Marry instead, favor the first princess

Chapter 382 If the King Wants the Concubine to Die, the Concubine Has to Die 37
She was resting with her eyes closed, but her eyes were not opened.

Even so, it is undoubtedly the outline of the bright moon.

Huangfu Yu gradually relaxed, and did not notice a trace of coldness in Huangfu's eleven eyes... Soon, Mo Shangchen reached out to cover the door of the room, and although the two were reluctant, they had no choice but to retreat. come out.

"Is she really okay? Then the blood of my heart..."

"Because she took the blood from her heart, she is so weak...it will take a long time to restore her body. During this period, this king does not allow anyone to disturb her."

Mo Shangchen interrupted Huangfu Yu's words, and there was a hint of warning in his voice.

Huangfuyu could see that Mo Shangchen took good care of Mingyue. Although he was reluctant on the surface, he agreed for the time being: "Jiangshan, I can give it up, but she absolutely can't... Mo Shangchen, you are the last You better not make her sad, or this king will take her away at all costs!"

After saying that, Huangfu Yu took another deep look towards the door, and left unwillingly.

Taking the blood of my heart, after all, it still failed to stop her from enduring the pain.

Fortunately, she survived after all.

Now she is too weak to talk about too many things.

After this period of time, he must pursue her again and keep her away from Mo Shangchen... Since Mo Shangchen is destined to be the emperor, Mingyue will definitely not accept it when the time comes.

Between Jiangshan and Mingyue, Mo Shangchen couldn't give up the former.

But he can.

Mingyue, wait for me.

The day Mo Shangchen ascends the throne must be the day when you are willing to follow me.

Huangfu Shishi did not leave, but followed Huangfu Yu with his eyes, and after he gradually walked away, he looked away... Unlike Huangfu Yu's enthusiasm, Huangfu Shishi was extraordinarily calm, as if he already knew something .

"Brother Seven, where is Xiaoyue?"

At the same time as he asked this sentence, Huangfu Shishi secretly stroked something in his hand.

It was a broken flute, and when she parted with Mingyue for the last time, she split her beloved flute into two halves... One half was kept for herself, and the other half was given to Mingyue as her last remembrance.

Mo Shangchen didn't say a word, he just took two steps forward and reached the first pear tree.

On the clearing stage, the guqin was left alone.

There is a lot of white snow piled up on it, and there are some pear petals mixed in... In the past, there would always be a woman sitting there, quietly playing the cheerful qin, and occasionally raised her head and said jokingly: "Ah Mo, listen, my qin The technique has improved again... This is all due to the contribution of your master."

Today, everything is different.

She's gone, taking everything with her.

Maybe, they all said she was dead, but only he knew in his heart...she wouldn't die, definitely wouldn't die, and those who were sent in the dark wouldn't miss a single thing.

She is gone, but there is a glimmer of hope.

Being rescued by that person can only be pinned on this reason.

"Brother Seven, the woman in the room has a face similar to Xiaoyue's, but I know it's not her... You can hide it from Brother Three, but you can't hide it from me. When Xiaoyue sleeps, she won't be so peaceful. Posture... She told me once that she would never learn elegance, she preferred to do whatever she wanted..."

As Huangfu Shishi spoke, a faint bitter smile appeared on his lips, as if recalling something from the past.

In the end, he looked straight at Mo Shangchen, his face was so pale that there was not even a hint of blood on his face: "Seventh brother, I have always respected you very much. Today, I just want a real answer. Xiaoyue, she... dies." It's... right..."

Mo Shangchen remained silent, but he did not deny Huangfu Shishi's words.

Huangfu Shishi clenched his fists tightly under his sleeves, barely restraining his impending emotional outburst... Looking up at Mo Shangchen who was standing there, he stepped forward with a stride, with a look on his face. anger.

"She's dead, isn't she? Seventh brother, how can you let her die?"

Finally, Huangfu Eleven roared loudly, his eyes filled with red.

Mo Shangchen remained silent until Huangfu hit him with eleven fists, he still kept his original posture and remained motionless... But when the fist fell, Mo Shangchen fell to the ground, the mask was slightly shattered, A little blood dripped from the corner of his lips.

The slight pain, compared to the heart, I don't know how many times lighter.

"Seventh brother, is this country so important? Why don't you go to her, why don't you go to her...I will take her away, but she refuses; Third brother goes to take her away, but she also refuses...I I know, she was waiting for you, she was waiting for you until she died... But what about you? Mo Shangchen, let me ask you, where were you at that time?"

As Huangfu Shishi said, he stepped forward and bent down, grabbing Mo Shangchen's collar with one hand... It was only a long while, but the fist did not come down. Seeing the same pain in his eyes, he couldn't help but sighed softly: "It's my fault... It's my fault... When the father asked her to meet her, I should have taken her away instead of letting you handle it... Seventh brother, I know, you won't be tempted by any woman , but I still think that you have the ability to protect Xiaoyue. She loves you so much, even if you can't love her the same, at least your heart will be touched a little..."

After a moment's pause, Huangfu Shishi staggered to his feet.

Taking two steps back, turning his back to Mo Shangchen, he said desolately: "It's me who thinks too highly of you, a person like you is just like the rumors, too cruel and indifferent... Xiaoyue's death is caused by me. It's my fault..."

After saying this sentence, Huangfu Shishi turned around and left the Chen Palace in a daze.

After he left, the door slowly opened.

Mo Lan saw Mo Shangchen lying in the snow at a glance, and his heart trembled... The next moment, he rushed forward again and helped him up, but Mo Shangchen stretched out his hand Whisk away.

"My lord, you have to take good care of your body... If the princess is still here, I definitely don't want to see you like this!"

Seeing that Mo Shangchen lost his original indifference and ignored the outside world, Moran unconsciously stepped forward to persuade him.

Mo Shangchen glanced at her slowly, and with just one glance, the sadness mixed in made Mo Lan suddenly at a loss for what to say... She even thought of various things, maybe Mingyue's death had something to do with her. Relationship.

She shouldn't, shouldn't have chosen that time, and let Mingyue pretend to have some misunderstandings.

If not, maybe Mingyue would go with her and not lose her life.

Thinking of this, Moran's face faded a little, and turned into a futile pale... But soon, he comforted himself carefully in his heart, it was not her fault, even without her, there would be a lot of trouble in the future. There are other women.

Mingyue's death was entirely caused by her stubbornness.

Thinking like this, the man in front of him moved a few steps and reached the house... At the same time, a woman walked out from there, her face was exactly the same as Mingyue's, but after seeing Mo Shangchen, He bent over and brushed the salute.

"Subordinates refer to the master."

The woman made a sound without being humble, and her identity was revealed instantly.

Mo Shangchen glanced at her, a flash of pain flashed in his heart, so he really didn't want to look away... After a long time, he said lightly: "You will live here these days, no matter who you are, You will refuse to see them all, and you must not be seen through your identity."

Yan Ran gave another salute, and responded.

Although I don't know where the princess has gone, it is an incomparably great honor to be able to stay in the Dust Prince's Mansion, and even to be by his side... Maybe, I can take this opportunity to cultivate a certain amount of affection. She has been looking forward to this moment for a long time. up.

It's just that this maid seems to be very dissatisfied with her.

Hearing Yanran's voice, a trace of bitterness flashed across Mo Shangchen's eyes.

Not her, not her, not her after all.

Even with a human skin mask covering the same face... But after just a brief glance, it is clear that it is definitely not her, his girl, who would never speak to him in such a tone.

Memories of the past flooded back.

Her laughter, her playfulness, her warmth, her sadness...everything about her emerged in the room, causing Mo Shangchen to take a step back, trembling unceasingly.

(End of this chapter)