Chapter 155 [Chasing Mo Jieyuan]

Chapter 150 [Chasing the Source of Jasmine]

Xiao Yan pondered for a moment and suddenly asked, "You are not Zhaocheng Yingtian. Who are you? Although Zhaocheng Yingtian is intelligent, the words she can't say are pearly, and the paragraphs are incisive and concise and powerful.

A light flashed through Ru Mo's eyes and smiled disapprovely, "That's your intention. If you don't have that person in your heart, no matter how smart she is, you won't find it. There is not only one cold Rumo in the world. Maybe one day, others can replace her..."

"Enough!" Xiao Yan shouted coldly, "Whether you are Zhaocheng Yingtian or not, your life is in the king's hands. You'd better keep it peacefully, otherwise you can't do politics as a woman."

Rumo squeezed the corners of her lips silently, "If this were the case, Leng Rumo should have died eight times."

Xiao Yan drew his sword, and a murderous atmosphere rose around him. With the shaking of the sword body, he held the cold light in his hand and said a childish words, "Whoever I want to die will die."

Rumo felt funny and moved. Knowing that he was angry, he quickly turned his head and said, "Well, I'm wrong. Now it's important to control the water. I can't let the people disperse anymore. You can send a book to Emperor Wei quickly, and I'll study the water map."

"Wait..." Xiao Yan suddenly glanced over. Although he put down the sword, his sharp eyes were like the tip of the sword, straight to the bottom of his eyes.

Ru Mo was stunned and asked slowly, "Is there anything else?"

Xiao Yan took a step forward, "What did you say to Moer?" In just a few words, there is a coldness, forcing people to kill people.

Ru Mo's momentum did not diminish, and she smiled like a meteor, "Go and ask her!"

Zhaocheng Yingtian sat in front of the mirror and gently stroked the skin on her cheeks. She loved and hated this face. Although this face was not as beautiful as her previous face, it was a face that could not be greasy. She always knew that she was more beautiful than that Leng Rumo, but so what? As Zhaocheng Yingtian, the prince didn't care about her, but as Leng Rumo, it was different. At least his eyes when he looked at her became much more delicate than before.

The prince always loves Leng Rumo's face. If this face is ruined, the prince will definitely not love Leng Rumo. How can a man love his "heart"? Of course, I just love this "rong"... Zhaocheng Yingtian thought jealously and stubbornly that she really had the impulse to pull out the hairpin and destroy the face.

As soon as Zhaocheng Yingtian raised her hand with a hairpin, she saw Xiao Yan walking in from the door and immediately greeted her out softly, "The prince is back. Are you tired? I asked them to warm the white-eared bird's nest porridge with a small fire, and I'll ask them to bring it up..."

"Wait!" Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly and his voice was cold. "Where is the sachet you are wearing? Take it out."

Zhaocheng Yingtian held the fingertips of the door frame with a faint force, covered the look of fear in her eyes, turned around with a smile, and said for a long time, "What's wrong with the prince? What's wrong with Moer? Or is the prince still angry for Moer to go to the State of Wei?

Xiao Yan suddenly thought and aggravated his voice, "I asked you to take out the sachet. Didn't you hear it?"

Zhaocheng Yingtian's body stiffened and calmed down. He took out a sachet from his sleeve and handed it to Xiao Yan. There was a little coolness in his voice, "Does the prince want this?"

Xiao Yan grabbed the sachet and took a closer look. The word "mo" embroidered on the sachet was neat with neat needle corners and exquisite workmanship. The things usually embroidered by the man's hand were all thick needles and thread. How can it be so meticulous?

The moonlight was light, and the grass under her feet was soft. Ru Mo saw Fan Yun walking in the pavilion, looked happy, and also went to the pavilion.

Fan Yun didn't see it, and his footsteps did not stop. With a distant and cold smile on the corners of his lips, he said, "The princess also came for a walk?"

Ru Mo pulled the corners of her mouth, and a trace of interest flashed in her eyes. She said, "Fan Yun, how is Xue'er? Go back and tell her that the lotus leaf chicken in the east of the city is the best. Cher must like it.

Fan Yun was stunned, stopped, looked at Zhaocheng Yingtian in front of him, and said in surprise, "How do you know the lotus leaf chicken?" This is Rumo's favorite food, and Zhaocheng Yingtian can't know it.

Ru Mo didn't intend to hide it from Fan Yun and smiled faintly, "Because this is my favorite food, Xue'er must also like it. Haven't you seen it yet? I'm Rumo..."

Fan Yun was surprised, and his smile quickly dizzled. He asked with a smile, "Are you really Rumo? Oh, my God, I'm so stupid. I should have thought of you to move stones against the dam. How can it be Zhaocheng Yingtian? Your transfigurement is really getting more and more exquisite, so exquisite that I can't recognize it.

Ru Mo sat down and her lips grinned, "This is not a cosmetic technique. That's outdated. This is a skin replacement technique. You are really getting more and more stupid. You really have to let Xue'er be good **** you."

"Hehe... It's time to ****." Fan Yun smiled and suddenly stopped and stared at Ru Mo, "Why are you changing your skin with that Zhaocheng Yingtian?"

Ru Mo frowned and said with a smile, "It's funny. That Zhaocheng Yingtian said that men only love their skin but not love. In order to let her know the truth, I promised to change with her. I'm a good person to do it to the end, and even the part of me and Xiao Yan 'unchange to death' was revealed to her."

Fan Yun changed his staring eyes to a glance and said suspiciously, "Is it that simple?"

"Well..." Ru Mo nodded in a muffled voice, looked up and narrowed her eyes again, and corrected, "Yes, it's that simple!"

"Do you know that those generals don't bring their families when they go to war?" Xiao Yan casually floated out such a sentence.

Zhaocheng Yingtian squeezed her lips tightly, only felt hair in her heart, and nodded slowly, "Moer knows."

"Since you know, you'd better guarantee that you are Moer, or you will bear the consequences." Xiao Yan said, stretched out his hand and pulled it. Zhaocheng Yingtian's clothes slipped off, leaving only a transparent underwear.

Zhaocheng Yingtian's face changed, her long eyelashes fell down, her hands were covered in front of her chest, and tears surged out, "What did Moer do wrong? The prince wants to treat Moer so rudely?"

Xiao Yan's eyes fell on the chest of "Mier", and his heart tightened. Under the snow-white skin on his chest, the jasmine tattoo loomed. Before that, he was sure that this was not his Mo'er, but Yi Rongshu can only change his face, not the skin on her body. Now her unparalleled tattoo is still there. Is it really his Mo'er in front of her? But why has it changed so much? At the moment before, he was still thinking that if it was proved that this was not Moer, he would use her as a military prostitute, but at this moment, he had to waver...

Zhaocheng Yingtian knew that she had broken her skills. She couldn't learn that Leng Rumo, but she finally changed her skin. She couldn't easily give up this opportunity. Turning her mind, she bit her tongue fiercely. A stream of red blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth and fell to the ground. A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Xiao Yan pitifully, "I... Poisoned..."

Xiao Yan restrained his emotions, bent down and picked up Zhao Cheng Yingtian, and said, "Isn't Moer invulnerable? How can you be poisoned?"

Zhaocheng Yingtian took the opportunity to fall softly into Xiao Yan's arms and said softly, "Moer doesn't know what poison this is. It seems that Zhaocheng Yingtian gave it to me. I met Zhaocheng Yingtian on the way back... So... Moer will be different from the past..."

"Why didn't Moer say it earlier?" A trace of enlightenment flashed between Xiao Yan's eyebrows, and her eyes moved away. The corners of Zhao Chengying's mouth trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything. She invaded and let her body stick to him, stroked his handsome face, and her blood-stained lips covered his lips.

Xiao Yan frowned in an instant, and her eyes moved down. Her thin clothes set off her exquisite, concave and conve and graceful body, and the faint jasmine tattoo revealed her strong desire. The familiar body fragrance came to his face. His lips moved, and he only felt a disgusting smell of blood. He lost his previous feeling. He didn't want to get her at all. Why was it like this? A touch of chagrin surged in her heart, and she just wanted to leave quickly, but Zhaocheng Yingtian still kissed fiercely, and her lips were inseparable. No one could see the hurt in her beautiful eyes.

Xiao Yan suddenly pushed away Zhaocheng Yingtian and said, "I'm tired today. I don't want to..."

While Zhaocheng Yingtian was stunned, she smiled bitterly in her heart, and even her voice contained a desperate coldness, "What does it mean not want to be?"

"Be patient, Zhaocheng Yingtian, you dead woman, have the courage to intervene in the government, and have the courage to run to the river dam to help others build a dike. I don't care who you are. I have to kill you..." A burst of scolding came from far to near.

Ru Mo raised her eyebrows and looked down. Isn't the man carrying the big knife Zhang Ji? There is no one else except the impulsive Zhang Ji who dares to shout like this.

Fan Yun smiled and said, "General Zhang really defends you, but his nature is also suitable for killing."

Ru Mo stared at Zhang Ji who was about to come up and sighed and said, "Just find him a woman. He grinds his temper. He is not as transparent as you, and he is not a stupid person."

"Who are you looking for a woman? You are so patient, you dead woman, how dare you calculate me." Zhang Ji's ears were sharp. He stepped over the railing of the pavilion, held a big knife, and stood in front of Ru Mo, staring at the eyes that were more ugly than the cow.

Ru Mo looked at Zhang Ji and raised her eyebrows, "What's the noise in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid of violating military discipline? If you are like this, who is willing to talk to you? It's time to take away this recklessness."

"Humph!" Zhang Ji snorted coldly and said in depth, "How dare you educate me as a dead woman? But it's just a subjugated princess, how dare you make up here?" After saying that, he glanced at Fan Yun and shouted, "College scholar, I usually respect you as a college scholar. How can you have a private meeting with such a dead woman here in the middle of the night?"

Fan Yun's face stiffened and scolded, "General Zhang, you are presumptuous."

"Do you want to fart? Don't make these Wen Zou Zou for me. Are you afraid of being presumptuous in front of such a dead woman?" Zhang Ji's voice was raised by eight degrees again, as if he was not afraid.

Ru Mo glanced at Zhang Ji and shook his head. "Grandpa, it seems that no one can control you. Is that enough? It's enough to pause."

Zhang Ji was immediately stunned, looked at the "Zhaocheng Yingtian" in front of him like a wooden chicken, and shouted with a panic, "How can you say what our little princess said? How can you say what others have said?"

Fan Yun smiled and reminded softly, "This is the 'little princess' in your mouth. It's not Zhaocheng Yingtian. They used skin change."