Chapter 253 How can he do this to her

Mo Xuetong was silent for a while, and she immediately understood the meaning of Feng Jueran.

Ling Fengyan is an important pawn in the queen's hand. Whether it is marrying the King of Yan or the King of Chu, it plays an incredible role.

But no matter who you want to marry, Ling Fengyan's boudoir cannot be damaged.

So Ling Fengyan will only keep her mouth shut tonight and will never say anything wrong in front of others. Even if she is the queen, she will not reveal it, because the interests of the queen are not the same as her interests now. She will not be at the mercy of the queen. If she falls into the hands of the queen now, she can still resist.

After figured this out, Mo Xuetong was speechless.

What he could think of, he had already thought of it and made a trap for Ling Fengyan. Although she didn't know exactly what it was, she also knew that his plan was by no means more than this. In this bureau, there should be not only Ling Fengyan, but also the Royal Highness of King Ning and the empress dowager behind His Royal Highness Ning.

Thinking that the empress dowager, who had been hidden behind the scenes, was the most scheming one, Mo Xuetong couldn't help but be shocked.

"Be careful yourself." Mo Xuetong said something desolently, and then found what he had said. He quickly turned around and covered the shame in his eyes.

"Pupil cares about me." Feng Jue's eyes lit up, suddenly turned over and sat up, lifted his robe and sat down, and asked with a smile.

His beautiful eyes were like stars in the night, shining, and his eyes seemed to be ignited by flames, and he repeated happily: "Pupil really cares about me."

Mo Xuetong couldn't help rolling her eyes. Even if she didn't see how bright he smiled behind him, she knew that he was very proud now and wanted to bite off his tongue for a moment. Why did he say this so smoothly, as if the little daughter-in-law was concerned about her husband?

Thinking about this, his face became more and more red, but he said unconvincedly, "Although Your Highness is bold, you can't take it lightly. Since I am on the same rope with Your Highness now, I naturally have to consider it for Your Highness."

"A red rope?" Feng Jue asked out of context, which was really ambiguous and made people blush.

Mo Xuetong knew that he was intentional. She was secretly ashamed. She simply turned around and looked at him and said, "Your Highness just reminded me not to go out more these days. Is there anything related to me? Your Highness, please make it clear that I don't do anything wrong with Your Highness at that time. I believe that I will solve it earlier than speculation. The problem is the most important thing."

This is what she has always wanted to ask. After asking, she was inexplicably relieved. This is what she needs to solve most at present.

"Pupil is really smart, and even this point can be seen." Feng Jue dyed with a smile, waved her hand and motioned her to sit down.

Mo Xuetong hesitated for a moment and walked slowly. Since she decided to marry the royal palace and share the joys and sorrows with him, some things could not be too much. In her last life, she was seriously injured. In this life, she just wanted to live and protect the people she should protect. She really didn't want to think too much about other things.

It's a blessing to marry someone who can protect you. What else can you ask for?

But why, as he approached, his heart was a little out of control...

Sure enough, Feng Jueran is not a person who can sit quietly and discuss matters. With a handsome smile, he took the initiative to lean against Mo Xuetong, who was far away from him, waved his sleeves and raised his robe and sat down. His demon-like evil eyes looked at her with a smile, with some feelings that she could not see through.

"Does the Prince of Yan have something to do with me?" Mo Xuetong deliberately didn't look at the handsome face he leaned over, and then asked.

In my memory, these royal children are too far away from her. In her last life, her only place of activity was the backyard of the Marquis of Zhenguo. Only a few aunts were going to to toss her to death. Unexpectedly, when she walked out of the backyard in her life, she found that the world was much more complicated than she thought.

Some of her previous life surfaced little by little, and she was at a loss.

The feeling of living alone made Mo Xuetong, who was reborn and take the lead in everything, walk in the clouds of fog, surrounded by white clouds. She could only walk down with a deep foot and a shallow foot, but she didn't know which day she would fall into the clouds and sink down.

She tried to recall who the position of Emperor Zongwen passed on in her last life, but she still couldn't find an end.

In my mind, only the ferocious smiling faces of Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin, tearing her heart like fire, their hands involuntarily covered their hearts, their faces suddenly turned pale, and their heads were faintly sweaty.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Feng Jueran reached out to hold her and asked anxiously.

Mo Xuetong closed her eyes and took a breath. Only then did she feel that the hidden pain in her chest did not exist. Everything just now was like a phantom, so unreal.

This is not the Marquis's Mansion, and he is not Sima Lingyun. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pinched his skirt, felt the smoothness of the satin of her fingertips, and her heart relaxed inexplicably. Through the skirt, she could even feel the skin under his skirt, so warm and elastic, as if even her blood was closing. This pulse of his blood.

He is really not that person.

"It's okay," there was an inexplicable gentle and relieved smile on his face, his long eyelashes flashed, raised his bright water eyes that could see people's hearts, stared at his well-defined handsome face, and relaxed.

It's completely different from the previous life!

The tragedy of the previous life will not be repeated, and she will no longer be poured into a bowl of poison by Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin.

"Pupil." Feng Jue's handsome eyes seemed to beat like flames. His slender hand took her hand and suddenly held her in his arms.

Mo Xuetong was shocked by his fiery flames, and then he found that he had been held tightly in his arms, and his surroundings seemed to be blank. Only his slightly thick breath echoed ambiguously in his ears, and his face turned red as if it had burned through.

The inexplicable Mo Xuetong didn't know how to describe her feelings. She felt ashamed and ashamed, but she didn't know how to respond. She was wrapped in her arms so tightly by him, as if she was inlaid on him. His shoulders were very wide and her muscles were tight, and she suppressed her body effortlessly, and she was soft in his arms and didn't know what to do. His hands pulled his clothes tightly, and his charming water eyes were full of fog and confusion.

Poor sheep who make people feel like a lost lamb and don't know how to do it.

As a human for two generations, Mo Xuetong never experienced this violently burning brain blank emotion and subconsciously refused. The feeling that it seemed to burn everything made her very scared.

"Pupil, as soon as you get married, I will come to propose marriage." Feng Jue's voice was stained with unconscious mellow, mellow and gentleness like a long-old wine, with the feeling of heartbeat in Tuyu's eyes. No matter how resistant she resisted in her arms, she still hugged her tightly.

Conscious tension, subconscious resistance, she was suddenly afraid, afraid that she would burn, whether she would be fascinated by it, little by little interaction, little by little sinking, whether something happened unconsciously, which made her so overwhelmed and usual calm, I don't know where to go at this time. Now She just wants to escape.

She wants to escape from this man. He is too dangerous!

That's a feeling from the bottom of my heart. There is no reason, no reason. I just feel that if I let him come up like this, I will lose my inch and worry...

seemed to sense her struggle. Feng Jue's arms softened, but she still refused to let go. She gently patted her on the back with one hand to comfort her emotions. The other hand hugged her slender waist and comforted her lowly: "Pupil, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here. Don't be afraid."

Maybe his gentle and almost spoiled voice calmed her out-of-control mood. Mo Xuetong opened her eyes blankly, and the focus slowly appeared in her eyes. At the end of the focus was the extremely beautiful face. At this time, with a face full of regret, gently as if she was taking care of her most precious treasure.

Is he so gentle because of her?

But why did he do this to her? An almost impossible possibility loomed in her mind...

"Pupil, good boy, what's wrong, tell me." Feng Jue Ran felt her slowly calming mood, touched a handkerchief, and gently wiped the tears that had just flowed down. The crystal tears were stained on her tender white cheeks. The smart eyes flashed more and more like stars in the sky, but there was some distressing confusion.

Thinking of the Mofu, Feng Jue's eyes darked, and a trace of shade flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Tonger, believe me, I won't let people bully you." It's hard to believe that Qingjun. The evil and beautiful Xuanwang also had such a clumsy time. His slender fingers fell on her face, which was gently touching...

Mo Xuetong's eyes became more and more clear. She knew that at this time, it was best to push her away and maintain the demeanor of her family, but now she didn't know whether to push him away or not to let him go. The feeling of being cared for in the palm of her hand was pursued by her last life, so she took her own life. .

Can she really believe it in this life?

The clear water eyes reflected her doubts. She looked at him blankly, some rejection, some alienation, but also some reluctance and expectation.

It hurts, hurts, and dies. She is really scared!

"My father has agreed to our marriage, and he will marry us when your filial piety expires." Sensing her fear, Feng Jue dyed gently in her ear.

He really told Zong Wendi? Mo Xuetong suddenly woke up and looked at him unbelievably.

"Don't worry, when you enter the house, I will disperse all the women in the house. None of those women are really mine." He whispered in her ear, but the sound fell into Mo Xuetong's ears like thunder.

The most common women in Xuanwang Mansion are women. Some were robbed by him, some were sent by others, and some voluntarily entered the house. However, it is said that his house is a place where beautiful women gather, with all kinds of colors and images. Even Emperor Zong Wen has reprimanded him many times.

And now he says that those women are not his...

Why isn't it surprising!

But the inexplicable Mo Xuetong believed him and looked at his handsome face, which frowned because of urgency. His eyes, which usually looked evil and deep, were unusually clear, with her clear pity and spoiling. The drowning gentleness stained her eyes with tears for a moment.

How can he say that to her!

How can he do this to her!