Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 135

Today, the whole world celebrates the wedding of Emperor Ming Qihan of the Han Kingdom. His queen is the woman who once created a stirring legend, a daughter of a concubine who has been bullied.
Shang Mo laughed, this guy made such a big deal, isn't he afraid that if he loses the bet, the whole world will know about his embarrassing deeds.

"In case you lose the bet, everyone in the world will be our witnesses. It will be safer to see where you go." A playful laugh sounded, and there was a certain certainty in the laziness, as if piercing through Shang Mo. Just like the thoughts in my heart.

As soon as Shang Mo heard the voice, he immediately stood up angrily, and glared angrily at the handsome man leaning on the window frame: "Ming Qihan, what are you doing here at this time!"

The two parties are not allowed to meet before the wedding ceremony. Isn't this the rule that Nuan Yun and the others have been whispering in her ears for several days?

"Whoever breaks the rules, I will see my people as soon as I like them. How dare these bastards hide my queen!" Angry child, this appearance made Shang Mo laugh out loud, and gave the hippie-faced guy a shudder with vigor.

"I can't wait to see you, Xiao Mo." Seeing Shang Mo's smile, Ming Qihan raised the corners of his lips lazily, as if he was joking, but also serious, he spread his hands innocently, and finally returned A little dissatisfied and whispered: "Shouldn't women be gentle at this time..."

Shang Mo's fist to Ming Qihan was casually caught by him, and he was taken aback for a moment, the rippling smile at the corner of her mouth suddenly stopped, and then she raised her eyebrows as if nothing had happened, without showing any trace: " Where it is cool, stay there."

Ming Qihan narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a panoramic view of Shang Mo's instant emotional changes, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, his voice was also slightly lowered, and his smile continued: "This time you and I will bet You are the one who provoked me, and since everything has already started, you can’t stop it.”

Shang Mo's heart skipped a beat, why didn't she know before, Ming Qihan is very scary, he seems to be able to easily penetrate a person's thoughts, Shang Mo suddenly felt as if he was naked in front of others, embarrassing, she He obviously didn't think about anything, yet Ming Qihan felt guilty when he said that.

Seeing that Shang Mo didn't answer, he got up suddenly, and rubbed her head as if nothing had happened, but there was an inexplicable depth in the depths of his eyes: "Girl, no one in this world understands you better than me."

His back stiffened, and in a daze, the man had easily left the place he had come from. Shang Mo stared blankly at the empty space. The barely audible sigh just now seemed to be the same as the figure that disappeared without a trace. Never happened.

She has been in business for so many years, and she has never encountered anything she can't be sure of. She is used to it with confidence, as if being peeped into her thoughts in an instant, and Shang Mo's fingertips are trembling faintly. What is she afraid of...

In an ethereal realm, mist filled the air, the sky showed a deep blue, silent, as if in the next second, the morning light would completely shatter the tranquility in front of the people.

That handsome and slightly cold figure sat motionless for an unknown amount of time, and in a trance, one would think that it was just a sculpture that would never move again.

The wind is mixed with moist water vapor, the dew wets the front of the clothes, and the cold air hits. I don't know whether it is the wind of early winter or the trembling heart that is cold.

Meng Lingkuang's resolute and stern side face revealed a layer of extreme indifference and alienation, and those deep eyes that were so dark that it was difficult to peek into the bottom were faintly jumping up, which was a scorching flame growing in the ice, and the confinement of the ice made the flame There is no way to vent it, but the flame is so hot that it shocks people's hearts. I don't know when it will completely melt the ice, and then spurt out out of control.

His tightly pursed thin lips remained silent. Occasionally, the cold wind would blow his clothes and his knuckles turned white. What he was holding tightly in his hand was the second half of Wanshou Wujiang. It didn't take him any effort, it was almost delivered to the door by someone else, but why, he couldn't relax at all, now that Wanshou Wujiang is in his hands, he no longer has to sleep and eat because of Wanshou Wujiang's loss, as long as he is willing , now in this world, there is no one or anything that can restrain him.

But why, he felt that this time was also the time he paid the heaviest price. What he lost was a treasure, a unique treasure in this world, the most important treasure of Meng Lingkuang.

It would be dawn in a while, and he never thought that one day Mo'er would become someone else's wife, yes, he never thought that there would be another person in this world who was more suitable than him to stand on Mo'er's side. around.

The day Mo'er left the bamboo house, he knew what she was going to face next. He was selfishly unwilling to let himself control the ending, and he pushed everything to Mo'er. Such a result was not something he could do. What is in control is not the choice he made, so can he feel at ease, have no regrets, and have a clear conscience?He just followed the trend of fate, he didn't avoid it, and he never stopped it.

"Master." The woman in Tsing Yi came quietly and stopped beside him.

Slowly closing the complexities in his eyes, Meng Lingkuang's voice was still indifferent and calm: "Fenghua, it's almost dawn."

It's almost dawn...

For Meng Lingkuang's seemingly random words, Zhao Fenghua was slightly taken aback, and then smiled, peerlessly elegant: "Master, now you are an unrivaled king in the world, this is the wish of the suzerain, you are not happy ?"

"Mother's wish..." Meng Lingkuang seemed unaware of the questioning and bitterness in his tone when he repeated these words, and slightly raised the corners of his lips. At this moment, he was extremely evil: "Yes, mother Dear wish."

"But that's not your wish, master." Zhao Fenghua was surprised for a long time after saying this, and after a long time, she smiled generously as if relieved from a heavy burden, and her tone became extremely firm: "Master, we were wrong , I have never realized that you, master, are not happy. The master has passed away, and if the master is still alive, she will definitely hope that the master will do what you really want to do."

The sky gradually turned white, and the wind became more and more violent.

"If that bad-hearted ghost girl is here, it doesn't seem bad if someone quarrels with me every day." Ruthless came at some time, he whistled lazily, seemingly unintentionally, but the corner of his eye But he was secretly observing Meng Lingkuang's reaction.

(End of this chapter)