Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 142
Ximo turned her gaze to her calf, "My leg, ah, my leg..."

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly, don't scare me."

Scaring him, it's true that soldiers never tire of deceit. When I was secretly laughing, I didn't know when the snow I held in my hand sprinkled all over Yan Mo's neckline, "Ah..." This time, it was Yan Mo's turn to call, His neckline is full of snow, it is cold, it must be very cold.

Seeing Yan Mo shaking the snow in the collar of his clothes, Xi Mo got up in a jerk, and ran far away in two or three strokes, and looked at Yan Mo with a big laugh, "Ah Mo, isn't it cool?"

It was indeed very cool, too cool, "Lan Ximo, I'll give it back to you." Yan Mo also scooped up a handful of snow, and chased after Ximo as if flying. Afterwards, they chased after each other, just like two naughty children.

Xi Yao never came.

A handful of snow fell on Ximo's body, and she didn't care to shake it off. She also took a handful of snow in return to Yan Mo, as if neither of them wanted to suffer. After going back and forth, the two of them were already covered in snow. It seems that there is only excitement left in the white flowers.

Ximo couldn't run anymore, but just now, Yan Mo was caught in the snow she threw out, and now he was chasing her like a leopard. Seeing that the snow in his hand was about to fall towards her, Xi Mo Mo Mo really couldn't run anymore, so she raised her hand, "Ah Mo, please forgive me, Ah Mo, I will never make you snow again." Lying on the ground exhausted, she let him deal with her.

The snow, like scattered flowers, fell one after another, like a rain of petals, with a bit of longing from childhood.

He handed her his hand, "Don't lie down for a long time, get up, otherwise, it will be bad for your body." In an instant, he returned to his serious look, and he no longer had the smile just now.

I had no choice but to hold his hand and stand up, and he began to seriously dust off the snow on her body. When it was a little bit clean, Xiyao still didn't come, as if deliberately creating such a chance for them to be alone .

"Ximo, tell me, are you a gift from her?" He suddenly asked her on the snow.

"Wan'er?" The smile disappeared, and the two of them were pulled back to reality from the joy just now.

"It's Tuo Rui, isn't it?" His hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, causing her some pain.

"Is this important? Ah Mo, why do you say that I am a gift from her?" Looking at him fixedly, she ignored the pain from her wrist, she wanted to know why?
"Let's go, I'll take you to a place." He said, pulling her away with an angry expression, which made people feel a little frightened.

I don't know where it is, but Ximo can't do anything except let Yan Mo take her away.

His strength is so great.

The cold wind was blowing, she thought that he was just taking her to a certain corner of the Lan Mansion, but she didn't expect him to take her out of the gate of the Lan Mansion with strides.

On the road, there are bustling crowds. In broad daylight, Qicheng is really lively, and it doesn't change at all because of the cold weather.

The children are still happily laughing on the road, playing snowball fights or spinning tops, they love the snow the most.

She also loves snow, clean and pure, but now, besides this pure beauty, what Yan Mo might want to tell her is cruelty.

Moreover, it must be related to himself and Feng Wan'er.

His anger is still there, and if it keeps like this, she thinks he will tell her the truth.

Being dragged by her for a long, long way, people along the way couldn't stop looking at her and pointing at him. Two people, one is impeccably handsome, the other is stunningly beautiful, but they were originally a very suitable pair. The appearance of walking on the street is a bit strange, one is in front and the other is behind, and the one in front is holding the arm behind, ruthlessly not letting go.

The two people really became the focus of people's sight on the street.

However, Yan Mo ignored everyone's eyes, he walked quickly with Xi Mo, causing her to stagger and almost slip several times, but he still insisted on following Yan Mo closely.

Feng Wan'er, she is finally going to know everything about her.

Can Xue, drifting down with the wind, the noise on the road is getting farther and farther away from her, she can't see or hear anything, only Yan Mo's tall back in her eyes, but it's so tall, What she can't look up to is only humbleness.

In a trance, my heart moved.

Something seemed to cross my mind.

But it was only for a moment, and she couldn't catch it at all, and it just passed by.

What is it?
what exactly is it?
She couldn't even remember Feng Wan'er in her memory, but she clearly knew that there must be inextricable connections between herself and Feng Wan'er.

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Today, the water in the Qijiang River has long since frozen, and in the endless whiteness, there is nothing but whiteness in the dazzling eyes.

The two walked to the bridge, and when they got to the middle of the bridge, Yan Mo suddenly stopped, standing in front of the bridge railing, Yan Mo said: "Lan Ximo, she died in this river."

His voice was suddenly very soft, as if it came from outside the sky.

Her heart froze, Feng Wan'er was drowning in this perched river, looking at the frozen river, she felt indescribably sad, such a young life, but, why didn't she remember anything about it? What about Feng Wan'er's memory?

She doesn't know, doesn't know anything.

"Is it because of me?" She took his words and asked in a low voice, but her heart was full of anxiety, so flustered and confused.

Obviously she wanted to know, but the moment she really wanted to know, she became afraid.

Very scared very scared.

Yan Mo nodded slowly, his gaze was still on the Qijiang River, she didn't know what he was thinking at this moment, but she knew that his heart must be in a mess, just like hers.

His beloved woman drowned in this river, so just thinking about him will definitely cause pain.

If it was really because of her, then he would have a reason to hate her.

"It's you, and it's not you." He whispered again, his voice still as ethereal as smoke.

Ximo paused, not knowing how to ask him next, his words made her think about it, it seemed that there might be everything.

"Ximo, do you know? You are actually the happiest woman in the world." Just when Ximo didn't know how to answer Yan Mo, Yan Mo suddenly continued.

Is she happy?

But she is not happy now.

When she met him, she didn't feel happy at all.

Shaking her head, "Ah Mo, I'm not happy." She lost Mu Lianfeng, she lost everything that was most precious to her, and her life had already been distorted and distorted by the man in front of her, and she could never return to the way it was before. up.

"Actually, he loves you, very much."

Yan Mo's words made Ximo immediately look up, looking at his black pupils that were misty to the river, "Is it Afeng?"

"Well, it's him, I have to admit, he loves you, it's just..."

"Just what?" He was only halfway through, making her want to know what he was going to say next.

"He's a little selfish. Selfish, he doesn't care about other people's feelings, and even wants to dominate you, but he really doesn't have the ability, Ximo, because he loves me too much, so he doesn't allow you to give birth to my child. Now , I'm not afraid to tell you, and I'm not afraid that you won't believe me, I just want to say it." Almost roaring, Yan Mo's expression was a little shocked, obviously, while saying these words, his memory was also Fan Fei, he remembered something that he didn't want to remember, but he couldn't get rid of the memories that were tightly entangled with him.

Perhaps, his words are true, but these words are somewhat cruel. Is Mu Lianfeng really that kind of person?

She had known Mu Lianfeng for so many years, why didn't she know what kind of person Mu Lianfeng was?

"Ximo, in fact, the one who ruined me was him, and also Wan'er, Ximo, do you know? I've been living in my own illusory world, and I told myself that everything was fake, and everything I saw was fake. It's not true, but now that I think about it, I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to myself, she died, she really died because of you."

Said frantically, but Ximo was not shocked, she had already guessed it, but why she didn't remember anything, "Ah Mo, tell me, why I don't remember everything?"

"Hahaha..." Yan Mo laughed wildly all of a sudden, "Lan Ximo, maybe it's your turn to laugh now." After finishing speaking, his expression became serious again, "I want to tell you seriously, Wan'er The man she loved was never me."

Ximo froze, twisting her own shadow with his, she finally understood, understood the faint sadness that always existed on Yan Mo's face that could never be erased.

Just because I still can't let go of the past.

Can't let go of a relationship.

But, no matter how hurt he is, he can't do anything to Feng Wan'er just because she fell in love with someone else, unless that man is... Mu Lianfeng...

The instant reaction, even she herself was dumbfounded by her own guess.

From childhood to adulthood, she was so familiar with Mu Lianfeng, she knew his preferences, and also knew that the girls in this city liked him, but she had never heard that the daughter of the Feng family liked him.

Also, what does Feng Wan'er's death have to do with her?

"Amo, why did Wan'er die because of me? Why?"

Yan Mo slowly closed his eyes, as if to soothe his own emotions. On the bridge, the wind was blowing, icy cold, and after a while, Yan Mo opened his eyes again. At this time, his expression and voice had recovered. Because of the coldness before, "Ximo, I'll tell you after your birthday party, Ximo, some things, what happened is what happened, I think there is nothing we can do to undo it, let's go, let's go back. "

(End of this chapter)