After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 191 Ling Jingyu's Hand

Ling Jingyu's hand paused for a moment, then looked up at Mo Yunzhao, "What?"

Mo Yunzhao's eyes fell on his hands wearing ice cicada silk gloves, "The wine is full."

The wine overflowed from the white jade cup and remained on the table.

The faint aroma of wine was caught in the air and drifted away with the night wind.

Ling Jingyu put down the jug calmly, took the tablecloth beside him, and wiped it away.

"Why did Your Highness take down that painting?" Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes and looked directly at him and asked.

The transparent blood pupils are very beautiful at this moment.

It is more beautiful than the bright moon in the sky.

Ling Jingyu raised his peach blossom eyes, and looked at her with a smile, "Why did Ah Zhao draw such a picture?"

He stared into her eyes, "Who is the man in the painting, and what kind of mood does Ah Zhao have in drawing him?"

Mo Yunzhao lowered his eyes, watching the wine rippling along with the boat.

"I don't know, I'm waiting for him."

Ling Jingyu's heart suddenly suffocated, with pain, but also joy.

Mo Yunzhao looked up at Ling Jingyu, "Then why does Your Highness want to keep the paintings?"

Ling Jingyu picked up the white jade cup and tasted the aroma of the wine lightly, "I want everything from Ah Zhao."

Mo Yunzhao twitched the corner of his mouth, really unable to talk.

He's only serious for a while.

"Your Highness, can I make another request?"

Ling Jingyu shook the wine glass lightly, then moved closer, smelling the aroma of the wine with lowered eyes, but looking at Mo Yunzhao through the slits of his eyes.

"As long as it doesn't abandon you, you can mention it as you like."

Mo Yunzhao stared at his hands, "Then His Highness, please take off the icicle silk gloves."

Ling Jingyu paused, then raised his head to look at her.

His eyes were dark, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.

She raised her chin slightly, "Your Highness refuses?"

Ling Jingyu quickly put down his wine glass, "Ah Zhao doesn't dislike a pair of sick hands, so let's see."

Mo Yunzhao sat down, and then stared at Ling Jingyu.

Ling Jingyu's right fingertips were pulling the fingertips of his left hand's ice glove, trying to take it off, but he looked up at Mo Yunzhao.

"Master said, whoever is the first to look at Ben Gong's hands will marry Ben Gong..."

He paused, raised his eyebrows, "Azhao, do you really want to see it?"

Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes, "If Your Highness can capture the heart of the city lord, the city lord will force you to marry me, and I will definitely force you to marry the city lord."

Ling Jingyu tilted his head and thought for a while. Mo Yunzhao led a million-strong army to the East Palace, forcing him to marry her.

He smiled: "OK."

He readily pinched the end of the glove, and then pulled it off.

He took off the ice cicada glove on his right hand repeatedly.

Without the shackles of the ice-chan silk gloves, he also stretched out his hands generously.

"Azhao enjoys appreciating Bengong's hand."

Mo Yunzhao stared at his hands. His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints like bamboo joints, but they were morbidly whiter than ordinary people.

And his ten fingertips were covered with a thin layer of ice, like fingertips made of ice.

"your hands……"

Seeing her reaching out her hand, Ling Jingyu hurriedly avoided, "It's okay."

Looking at the empty hand in front of him, Mo Yunzhao frowned beautifully.

She raised her eyes and stared at him, saying that she was confident and dissatisfied: "I haven't seen enough."

"If Ah Zhao continues, then he will really marry."

Ling Jingyu hid his hands in his sleeves, imitating her words, "I will force you to marry me, even if I force you to marry me."

"At first sight, what you did was different from forced marriage?"

Mo Yunzhao raised his jaw, looked straight at him with bloody eyes, and ordered: "Now, immediately, stretch out your claws."

(End of this chapter)