Gold Medal Diao Concubine of the Stupid King

After Mo Feihua left, only Yun Qianran and Ye Suifeng were on the table.Ye Suifeng sat beside the woman, grabbed her hand, and wrote in her uninjured hand: I told you, I want you to stay away from this person.

I remember I didn't promise you, did I?Yun Qianran wrote on his hand in the same way.

Ye Suifeng heard the words and fell silent.

Seeing that he stopped writing, Yun Qianran asked directly, "Does your hand still hurt?"

When Ye Suifeng heard the words, a light flashed across Danfeng's eyes, he raised his head, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Do you love me?"

"I was just wondering why you didn't die." Yun Qianran gave him a blank look, but she felt relieved seeing that he was fine.Although the relationship with this person is only in name, but he is for her own good, so she should naturally care about him.Otherwise, wouldn't it be owed to him?

"By the way, why is your surname Ye?" Yun Qianran looked at Ye Wang, and suddenly thought of his name.

"You don't think I'm lying to you?" Ye Wang didn't expect Yun Qianran to ask such a question, and was a little surprised.

"If you lie to me about your name, then you'll be bored." Yun Qianran sneered.

When Ye Suifeng heard the words, he sneered, "Indeed. The one surnamed Ye is my concubine mother." The man's answer was almost the same as Yun Qianran's guess. Although he was curious about what happened, Yun Chiran didn't ask.

The things people don't want to talk about are personal secrets. It's too impolite to pry into other people's secrets.

"Hey, Aran."

"Don't call me that." Yun Qianran looked disgusted.

"After we go back, let's have a baby."

The man's tone was very light, as if he hadn't said anything. Of course, Yun Qianran hoped that he really hadn't said anything.

When we go back we have a baby... have a baby!These words kept revolving in Yun Qianran's mind, and Yun Qianran's complexion became worse and worse.Looking at the man, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Go live by yourself!"

When the wedding banquet ended, it was already night.Yun Qianran and Ye Suifeng did not stay at Yun's house overnight, but chose to return directly to the palace.

Night falls.

On the street, the pedestrians who occasionally pass by are also in a hurry, as if they are in a hurry to go home.

The silver light from the moon shone coldly on all walks of life.

And at this moment, in the most mysterious Mohist compound in the capital.The man in purple leaned against a tree.On the tree, the silver flowers are full, like a dream.

Mo Feihua lowered his head, looked at the ground, and thought of the girl's nimble meow during the day, with a faint smile on her picturesque face: "It's really interesting, but unfortunately, it doesn't belong to me." .”

"My lord, did you call me?" Not far away, a woman with a sword in a white gauze ran over and asked respectfully.

Hearing this, the man frowned, and after thinking about it, he said: "Hey, Peiyun, if I want to marry a married woman, what should I do?"

"My lord has a woman he likes?" The woman named Pei Yun asked in surprise.

"Probably." Mo Feihua smiled slightly.

"If you marry someone, as long as the woman's husband dies, you can remarry, right?" Pei Yun said solemnly.When Mo Feihua heard the words, his phoenix eyes flashed, and he murmured, "Dead? Ha! This is a good idea."

"My lord, you are called a slave just because of this?" Pei Yun was a little annoyed.

"No, I hope you can help me get a kind of flower." After the man finished speaking, he took out a picture from his sleeve.The woman looked at the picture, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes: "This is?"

"This is the flower I saw when I was traveling, and I want to present it to the woman I like on my birthday." The man's tone was very light, as if he was talking about something that was not his, without any shyness.

Hearing this, Peiyun's eyes were a little complicated, he took the painting and said, "Peiyun will definitely fulfill his mission."

Under the night, the man's smile, coupled with the silver flowers behind him, does not look real.