had anything to do with him, but he also knew that he could afford to be moody and didn't know what he heard. He even ran here to attack. He couldn't afford to provoke him.

He took the hairpin, took a picture of the water by the rockery and inserted it into his hair.

"Is it for the sake of the draft that eldest brother came to you? The draft has not yet started. It's a pity that no matter what he does, it has nothing to do with you. Even if he likes you, it depends on whether he has the ability to bring you into the king's residence of Chu." Feng Jue ran smiled and calmed down. He stretched out his hand to pull a strand of beautiful hair behind his ears for Mo Xuetong.

That kind of vision inexplicably made Mo Xuetong a little nervous, and the water eyes swam and didn't dare to see him.

"Although you broke your rumors today, you pushed yourself to the forefront of the storm. Even if you want to get rid of me again, you can't get rid of the royal family. Is that what you want?" Feng Jue ran leans against the rockery, holds her chest and tilts her eyes, looking at her lazily.

This is not the original intention of Mo Xuetong. Her original intention is just to show off a little and get rid of the rumors that are not conducive to her. Therefore, although she is equal to Ling Fengyan, she finally raped her weakness and let Ling Fengyan win. But who expected Bai Yihao to let her dance with her.

If he wants to keep up with the music, he must dance with his heart. It can be said that she has to follow and dance. If she dances disorderly, all her previous efforts will come to naught. Now I think of it, Bai Yihao has revealed unusual information with her everywhere since she entered the door, which has aroused the jealousy of the five princesses and won the applause of the whole hall.

Although he didn't know what he wanted, Mo Xuetong knew that he seemed to be a chess piece in his hand!

"I don't want to, I just have to." The black snow pupil paused for a breath, and then recovered his calm and faint way.

"Since you can't avoid it and agreed to the king's request yesterday, you'd better act according to the king's will. You don't have to care about the draft in the palace, that is, go through the motions." Feng Jue smiled with his evil lips, and the sun fell on his face.

Mo Xuetong was stunned. He felt his heart beating like a drum in his chest. His face became inexplicably red. He turned his head and didn't look at him: "what did I say last night?"

Last night's memory was blank, and only a few fragments made her shy to recall. Is this really herself! It must not be.

"I'm leaving last night. You must take my clothes and let me rest like this. I thought it was OK to rest anyway if I wanted to marry you in the future. Later, I thought that if you wake up, you must be angry again. Just break your hand and pull you apart with force to get out of your clutches. You said, should I be rewarded?" Feng Jue ran stretches out her handsome face and has a certain style of asking for merit.

This is very embarrassing. Mo Xuetong's face suddenly burned up. This man is really shameless and skinnless, but she knows that although he exaggerates, he is really telling the truth. Thinking about the way she pestered him last night, she was ashamed and annoyed. She couldn't help staring at Feng Jue dye and said, "Lord..."

"Don't shout so loud. I can hear it. It's better yesterday. You hold me like that..." Feng Jue ran smiled like a fox.

Mo Xuetong hated it so much that he blushed and wanted to cut his tongue. This man really didn't have a straight shape when talking. As expected, he was romantic and had no edge.

His skin is not as thick as he is. He can't say it again. If he goes on, he doesn't know what shameful words he will say again. Mo Xuetong turned his head in anger and tooted his mouth to ignore him.

Seeing her almost childish mouth, Feng Jue ran suddenly felt much happier. Just now she heard Mo Feng say that she pricked her neck with a hairpin. He was so frightened that he immediately threw Bai Yihao back. At this time, she became very happy because of her childish shame and decided not to count her just small "mistake".

Knowing that she was thin skinned, if she continued, she would become angry. She simply turned away from the topic and said in a positive way: "it doesn't matter if you don't remember other things. There's one thing you promised me. Go into my house and help me. I'll tell my father tomorrow."

Seeing what he said seriously and knowing that he was serious, Mo Xuetong couldn't help being anxious. He turned back and said with a giggle: "Your Highness... How can you decide your marriage... Besides, I'm still young..."

She's only thirteen, okay!

"The Royal imperial concubine's etiquette takes a long time to walk. After walking, you will grow up." Feng Jue ran said indifferently, "besides, it doesn't matter if you're small. Even if you enter my house now, I can't raise you. Look at how small you are. I've recruited people. If I start later, I won't get anything."

Although these words were unreasonable, they were the truth. Mo Xuetong couldn't help being silent.

Now she has no second way to go. Bai Yihao has forced her to the front of the stage. If she wants to protect herself, she must have corresponding strength. The daughter of a small three-level official may be regarded as a famous girl in the eyes of others, but she is really nothing compared with those Phoenix sons and dragon grandchildren of the royal family.

If you want to protect yourself, you can only find a corresponding backer and marry into the royal family, which is the best choice.

Although she can't say how much she likes Feng Jue ran now, she doesn't think he hates it. It is said that he is romantic and affectionate, but Mo Xuetong believes that he is not such a person, or this is his own protective color. Thinking that his mother went early, he almost died. If there is no way, how can he survive.

There are only three princes in the Imperial Palace who can survive. It can be seen how strong the struggle in the harem is. Who can survive? Who doesn't wear a mask and feel sorry for him. Bearing such a reputation is also the way he survived. What right do you have to accuse him.

How can I live without hypocrisy!

"OK, I'll marry you!" Mo Xuetong bit his teeth and said!

She has never been a person waiting to die. Since God has given her a chance to be reborn, she must cherish her life and live well for the people she cares about. She can't avoid revenge and she will never let go of some people. Since this life is doomed to be dull, she also hopes that she can go on strong.

But her face was still burning inexplicably, her long eyelashes hung down and hid the shame at the bottom of her eyes. She never thought that this so-called private giving and receiving would appear on her. Now she has followed the wind Jue dye for a lifetime. If she is found out, her reputation will be ruined. How can she follow his will and promise herself to him!

No media burning words, no parents' orders, really right! But why is there a trace of inexplicable timidity and joy, so that she can't repent again!

Seeing Mo Xuetong finally solemnly promised, Feng Jue ran Xi's eyebrows and eyes moved and smiled more happily. He stretched out his hand to hug her. Seeing her rustling for a while, he was afraid that she was annoyed. He forked his hand and held it to his chest again. He only said leisurely, "it's a deal this time. When you go back, wait for the dowry at home."

"Just now the eldest princess asked me if I would like to be her daughter!" In order to avoid this embarrassing topic, Mo Xuetong looked away with a red face.

"Will your aunt recognize you as her daughter?" Feng Jue ran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he laughed happily.

"What's the matter?" Mo Xue Tong looked up puzzled.

"If you become my aunt's daughter, you can save me a lot of things, and my father and emperor can't stop me with this." Feng Jue ran was in a good mood. She couldn't help reaching out and holding her hand. The greasy feeling hurt people to the heart, especially the way she didn't dodge. The handsome corners of her lips aroused her, which was half depressed.

This is tantamount to saying that he had mentioned to Emperor Zongwen that he was willing to marry her.

Mo Xuetong suddenly opened her eyes, some shocked, some surprised, some surprised and a trace of unspeakable moved. Her identity, even being a side imperial concubine in the palace, also exalted her, and he dared to ask emperor Zongwen to marry her as the right imperial concubine. Feng Jue ran disguised everything, and there must be a plan, and the plan is not small.

He should marry a young lady with a strong mother family as the imperial concubine rather than the daughter of an official with three grades, so that he can raise his chips and add some winning moves for his great cause. However, he promised his position, knowing that it would only bring the displeasure of emperor Zongwen.

Biting his lips, he let his hands be held by him with a slight thin cocoon. He knew it was against the etiquette, but it seemed that it should have been done by him. An inexplicable emotion rendered her brain blank, and only felt that at this time, his hands made her very safe