Cold Prince, Love Tenderly

This time, Xia Yuchan's life is very comfortable, but she will think of Chu Mohan from time to time, and her mood is very low. Suqin looked at her silence, and could only sigh helplessly.

"Suqin, it's no way for her to go on like this. Shall we report to the palace master and take her back to Dongli? " I can't help worrying about painting.

"You'd better wait for the order of the palace master." Suqin shook her head, "she is now like this, in addition to the Chu Mo cold to her in front, I'm afraid nothing else works."

"Alas..." Zhihua couldn't help sighing, "it's really the words of love that hurt people. It's a good thing to think that the holy palace strictly forbids to protect the Dharma

After that, Zhihua left without seeing the complicated look on Suqin's face.

Besides, on the other side of Dongli palace, Xiao zhirou's popularity did not decline with time, but became more and more prosperous. Xuanyuan asked the sky, and now she has been spoiled to the point that can not be described. Just because she said that she wanted to play outside the palace, he built a palace outside the palace. Although many letters of persuasion didn't work, Xuanyuan specially warned the ministers that if anyone dared to refuse, he would just be his official. For a moment, no one in the court dared to speak again.

Xuanyuan Yichen and Xuanyuan Yiqing, two people who think about their princess every day, naturally have no mind to meddle in these "affairs", but the prince can't sit still. Now his mother is still forbidden. If he goes on like this, one day Rougui will give birth to princes, and those princes will not change their positions. No, it's better to find a way earlier.

"Your Highness, my uncle is here."

"Come on, please." Xuanyuanyi is in a state of joy.

"Yes, uncle." Xuanyuan Yijue always had great respect for his uncle, so although his status was higher than that of him, he still saluted him.

"Well." Uncle Murong night just light should a then to sit down on the main seat, has always been used to here at will.

"Why did uncle come back all of a sudden? I didn't tell you in advance

"If I don't come back, I'm afraid your queen's position will be lost." Murong Xiao's tone is very bad. For more than ten years, he has only been keen on seeking immortality, and does not often live in the capital. However, he is not such a person who has seen through the world. He is still in charge of the big and small affairs in Beijing, so no one has ever underestimated him.

"My nephew is ashamed that he can't save his mother." Xuanyuan Yijue's voice was a little low, and he was obviously depressed.

"Hum," Murong snorted coldly, "it's just a little dancer. She blows the pillow around the emperor with her beauty. Are you afraid of her?"

"I've thought about what my uncle said, but my father dotes on her so much that he has no chance to deal with her."

"Even if she is favored again, she is just a concubine who has no status background and no prince. You're a great prince. Are you afraid of her? " Murong Xiao has the feeling of hating iron but not steel.

"But she's young now. She'll have a baby soon. By then..."

"Don't you find that your father hasn't had any more children for many years?" Murong night sneers.

"Uncle means father, he..." Xuanyuan Yijue suddenly realized.

"Anyway, she can't be pregnant," murongxiao said, standing up. "You are the future emperor. If she is smarter, she naturally knows how to do what is most beneficial to her." With that, he left without looking back.

Xuanyuan Yijue ponders for a moment, then he has an idea in his heart.

Dongli is not peaceful, but Beimo is happy and worried because of an imperial edict.

"Prince, you want to marry... Princess Xiyue of the Western Chu?" Chu Xiyue couldn't believe her ears.

"Why do you doubt it when you hear it?" The night thousand trace looks at her with a smile, but also raises the imperial edict on the hand, "the imperial edict is here, if you just didn't hear the eunuch's words clearly, then see the imperial edict with your own eyes?"

Chu Xiyue pursed her mouth and didn't speak for a long time.

The night thousand trace looks at her that tangled small appearance to feel interesting, slowly approach her, "how to look very sad appearance, isn't..." the night thousand trace intentionally tone dun dun, then close to her ear said, "don't you like this king, so don't want this king to marry that princess?"

"How could it be?" Chu Xiyue felt the breath that he inadvertently blew on his face. He turned red and pushed him. He stepped back.

"Oh? Is that right? " The night thousand trace obviously is not so easy then want to let go of her, "that your face why can be so red?"

Looking at the banter on her face, Chu Xiyue felt that she couldn't hang up, but she said bravely, "I'm too hot."

"Is it?" The voice of night thousand trace is cadence, it is the appearance that does not believe apparently.

"Of course, or else?" Chu Xiyue said with a stiff head. She kept telling herself not to be attracted to the man in front of her. After all, it was too much for him to "see death but not save himself" that day

"Yes, it is." Night thousand trace rare no longer with her against, "just heard that Princess Xiyue is very beautiful, don't know and you compare which is better?" Looking at Chu Xiyue's face, it seems that he is really thinking about this problem.

"I... how do I know? I haven't met her." Chu Xiyue spoke unnaturally.

"Don't you really know?" Night thousand trace smile at her, the tone is meaningful.

Chu Xi month in the heart "clap Deng" once, he asks like this is to know own identity? But he had never seen her before. How could it be?

"It's true, of course." Chu Xiyue decided that she would rather die than admit it. Then she took the opportunity to escape here. She didn't want to contact this man again. Her intuition told her that this man was very dangerous.

"In that case, I will believe you for the time being." The night thousand trace says with a smile, knocked Chu Xiyue's head with fan handle again, then turn round to leave.

"Asshole." Chu Xiyue kneaded her head and looked at the back of the night thousand marks, muttering in a low voice.