Chapter 149 Who Hurt

"Azi, do you know, er..." Xiaoxiao looked at her and stopped talking.

"What do you know?"

"Oh, do you know that the emperor is also lucky with Gu Qinger today?"

"What!" As soon as this came out, the teacup in Mo Ziyao's hand fell from the table with a bang, and the tea inside fell on the table. The teacup rolled twice on the table and slipped from the edge of the table. Seeing that it was about to fall on the floor, it was broken. Fortunately, Xiaoxiao quickly caught the cup.

She held the cup in her hand and looked at Mo Ziyao with a ugly face and said, "What, don't you know?"

Mo Ziyao felt her head 'buzzing' and thinking, thinking of the two figures in Fuluting in the afternoon. The sentence "The emperor is also lucky with Gu Qinger today, lucky Gu Qinger..." echoed in her mind again and again like a magic sound, tapping her fragile nerves. The eyes are astringent, the nose is sour, and even the heart is blocked.

"I know now." Yes, I may be the last to know, but I am the last to know. This man who once said he wanted to be good to himself is so 'good' to himself.

Mo Ziyao bit her lip, turned around and held Xiaoxiao's arms and sucked her nose and said, "But what does it have to do with me? He is the supreme of the 95th. Who is spoiled and good to whom? That's his power, isn't it? What does it have to do with me?"

Mo Ziyao said in a row that two have nothing to do with her. If it really has nothing to do with her, why does her heart hurt so much?

Xiaoxiao jumped her feet and puffed her cheeks and said, "Why does it have nothing to do with you? You know the emperor first. What kind of green onion is her? In my opinion, she must have seen the emperor's love for you so much, and her heart is unbalanced, and she will also step in and destroy your feelings! Yes, that's it, so she deliberately fell into the water to let the emperor pay attention to her. Use this vulgar and disgusting method. Humph! Such a vicious woman! It's disgusting!"

Mo Ziyao listened to Xiaoxiao's words of holding her own peace, raised her lips and smiled reluctantly and said, "Forget, these are not what we need to worry about. Nowadays, so many people want to deal with us secretly, but we are weak in the palace and must deal with it carefully. Everything can only be done by yourself.

"Well," Xiaoxiao answered, but couldn't help thinking of the disaster in Gu Xian Villa. Mo Ziyao stood up this time regardless of her life, and finally almost took her life. Fortunately, she was saved by Brother Mo Li in time, otherwise she would not be able to stand and talk to her again.

The villa did not treat Mo Ziyao well, but she tried her best to serve the villa, but Gu Qinger still didn't know how to repay her kindness. That's all, but she still has to unite with everyone to bully her. It's really not worth it for her. So she said, "I know. But I don't feel worth it for you. You sacrificed so much for Gu Xian Villa. Why did Gu Qinger do this to you? I know about you and Brother Mo Li. If it hadn't happened because of Sister Jinger, you wouldn't have to go to the palace to suffer this. You could have gone far away from Brother Mo and live a happy life.

"Xiaoxiao, you don't understand." Mo Ziyao's mind also flashed the white demon man who once moved her. But she just shook her head gently and said with a wry smile, "Forget it, it's over. Let's not talk about it. Go back first. If anything happens, I will ask Sister Lan to come to you. Again, be more careful.

This time, Xiaoxiao no longer played with Mo Ziyao and nodded with a heavy face: "Well, I'll go first."

Mo Ziyao watched Xiaoxiao's back gradually fade away until it disappeared in the night, and then turned to look at the tea slowly falling along the table, just like her mood at this moment, sliding down little by little and sinking to the bottom of the valley.

The water stains left on the table are like a clear lake at this moment. Mo Ziyao looked at it quietly, and the lake suddenly turned into several figures...

The first one will always be dressed in white and always be a cold and beautiful teenager!

Gu Moli. Ha ha." Mo Ziyao looked at the image of the man and smiled faintly. This man is his first love, right? The man who could firmly attract his attention at the beginning turned out that his good to him was just to get rid of the shackles of fate. Now that you have been free, the meaningless so-called 'emotion' should end and there should be no more intersection.

"If it hadn't been for the influence of that strange soul-eating bracelet, I don't think there would have been any intersection between me and you. Yes, there won't be."

Maybe everything between her and Gu Moli is indeed affected by this soul-eating bracelet, but without the bracelet, has she really never taken this person to heart? The answer is about to come out, but Mo Ziyao doesn't want to admit it. She would rather blame everything on this bracelet than question her heart.

"Optimus Sky." Mo Ziyao looked at the man who appeared later and smiled gently, "Thank you for taking care of me so carefully for two years. I was very happy to have your company for two years on the top of the mountain. It's just that you should find someone who really loves you, but that person is not me. I'm sorry.

The picture flashed, and a man with a folding fan in his hand smiled gently appeared, but in an instant, the picture changed again and turned into a proud man in a golden dragon robe.

"Ruan Lingzheng. Ha ha." Mo Ziyao looked at him and smiled sadly. This man was a person who really walked into his heart.

From the first time I met him in the inn, the warmth and tenderness he showed to himself really made his lost self feel unprecedented warmth. However, now he is no longer the gentle Yuan Ling he has seen among himself, but the superior, proud and domineering Ruan Lingzheng.

is such a man who shows multiple personalities in front of her, but she feels both moved and distressed. There is even an idea that he wants to share his worries and pain. She knew that it was unreasonable to fall in love with someone, and this man had unconsciously lived in her heart.

Gradually, the water on the table has gradually run out, and all the figures are disillusioned. Only when the moonlight quietly rises on the water stains on the ground, and the moon, which is mostly covered by dark clouds, is also burning. Mo Ziyao withdrew all her mood and walked to the window sill and looked out.

At this moment, it is three o'clock (midnight), and it is particularly quiet outside. Only the occasional breeze makes the branches and leaves by the window make a slight noise and float into the room with the faint fragrance of flowers, and sometimes a few petals fly past the window.

This window is a small garden. Since Ruan Lingzheng didn't let her plant flowers and plants in the front yard, she told someone to plant it on the open space outside her dormitory.

She saw her figure reflected on the bronze mirror in front of her, dressed in white thin clothes, with a slightly haggard face, and her hair gently swinging with the wind.

At this time, the light in the room dimmed. Mo Ziyao turned her head and saw that the lamp on the table was gently swaying in the wind.

With a low sigh, she suddenly whispered: "The mirror looks at the flowers without sleeping, and the watermark remains the moon without face; the wind blows the flowers and branches, but the moon leaves, but the heart remains; the mirror flowers cry, the water and the moon swallows, and the moon shadow is sad. Who hurts when the flowers fall?"

With a wry smile, she even felt a little like Lin Daiyu. When she saw the fall of the moon, she wanted to cry sadly? Shaking her head, she knew that she was hurting a man.

Leaning down to look at the golden flame, she stretched out her forefinger and shuttled on Mars. It's just that she thought too much in her mind, so she insinuously let the fire burn her fingers, and the burning pain made her awake in an instant.

" hiss!" She quickly withdrew her hand reflexively, held her finger and put it on her lips and blew it. As soon as she blew it, suddenly flashed in her mind in the back mountain of Yuefu Inn five years ago. It was also the same situation that she accidentally let the thorn pierced when she picked petals.

Mo Ziyao thought of this and unconsciously raised her lips and smiled. He leaned again and blew out the light, turned around and walked to the bedside. Just as she walked to the head of the bed, the sudden sound behind her suddenly stopped.

"Yuer, are you all right!" An eager and nervous voice sounded not far behind her. She couldn't help turning around. In the dark, a pair of warm big hands held her hands without groping.

"Girl, are you all right!" The two voices coincided miraculously in an instant. Mo Ziyao felt as if they had returned to five years ago. On the night surrounded by the sea of flowers, Yuan Ling ran over and held his hand, and also asked. Her tears flowed out in an instant and fell on the back of Ruan Lingzheng's hand.

At this moment, it was still warm tears, which burned his heart in an instant.

"Yuer, who did you hurt?" Ruan Lingzheng asked in a trembling voice.

Who did you hurt? Mo Ziyao felt that she suddenly only remembered these four words at this moment. Yeah, for whom am I hurt? Don't you really know?

Looking up and looking at the tall figure integrated with the darkness, Mo Ziyao suppressed the faint strange fluctuation in her heart and shouted hoarsely, "Your Majesty..."

The figure slowly approached Mo Ziyao until he felt her slightly rapid gasp, and he smiled.

Reach out and hold her in your arms. He shouted emotionally, "Yuer, Yaoer."

Mo Ziyao did not struggle. She found that she did not want to struggle, so she gently leaned her cheek on the familiar broad shoulder and slowly closed her eyes after smelling the familiar faint fragrance of dragon saliva.

At this moment, she felt that she was both sad and sweet, and at this moment she felt that she was happy and confused. At this moment, she felt that the shoulder she relied on would be her lifelong support. At this moment, she wanted to let time stay at this moment forever.

A sentence about who hurts your heart makes him understand her heart. A strong and warm hug made her see her emotions clearly.

"Your Majesty..." Mo Ziyao responded gently.

"Call me, Zheng." Ruan Lingzheng said softly in a seductive voice.

"Uh, politics..."

"Yuer...thank you!"

As soon as Ruan Lingzheng finished speaking, he found that his shoulder was light, and then his face was held by a pair of cold little hands.

"What did you say?" Mo Ziyao had a faint smile in the corners of her eyes and gently held his face to make his eyes look at him.

At this moment, neither of them claimed to be emperor and concubine. Only you and me.

"Forget it if you don't hear it, just say it once." Ruan Lingzheng said in a buzzing voice. With that, he took her hand, looked down, then gently rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it seriously, "It's so cold! But I will warm it with my heart. Ha ha." After saying that, even Ruan Lingzheng smiled.

He pulled Mo Ziyao's hand to his heart and hugged her tightly again. Hold it like a treasure.

[The words in this chapter are changed from Li Yugang's Mirror Flower and Water Moon. If you like to listen to his songs, you might as well listen to them. Well, what's in the next chapter? It's a little harmonious. Be careful under 18 years old---]