Concubine's elegance is peerless

Chapter 147
Rong Xueyi felt that the misunderstanding this time was too big!

Just as she was about to stop her, the wooden stick in Rong Feiyang's hand had already hit Mo Yan hard on the back. He used too much force and the wooden stick broke in two.

She turned her head and saw that Mo Yan's face was as black as the sky before the storm. In a hurry, she broke free from Mo Yan's arms to protect Rong Feiyang and said, "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!"

Mo Yan turned around slowly, his eyes were full of danger, he had a noble status, no one dared to touch a hair on him, let alone being treated as a disciple and beating him with a stick.

Rong Feiyang was also flushed with anger at this time. Last time when Mo Yan asked Rong Xueyi to serve him, he felt guilty in his heart, but he was powerless to stop him. Seeing Mo Yan come to Tingxue Pavilion to bully Rong Xueyi again tonight, How could he bear it any longer?

Rong Xue's clothes have big hair, and she knows that Mo Yan can kill both of them with just one word!
Mo Yan snorted coldly, turned his head and left without looking at the siblings.

Rong Xueyi let out a long breath of relief, Rong Feiyang's eyes were already red: "Sister, if King Xin's care is in exchange for your life's happiness, I would rather not have it!"

Rong Xueyi felt that this misunderstanding seemed a bit big, she looked at Rong Feiyang and said: "It's not what you think, the relationship between me and the prince is innocent, you are still young, there are some things I can't explain to you, you Stay here and don't go anywhere, I will go back!"

After she finished speaking, she ran downstairs. Mo Yan had already left Rongfu with an oil-paper umbrella. She caught up with him on the long street outside Rongfu. He turned his head slightly, and she was out of breath. Lower your breath: "My lord, I apologize to you on behalf of Feiyang."

"Apologize?" Mo Yan said coldly, "What are you apologizing for?"

"He shouldn't have hit you just now." Rong Xueyi coughed lightly.

Mo Yan sneered: "I didn't hug you just now? Or didn't I press you? He saw that he thought I was bullying you, and his reaction was normal."

Rong Xueyi didn't expect him to say that, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything, turned his head and left, and then his cold voice came from the wind: "If you really feel sorry, you can accompany me back to the palace Bar!"

Rong Xueyi couldn't guess what he was thinking at this moment, so she had to follow him.

The autumn rain was icy cold, and it was not lightly falling at this time. Mo Yan's pace slowed down a bit until she reached his umbrella before walking slowly. She immediately understood that he was going to hold an umbrella for her.

The long and quiet street stretches into the distance, with lanterns lit in front of the houses on both sides, the dim yellow light reflects on the bluestone slab path, and it emits a cool light with the rain.

What Mo Yan was supporting was a cyan umbrella, but a red plum was painted on it. The bright red color was washed by the rain into an extremely bright color under the light.

Rong Xueyi felt a little strange walking beside him, he had the noble aura unique to those in high positions, the domineering aura that had been cultivated due to being in a high position for a long time dissipated at this moment, and the purple clothes were blown by the wind as if they were light and melancholy.

At this moment, the anger on his body has dissipated, revealing an indescribable elegance, his slender knuckles, holding an oiled paper umbrella is actually a unique sight.

When Rong Xueyi thought about what happened tonight, she always felt a little weird, but she couldn't tell what was weird for a while.

At this time, she and he were holding an umbrella and walking side by side in the night. This should have been an extremely warm and romantic scene, something couples should do. Now it happened to the two of them, and she thought it was more terrifying What a horror.

(End of this chapter)