Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

Gardenia came in and saw Meng Xiaoxiao wake up. Her eyes suddenly turned red: "Miss, you woke up. You disappeared that day. I was so scared that I had to go to the master. The master and his wife were also worried. They sent people to look for you everywhere, but they couldn't find you. Fortunately, you're all right. Fortunately, you're all right..."

"Gardenia..." Meng Xiaoxiao murmured to her, but couldn't say a word.

If there is no bad news about Xiaolan, she should be very excited to see zhier now. She should be chirping and have endless topics.

But at this time, her whole heart, the whole person, fell into the deepest and most painful regret and guilt, and had no desire to talk to anyone at all.

"Don't be too sad, miss..." Gardenia had heard Xiao Fei say the whole thing. She didn't know how to comfort Meng Xiaoxiao? Tears also fell.

"Gardenia, go to the kitchen and bring the tonic to the princess." Xiao Moxuan ordered.

Gardenia agreed, wiped her tears and went out. After a while, he came in with two bowls of fragrant things, a bowl of pigeon soup and a bowl of bird's nest porridge.

Xiao Moxuan took the bowl and fed Meng Xiaoxiao porridge and soup one by one. Meng Xiaoxiao didn't say a word, but he was obedient and obediently ate up both bowls.

She is too weak these days. She is overwhelmed by the double blow of body and spirit. Indeed, we should take good care of it.

In this way, she can be energetic tomorrow... Go to see Xiaolan, so that Xiaolan can be in heaven and not worry too much about her

The next day, it seemed to mourn Xiao Molan's early death. The sky became overcast, and water droplets floated like rain and fog.

Although it was spring weather, the wind was particularly cold. It blew from all directions and hit Meng Xiaoxiao's face and body, making her feel as if she had returned to the bitter cold winter.

Meng Xiaoxiao and Xiao Moxuan came to Xiao Molan's Mausoleum with tears and heartbreak step by step.

In the magnificent Royal Cemetery, acacia trees swayed and sighed helplessly in the wind.

Xiao Molan's brand-new mausoleum is particularly eye-catching and lonely.

The strong and favorable characters on the tombstone: the tomb of Xiao Molan, the Third Prince of Yu state. Like the sharpest dagger, she stabbed Meng Xiaoxiao's heart with a knife. In an instant, she was bleeding, making her even feel pain in breathing.

The past is vivid and unforgettable, like a tide.

At this moment, the scenes of meeting Xiao Molan are like the clearest movie clips, which are played back in Meng Xiaoxiao's mind.

She seemed to be able to see that she met Xiao Molan for the first time by the cold pool in the imperial garden.

The handsome young man, like a dragon out of the water, stared at her in shame and embarrassment: "who are you? How dare you be so bold to peek at people swimming?"

It seemed that she could still see that in that scorching summer, Xiao Molan commanded the bodyguard to send her the Big Mac ice, smiled shyly at her and said, "I know you're afraid of heat."

His love for her is so deep. His kindness to her is so subtle and everywhere.

Xiao Molan, the kindest and most infatuated sunshine boy, explained the deepest love in his heart to Meng Xiaoxiao with his 18-year-old young life.

But she doesn't know anything and can't repay him

Meng Xiaoxiao fell down in front of Xiao Molan's Mausoleum and stroked the cold name on the tombstone with his fingers again and again. He burst into tears: "Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan, I'm coming. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Moxuan stood behind Meng Xiaoxiao and burst into tears. The heart has been numb with pain, as if it had no consciousness

I always think that I am the most powerful person, omniscient and omnipotent, enough to be proud of the world.

But at that moment, I watched my closest brother disappear from my face, and I couldn't keep him anymore. Only then did he deeply realize how small human power is in the face of the changes of world affairs, the impermanence of life and human power.

The so-called power, wealth, fame and wealth are really passing by. What is more important than the safety and happiness of relatives?

They just knew that they were brothers, and Mo LAN left them forever in such a tragic way.

Moreover, Mo LAN is to protect his favorite Xiaoxiao. If not, now lying in this cold cemetery is his Xiaoxiao

His brother used his life to keep Xiaoxiao for him and make him happy. In the future, he and Xiaoxiao must cherish and cherish

Meng Xiaoxiao was still crying and talking while crying. He murmured a lot of words to Xiao Molan. It seemed that he could never finish talking. Her voice was hoarse and her legs were numb.

Xiao Moxuan gently pulled her up and hugged her painfully: "Xiaoxiao, don't cry, don't cry, Molan likes to see you happy."

"Xuanxuan, can Xiaolan really see us?" Meng Xiaoxiao cried.

"Yes, he can see it. Therefore, we must live happily, so that Mo LAN can be at ease in the sky." Xiao Mo Xuan replied to her with tears in his eyes.

"Xuan......" Meng Xiaoxiao hugged Xiao Moxuan and burst into tears again.

When they left the mausoleum, they accidentally met Xiao Motian.

Xiao Motian came alone. His face was also gray and gloomy. He didn't even bring his attendants. Three people stopped face to face, and none of them spoke.

Meng Xiaoxiao stared at Xiao Motian for a long time. His eyes were full of hatred and anger that was difficult to remove.

Yes, if it weren't for him, Xiao Lan wouldn't die!

If he had no desire for profit and caught himself, if he had not left Xiao Molan dazed that night, none of these would have happened. Xiao Lan would not die!

She clenched her teeth heavily and really wanted Xiao Moxuan to break the shameless villain into pieces.

However, Xiao Lan said before he died that he hoped their brothers would love each other and never fight again. She wants to listen to Xiaolan's words. She can't make Xiaolan sad in the sky

Xiao Moxuan's mood was the same as Meng Xiaoxiao's. The waves fluctuated and could not be calmed for a long time.

He stared at Xiao Motian coldly, his fist clenched more and more tightly, and his knuckles were terrible white. Finally, he was powerless to release, but just hugged Meng Xiaoxiao and walked indifferently from Xiao Motian.

As if they were strangers.

Watching Xiao Moxuan and Meng Xiaoxiao embrace and leave, Xiao Motian shows a bitter smile of self mockery.

I don't know what I got with all my efforts and unscrupulous means? The Dragon God Er Bao still didn't get it. Instead, he lost his close brother.