The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 431

Except for the portraits of the family of three, the rest of the four walls in the secret room are full of portraits, but there is only a woman in it, laughing or making noise, sleeping or lying down.

Every portrait is so serious, and each stroke is drawn with the love of the whole body.

The secret room is not too big, but it has everything you need inside. Dressing table, bookcase, wardrobe, the whole secret room is completely decorated according to Long Xian, Di Jiuyang's mother's preferences. It is exactly the same as Long Xian's palace before his death, even Everything inside was used by women.

But now that the person is gone, Di Yuanmin can only rely on these things to recall the past and miss the lover in his heart.

As for the Twelve Princes' Mansion, Mo Qingcheng was sent over, and the people from the Twelve Princes' Mansion took over. Mo Qingcheng was sent to Di Jiuyang's bed by the guards. Di Jiuyang looked at the pale woman, and his whole body suddenly changed. They all became extremely dangerous, their voices were cold and murderous: "What's going on?"

The maid was so frightened that she knelt down and said respectfully: "I don't know, but someone from the prime minister's mansion sent it, and Miss Seven is just like that."

Mo Qingcheng opened his eyes, took a look at Di Jiuyang, stretched out his hand and gently tugged on Di Jiuyang's sleeve, there was no trace of sickness in his bright eyes, and there was even a hint of cunning.

Di Jiuyang frowned, and his body was actually scattered: "Okay, you all go down!"

After everyone left, Mo Qingcheng got up from the bed and looked at Di Jiuyang with a blank face: "Why was I sent to you in the middle of the night?"

Di Jiuyang looked at Mo Qingcheng full of energy, and couldn't help frowning: "What's the matter with your face?"

His face was pale without a trace of blood, his lips were so dry and cracked that his skin even bleeds bright red, and his body seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Mo Qingcheng glanced at himself, and shook his head indifferently: "Don't worry, it's okay, but I was locked up by Mo Chengguang for a week, without food or drink, so I developed a pill by myself After eating it, it's like not eating or drinking for seven days, otherwise, Mo Chengguang should suspect me."

Close the confinement!
Di Jiuyang's focus and Mo Qingcheng's focus are obviously different, Mo Chengguang actually dared to put Mo Qingcheng in confinement, well, Di Jiuyang remembered.

And Mo Qingcheng was looking at Di Jiuyang suspiciously at this moment, and really didn't understand why Mo Chengguang did this.

"You have married me now and become the Twelve Princesses."

Di Jiuyang briefly explained the matter, but Mo Qingcheng was dumbfounded. Seeing the prevalence of the plague, Di Jiuyang thought of such a way. From now on, Mo Qingcheng would completely belong to him. And no one can snatch a man out of his hand.

What's more, Di Jiuyang has the marriage documents in his hand, and even the emperor's, and even the imperial decree from the prime minister's mansion, all of which have already been taken.

Mo Qingcheng pursed her lips. In her previous life, she fucked him, so did this man feel so insecure?

When Di Jiuyang saw that Mo Qingcheng was silent, the smile on his face gradually receded. He designed everything and achieved his goal, but he never asked Mo Qingcheng's opinion. Now he is troubled by Mo Qingcheng's silence. Jiuyang was a little flustered, whether Mo Qingcheng would, never thought of marrying him at all.

Thinking about it, Di Jiuyang clenched his palms tightly in his sleeves, looked at Mo Qingcheng, and said slowly, "You don't want to?"

Mo Qingcheng raised his eyes, and threw himself directly into Di Jiuyang's arms: "I can't ask for it."

(End of this chapter)