Chapter 89 I want to see him

Yue Meng was stunned that the whole palace knew that she was dead? There were bursts of pain in his heart, but Ye Lihuan did not come to look for her...

When Xiahou Zhiyue saw that she was in a daze and knew that she had hit the point, she continued to sneer and said, "Do you think the prince really likes you? Hahaha, you are just a favorite girl. Mrs. Hua, who was defeated by you before, was not dragged by the prince to feed wild dogs. You look too highly of yourself.

"Oh, isn't it? Am I just a spoiled girl? Yue Meng's eyes flashed a cold look and sneered. With a charming flash, she quickly grabbed Xiahou Zhiyue's neck with one hand.

"There are assassins, there are assassins..." Qiu Ju was frightened by the scene in front of her, and her face turned pale and kept screaming.

Xiahou Zhiyue's face showed a painful look, her body was constantly struggling, and her eyes were full of panic. The woman in front of her would not really want to kill her, was she the princess of Yuanrong.

Yue Mengxin narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a sense of resentment in her eyes. Looking at Xiahou Zhiyue's painful appearance, she said softly, "Your Highness, can you say it again for me to listen?"

She is in a mess now, but she is very sober. She ignored Qiu Ju's scream and couldn't wait for Qiu Ju's voice to be louder. She was waiting for Ye Lihuan to appear...

The frightened officials in Xiahou Zhiyue's eyes were thick, and a breath of death enveloped her body. No, she didn't want to die. The pain in her neck made her hands desperately want to grab Yue Mengxin's hand. She was almost unable to breathe.

The woman in front of me is a madman.

Yue Mengxin raised a cold smile at the corners of her mouth, and the strength in her hand was a little heavier. Damn woman, the man who dared to rob her.

"Let go of the princess, let go of the princess." Qiu Ju looked at Yue Mengxin in panic and strangled the princess and rushed up to rescue Xiahou Zhiyue.

Yue Mengxin waved her sleeves, and two strong winds fell on Qiu Ju's body. Qiu Ju's eyes were black, her body was soft, and she fainted on the ground. Looking at Xiahou Zhiyue, who was pinched and rolled her eyes, suddenly let go of her hand. She didn't want to kill her now. Killing her, she would only dirty her hands.

Xiahou Zhiyue fell to the ground weakly, coughed violently and breathed the fresh air desperately. Just now, she almost died, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and there was a burst of fear in her heart.

Yuemeng stared down at Xiahou Zhiyue on the ground and sneered, "Your Highness, I will spare you once this time. Next time you dare to say something randomly, I will twist your noble head off and kick the ball!"

"Well, well, do you think the prince will still like you? You are dead. He has forgotten you. Xiahou Zhiyue raised her arrogant head. She is a princess and must not be threatened by such a bitch.

A trempicable light flashed in her eyes. The prince only loves her now. She has expected that she saw the situation behind her, and she was extremely happy when she thought of this.

"Oh, it seems that you haven't learned a lesson yet. Why don't I burn your beautiful face with fire? Let me see if he still likes you!" Yue Mengxin squatted down and stretched out her slender fingers to lift Xiahou Zhiyue's face. Her black eyes flashed cold, and the fingers of her other hand ignited a small flame.

"No, don't..." Xiahou Zhiyue's skin felt the temperature of the flame in front of her, and suddenly screamed out of control, and her body moved backwards.

She regrets very much. Why did she provoke a madman? If she is disfigured, she will be finished...

Even if she is noble, it is better to die than to live with an ugly face and be laughed at by the world.

Seeing that Xiahou Zhiyue felt fear, Yue Meng snorted coldly, and her fingers flicked gently. The flame flew down on the candle. The candle was lit in an instant. In the daytime, there was a faint light.

Xiaobai, standing aside, roared at Xiahou Zhiyue in a low voice with a warning in his eyes.

Standing up, Yuemeng frowned, with coldness between her eyebrows, like ten thousand years of ice, cold bones, slowly walked to the silver-inlaid pear wooden table, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip of tea. The tea was contained in his mouth, which was extremely bitter.

At this time, her heart was full of confusion. She was waiting, and the night was happy...

She was a little puzzled why she could no longer see the former bodyguards, slaves and familymen in this Ningyue Pavilion. There were only Xiahou Zhiyue in the whole Ningyue Pavilion.

Yue Mengxin did not know that since Xiahou Zhiyue lived in the Ningyue Pavilion and looked for various reasons, drove the people of the Ningyue Pavilion out of the house, either with a cane or sent them to the back mountain to feed wild dogs.

Because these people have all served Yue Mengxin, she has to clean up and erase everything.

As long as someone in the house mentions Yue Mengxin, they will be immediately expelled from the house, so everyone in the night palace is in danger, and the three words Yue Mengxin has become taboo.

And today is the birthday of Xiahou Zhiyue. She asked the people around her to retreat and want to spend a good night with Ye Lihuan.

However, there is a secret among them. She is afraid that there will be many people and be found, leaving only the close slave Qiu Ju.

I didn't want Yue Mengxin to walk in like this, but no one found it.

Qiu Ju's shout quickly attracted many guards. The guards rushed into the Ningyue Pavilion one after another. When they saw Yue Mengxin, their faces changed slightly and could not be dealt with.

"Let Ye Lihuan come to see me, or I will kill her..." Yue Mengxin sat at the table. Why didn't Ye Lihuan come? Didn't he dare to come to see her? Her beautiful face was stained with frost, and her eyes were awe-inspiring and cold. Her fingers flicked, and a wind blade hit Xiahou Zhiyue.

"Ah! Don't kill me." Xiahou Zhiyue got out of control and made a harsh scream, cutting through the whole Ningyue Pavilion.

The wind blade is like a sharp knife, cutting a blood mark on Xiahou Zhiyue's white face. The scarlet blood is like a blooming plum blossom, blown by the wind and all of them withered.

The guards in the Ningyue Pavilion all looked at Yue Mengxin with pale faces. They were embarrassed and dared not come forward. The beautiful woman in front of them was the prince's favorite favorite girl, and Xiahou Zhiyue was about to be the princess the prince to marry.

None of them dared to offend, not to mention that Yue Mengxin is a magician, a mythical existence, and they can only rush to death.

When the shadow saw Yue Mengxin sitting quietly drinking tea in the room, his body trembled uncontrollably and his heart beat faster. She was still alive and alive...

Unable to express the joy in his heart, he knew that she would not die so easily.

Seeing the sword tension in the room, the shadow's joy sank violently. The prince has changed, and he no longer remembers Miss Yue...

Just as the shadow was worried, a panicked footsteps came.

"Ziyue, Zhiyue..."

Yue Mengxin heard a familiar voice from outside the door, and her eyes condensed everywhere. The person he called turned out to be Xiahou Zhiyue, not her...