Chapter 118 Participating in the Hundred Flowers Festival

"Master, you are awake!" Ming Fantian looked at the dazed Yue Mengxin and knew what she was thinking, but he didn't dare to break it. If the master knew, he would not let himself approach her again.

"Well, I'm awake!" Yue Meng said in a daze and completely lost her usual shrewdness. She had an impulse to commit suicide by hitting the wall.

She actually did such a thing to Brahma again. The so-called thing is only three times, and she has committed it twice, which makes her feel ashamed.

"fan tian, you put on your clothes for a while. I want to calm down alone!" Yue Mengxin didn't dare to look at Ming Fantian for fear that she would make another mistake.

"Well, I know the master!" Ming Fantian suddenly blew a faint breath on her snow-white neck.

In an instant, Yue Mengxin's face was stained with crimson, her heartbeat accelerated a little, and her eyes showed an annoyed look. She shouted coldly, "Get out quickly!"

"Yes, master!" Ming Fantian looked at Yue Mengxin, and a smile flashed in his eyes. He turned around and picked up the robe, put it on his body and walked out of the curtain.

Seeing Ming Fantian go out, Yue Mengxin walked into the sea of knowledge and looked at Lan Nianrong, with a confused look in her eyes: "Nianrong, am I sick?"

Lan Nianrong, who was pulling out the strings, looked up at Yue Mengxin and said lightly, "What's the disease? Your spiritual power seems to be a little stronger!"

Yue Mengxin's face turned red. Lan Nianrong didn't say anything, but she really felt that her spiritual power had increased a lot.

"You are going to transition to the first robbery!" Lan Nianrong looked at her and smiled at her gently.

"Do the disaster! When will it be?" Yue Mengxin's face showed bitterness, and it won't attract thunder to strike her, will it?

"I don't know, it's about a few days!" Lan Nianrong's exquisite and beautiful face looked like a smile, and her voice was gentle.

"Nianrong, I want to put both Brahma and Xiaobai in the Fenglei Hall. I can't stay in the Prime Minister's mansion anymore." Yue Mengxin swept away the troubles of the disaster. Looking at Lan Nianrong's careless look, she knew that she would be able to get through it.

Lan Nianrong nodded slightly and said, "Well, this is not our place to stay for a long time. Yanjing is a place of wrong. Let's get out of it early and put them in the Ruyi Wind and Thunder Hall, so that we won't come back to find them again."

"Hmm!" Yue Mengxin retreated from the sea of knowledge. At this time, Ming Fantian walked to the curtain and said softly, "Master, come out to bathe and change clothes!"

Yue Mengxin touched her forehead. She must be too determined. In the future, it's better to let Ming Fantian contact herself less: "I know, you go out first!"

"Well, master!" Ming Fantian knew that the master was shy, raised the corners of his mouth, and walked out of the room, thinking about whether Xiaobai should be released.

On the second day of the Hundred Flowers Festival, the whole Yanjing was full of people, and bright girls could be seen everywhere, which really filled the eyes of the people of Yanjing.

And the site of the Hundred Flowers Festival was selected in a palace. Famous families, royal families and the Three Kingdoms came to sit on the second floor, looking up at the ring. Countless girls had already gathered outside the palace and began to register in the hands of the government and take their own signs.

Yue Mengxin held Guqin with a veil on her face and a sign in her hand, waiting for the first primary election.

At this time, the newspaper officer shouted, "50th, Yue Mengxin came to the stage!"

Yue Mengxin went to take off her veil and walked to the ring with the piano in her arms. Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on her body and she couldn't move her eyes.

A white snow, with a peerless face, a head of ink hair is held with an extremely simple jade hairpin, the breeze is blowing, the clothes are blowing in the wind, and the ink hair is flying, like thin smoke covering the bright moon, and the lotus steps under his feet move gently, like a Lingbo fairy stepping on the wind.

Everyone around the ring condensed their breath for fear of a blink and a breath that the fairy in front of him would disappear in front of him.

On the ring, Xiahou Zhiyue recognized Yue Mengxin, who had returned to her original appearance, and said angrily, "Your Majesty, let someone hold this witch quickly. She is the assassin who assassinated the prince."

Why did this woman appear here so boldly? Xiahou Zhiyue's eyes flashed a poisonous light, and the corners of her mouth sneered.

Don't know what you are, do you want to take back Ye Lihuan with your own beauty?

Xiahou Zhiyue's words naturally attracted the attention of others, and their eyes were all looking at Ye Lihuan.

Ye Lihuan looked at Yue Mengxin with dull eyes, and there was a tearing pain in his heart. Xiahou Zhiyue put a wrong spell on him and made him lose his favorite woman. If it was not the right time, he would not let go of this vicious woman in front of him.

But he didn't understand why Mengxin wanted to participate in the selection of concubines during the Hundred Flowers Festival and clenched her hands tightly into fists. Is she deliberately angry with him?

"Do you mean she is a witch? I don't think so." The bloodthirsty light flashed in Ye Lihuan's dark brown eyes, staring at Xiahou Zhiyue with a cold look.

Xiahou Zhiyue looked at Ye Lihuan's eyes and couldn't help trembling. She had never seen his eyes. Why did he treat himself with such a cold look? A nameless fear shrouded her.

Did the man in front of her untie the curse of love? She shook her head desperately in her heart. It was impossible, absolutely impossible.

Ye Lihuan stared at the people under the ring, and suddenly turned around and walked outside. He wanted to stop her.

"Lord Ye, let me tell you not to disturb her plan!" I don't know when Cang Ziyun appeared in front of Ye Lihuan and said indifferently.

He was also surprised. He didn't expect that he would suddenly participate in the selection of concubines, but he thought that there must be some plans for her appearance.

He saw that Ye Lihuan was about to rush down the ring, so he came forward to stop Ye Lihuan.

Ye Lihuan was shocked, and his eyes burst out with cold light, looking at the purple clouds coldly.

The king in front of him is very close to Mengxin and calls Mengxin as his heart. Is he the man he loves now?

A sense of jealousy and anger swept over his body, and his murderous spirit was exposed. He couldn't wait to kill the king in front of him on the spot.

"Lord Ye, my heart helps you so much. If you serve people like this, I will look down on you!" A look of disdain flashed in Cang Ziyun's eyes and sneered.

Naturally, he saw the murder in Ye Lihuan's eyes, thinking that Xin'er had done so much for him before leaving Yanjing, and thought that he felt that he was not worth it.

"You..." Ye Li walked away with angrily.

The letter given to her by Mengxin was full of the conspiracy of Yuanrong and Fengye, and she also gave herself a marrow-washing elixir. She has a deep affection for herself.

But she broke up with herself. Why did she do this?

Do you really send him to the cold dragon chair and leave yourself? What's the use of his king's throne? What's the point of his life without her?

Heart, how can you be so selfish...

Ye Lihuan's heart is like ten thousand poisonous insects biting, and the pain spreads all over his body. He can't lose her...

Even if she hates him, he won't let her go!

Close your eyes, and Ye Lihuan's eyes show fierceness. It's time to make a break...

When Cang Ziyun saw Ye Lihuan leave, he lowered his head and looked at Yue Mengxin under the stage, and suddenly there was a trace of clearness in his eyes. So it was.

With a slight red lip, he walked towards his position, waiting for the person he was waiting for to appear.

The condensed cold phoenix eyes stared at Yue Mengxin, with a faint smile on her face. What earth-shaking things will an interesting woman do on the Hundred Flowers Festival?

He was slightly looking forward to it. In this game, he also netred her in it...

"No. 50, pass!" The eunuch beside him shouted loudly.

Yue Mengxin's beautiful face showed a smile, looking at the person who raised it, and a dark light flashed in her black eyes, which was a really good start.

Slowly walking down from the stage, she covered her veil again and looked at the confident moon butterfly not far away.

Don't let me down, the third lady of the Prime Minister's mansion.