Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

The palace man couldn't stop Mo Yihan at all. The man strode towards her, but his face was cold and calm.

Feng Xiaoye looked up at him quietly, his look unchanged.

"Ono, let's go. I'll pick you up." What he said was too strong to give her a chance to refute.

Feng Xiaoye picked up the white son and said, "don't go!"

"Why?" He remembered her favorite puppet show.

"I don't want to go, just don't want to go. What qualifications do you have to ask me why?" She glanced at him faintly, already very cold.

She didn't understand why he wanted to pester her. She already had a fiancee, so why bother her again.

Feng Ono's attitude seemed to annoy him.

He stepped forward and suddenly approached her.

The tall figure shrouded her and bound her in the shadow.

"You are presumptuous!" Her face changed slightly and her heart beat rapidly.

"Ono, are you avoiding me?" How could he not see it? He just didn't understand.

When he was a child, he had been pestering his little girl. Now when he came back, he refused to admit his identity, and then kept avoiding him. Such a move undoubtedly made him angry.

Fengxiaoye met his sight, stared at the dark awn surging up at the bottom of his eyes, glanced quietly and said, "you think too much, what am I doing from you?"

"Since you're not hiding from me, you can go to the puppet show with me."

"I won't go! I said I won't go! What's more, you don't need me to accompany you!"

"If you don't accompany me, I don't mind carrying you!"

Feng Xiaoye's eyebrows jumped, stared at him, frowned, and looked at the man who was already in emotional collapse. She knew he could do such a thing.

"You... You dare!"

"How dare I?" He raised his eyebrows and picked her up.

"Mo Yihan, you madman, let me go!"

She didn't expect the man to be so savage.

What's more, it's still in the palace, on her territory.

The silver needle in her sleeve was about to pierce his back. Her wrist tightened suddenly and he caught her.

"Ono!"

The fierce resistance of Feng Xiaoye makes Mo Yihan angry more and more.

The more she hated and avoided, the more he wanted to imprison her.

Feng Xiaoye said in a deep voice: "do you want to commit the following crimes? This is my princess's bedroom. You just break in without permission. How dare you..."

The word "do it" was interrupted by him before he could say it.

"I'm in charge!"

Wind Ono was shocked by his words, and then his voice became more gloomy: "what responsibility do you take? What responsibility can you take?"

What the hell is in charge!

Is this man the son of someone else's fiance?

"If the princess can't get married because of my behavior today, I can be responsible!"

Feng Xiaoye was so embarrassed by his words that he was neither angry nor smiling. He really couldn't communicate with him in language.

The palace people are all here. Everyone has heard Mo Yihan's words.

Although they have something to say in their hearts, they dare not speak rashly in front of the princess.

"General Mo, if you don't go again, I'll let someone drive you away."

"Ono, why not go to the puppet show?" His tone also softened a little, with a trace of helplessness that he didn't even notice.

Feng Xiaoye shook his head: "it's not that he doesn't want to see it, but... He doesn't want to see it with you."

She doesn't want to annoy people for no reason.

The man she wants must be like her father, a double all her life, and spoil a woman only. Look at Mo Yihan's cousin. Under the pressure of Mo Yihan's parents, he can't resist his parents' orders. Even if he resists, the cousin must give her a title.

She doesn't want to enter his back house and fight with his women

She is no longer a naive five-year-old girl. She is a person who has experienced life and death. She still has an artificial heart in her body and has been in the modern world. She fully accepts modern ideas and marriage concepts, and is even more unacceptable to such three wives and four concubines in ancient times.

Mo Yi was cold and his face was stagnant. He sighed and retreated slightly.

"Just don't want to go with me?" He asked again.

Feng Xiaoye bit his lower lip and nodded.

They can't be as young as they were, because they can't go back to childhood anymore.

Ink is easy to be cold. Brush your sleeve and turn around and go.

If he stays any longer, he may not be able to control himself to do something more excessive.

When I reached the gate of the palace, I just bumped into Feng Xiaomo.

"Easy to cold?" The wind called him.

"Your Highness." Mo Yihan looked pale and saluted, "I'll go back to the house first."

After talking, he took a big step and didn't mean to talk to Feng Xiaomo any more.

Feng Xiaomo's eyes follow the back of the tall man, with deep eyes. He came here because he had just heard that general Mo broke into the princess's bedroom without permission. He hurried here.

Who knows

What happened?

He walked into the hospital, "second sister."

"Brother." Wind Ono came back, got up and came, "Why are you here?"

"Go to the puppet show?" Feng Xiaomo suddenly proposed.

He remembered two things that Feng Xiaoye liked most when he was a child - sugar gourd and watching puppet play.

Now the girl is still the girl, but her heart has changed too much because of heart surgery. Mo Yihan's elm head doesn't care to pursue his sister.

Feng Xiaoye's pupils lit up at first, but soon dimmed down. He shook his head gently and said, "no, I'm tired. I want to rest."

"Hey?" Feng Xiaomo caught up with her, "Ono, why did you treat brother Yi Han so much? I remember you liked him very much when you were a child..."

"When I was a child, people looked forward." Feng Xiaoye interrupted him, "don't talk about me. You'd better worry about yourself."

Feng Xiaomo wants to say what he has to worry about?

Although he is now 15 years old, his father and mother have not yet forced him to choose a crown princess.

Anyway, let it be.

Marriage, marriage, is because of fate, he will quietly wait for fate to come.

When Feng Xiaomo was thinking about his own affairs, his sister had entered the bedroom to rest, the Palace door was closed, and no one paid attention to him anymore. He was quite helpless to scratch the tip of his nose with his fingers, and turned a huge white eye into the sky.

……

The streets of the imperial capital are particularly lively because of puppet plays.

Fengxiaomo's carriage stopped in front of a restaurant.

"Your Highness, it is said that general Mo drinks here." Qi Xiao reported and glanced strangely to the second floor.

Following the subordinates' eyes, Feng Xiaomo saw the man sitting by the window, his side face reflected in the dim candlelight, more and more profound.

"Cut." Feng Xiaomo glanced, "this boy's emotional things are really not bold at all."

Qi Xiao touched the cold sweat on his forehead and wondered how bold this emotional thing was? Your highness is standing and talking without backache.

Feng Xiaomo walked upstairs and sat down directly opposite Mo Yihan.

The man opposite looked pale. His eyes were always staring at the wine lamp in his hand, with a strange dark light flashing in his eyes.

"I said to you, what the hell are you drinking here?"

Mo Yihan, who has long been used to the way Feng Xiaomo talks, raises his eyes to see him.

"My sister doesn't accept you. You have to think about why she won't accept you." Feng Xiaomo held his arm and leaned back.

Mo Yihan turned his head to look at the lively night outside, and his eyes were faint.

"Mo Yihan, did you listen to me?" Feng Xiaomo slapped on the table and asked discontentedly.

He is such a sad prince.

We should not only worry about national affairs, but also worry about the emotional affairs of our friends and sisters. We are so busy that we have a headache!

Mo Yihan suddenly said, "I ask you, why doesn't she accept me?"

I was really caught off guard.

"How do I know? Ask her!" Feng Xiaomo was almost angry with this man, and his hair almost stood up.

If conditions permit, he really wants to kick Mo Yihan downstairs from this place and let the boy wake up! This wonderful question, thanks to his exit?

He is not a worm in his sister's stomach. How can he know her mind?

Ink is easy to be cold and droop your eyes.

"But now that you've asked here, I'm just asking you. You haven't seen each other for a long time. Do you really like her? Or do you like Ono when you were five years old? Or just because you have an obsession in your heart and have no feelings at all?"

There is no love at all. He just wants to marry Feng Ono?

I have to say that the words of Feng Xiaomo touched Mo Yihan's heart slightly.

His feelings for Feng Xiaoye are not very profound. He just feels that this girl is special to him. She has been special since she was five years old, and until now. Because of his special, he didn't want other men to spoil the girl he had always cherished and cared for, so he wanted to marry her.

I didn't have such a special idea when I was a child, but now... It's different.

The idea is too strong.

Feng Xiaomo's face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He drew a little imperceptibly from the corner of his mouth, stepped back and opened a little distance with him, "I'm not interested in your highness."

The wind Xiao Mo gently cut a voice: "what kind of reserve do you pretend to be, can't you answer?"

"I just want to marry her."

"If you don't like my sister, what do you do with her? It's not impossible to want me to help you, but the problem is your sincerity!"

The sincerity to marry a girl is necessary.

Feng Xiaomo's words reminded Mo Yihan.

"I see what you mean." He got up and left at once.

"Ah, hello?" Feng Xiaomo called him behind, but he didn't call the guy's footsteps for several times.

Feng Xiaomo helplessly helped his forehead. He really admired this guy. Even if he was sullen, he was always unpredictable.

To be fair, from the perspective of brother and sister, he thinks Mo Yihan is really a good choice to be his brother-in-law.

But from the perspective of worry, what if Mo Yihan is bad for Feng Ono? My sister doesn't accept him. What if it's not because he has a fiancee? In short, his brother caught in the middle is also quite difficult to do.

The subordinate interrupted his thought: "Your Highness, your majesty and your mother seem to have sent a letter back, but you..."