Chapter 110 Enter the Palace

When Yue Mengxin heard this, her eyes couldn't help but light up. She felt that the method of Cang Ziyun was feasible, and she couldn't help but be moved.

The gentle and indifferent man in front of him always puts her feelings first.

Out of the bamboo house, the breeze rustled the bamboo leaves in the bamboo trees. From time to time, a few dead bamboo leaves danced in the wind and floated and landed on the green lake on the bamboo roof.

The breeze blew into the bamboo room and gently rolled up the surrounding sand. Yuemengxin would accompany the shadow and let him rest in peace before exiting the bamboo house.

The shadow looked at the purple moon beside Yue Mengxin, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, but he knew that there was such a peerless infatuated man around him. Maybe he should cut off his love and silently guard her.

It's just that the prince woke up and didn't know what to do later. He didn't dare to think about the later scene.

Cang Ziyun looked at Yue Mengxin and was silent, thinking that she was worried about Ye Lihuan. She couldn't help reaching out and holding her hand and comforting her in a low voice: "Xin'er, he will be fine. When he solves the wrong spell, he will remember you and that you are his beloved woman."

Yue Mengxin raised her eyes and stared at the gentle and considerate man in front of her. She had a sense of guilt in her heart and always ignored him.

Cang Ziyun seemed to see through what Yue Meng thought and smiled and said, "No matter who you like, I wish I were your husband."

How could he not be jealous, but he thought that if she left him, it would be more uncomfortable than death, so what he did was to compete for her heart.

Let her remember herself all the time...

Yue Meng's face turned slightly red, like a peach blossom in March. She couldn't help holding him and feeling his tenderness to herself.

Out of the bamboo house, Mingfan stood quietly in the bamboo forest, looking at the two people hugging each other, and his clear eyes flashed with sadness.

The breeze blew his clothes, and his ink hair danced with the wind, like a bamboo fairy in the bamboo forest, spotless and drifting out of the dust.

He had just left the bamboo house and saw that a random arrangement of Cang Ziyun could help his master, but he could do nothing.

A demon who is worse than human beings. Over time, the master will definitely get tired of him...

"Do you like her?" Lan Nianrong didn't know when he appeared in front of Ming Fantian.

Ming Fantian's beautiful face looked at Lan Nianrong calmly and said faintly, "What if you like it?"

His heart is no longer his own, and it is all left on the woman in front of him.

Lan Nianrong is very satisfied with the performance of Brahma, so that his dream will slowly forget Ye Lihuan through the teenager in front of him.

After the Hundred Flowers Festival, Mengxin will leave Yanyu, and he guessed her thoughts.

Maybe Mengxin and Ye Lihuan will be a pair of strangers in the future...

"If you like her, quickly untie the seal in your body, stay by her side and protect her. If you want her to have you in her heart, use more care!" Lan Nianrong left this sentence and disappeared beside Ming Fantian.

"Use more snacks." Ming Fantian held his hand on the green bamboo beside him and muttered.

Unsealed and restored his mana, the master will like him over time...

The night is charming, the moon is like water, and a carriage stops at the back door of the Prime Minister's mansion.

is a cold golden pin, which was auctioned by a mysterious man on the Fengyun Building. At that time, she also bid. Unfortunately, the price she bought was so high that she could only sigh.

She was a little angry at that time, and the royal brother did not accompany her at that time.

And the teenager in front of him casually gave this cold gold pin to himself. Is he the mysterious man? I'm afraid that the royal brother value this teenager so much.

There must be a lot of history behind him. Cang Ziyao withdrew her contempt, and she couldn't help looking at the moon dream heart.

At this look, she really saw some famous things. The young man's skin in front of her was tender and snow-white, and his white neck made him have no throat knot, and his every move exuded a delicate and soft state. She was a woman.