The Demon Princess

Chapter 160 One Year Later 4
Mo Wen walked into Long Qingle's room with worries in mind.

Cui'er, who was wiping Long Qingle's cheeks, turned her head to look when she heard the door open, and when she saw someone coming, she got up and called softly, "Master".

Mo Wen responded lightly, and walked over. He looked at Long Qingle who was still sleeping with his eyes closed, and a look of grief appeared in his eyes: "You go out and eat something first!" After he finished speaking, he took Tweet'er Handkerchief.

Tweety'er said "yes" without any abnormality on his face, and then backed out. From Tweety's usual expression, it was not hard to see that it was obviously not the first time he had done these things.

Mo Wen sat on the edge of her bed with a handkerchief, then lifted the quilt lightly, and took out her little hand to help her wipe it lightly. Her touch felt like a man and a woman could not kiss each other, and it had only been more than a year, yet he could hold her palm so calmly and wipe her hands.

So close to her.

His eyes turned complicated to look at her clean, white and tender sleeping face, and suddenly thought of the rumors he heard outside, that the Ninth Prince asked to marry Zhao Yulian?

To be honest, he didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart, but there is no storm without waves. Whether this matter is true or not, I believe there will be a conclusion soon.

Just as he was thinking like this, the gentle movement of wiping her palms paused, and a thought suddenly came to his mind, why didn't he try to stimulate her with this matter?
Although she denied liking the Ninth Prince in the prison that day, how could he be as smart as him not to see that it was just an angry word she uttered out of her mouth.

Although he didn't know what happened to make her unconscious that year, it was not difficult to guess the reason for her coma, and it must have something to do with Lou Xuan.

Maybe the news that Lou Xuan proposed to marry Zhao Yulian could really wake her up.

Thinking of this, Mo Wen calmed down the excitement in his heart, and continued to wipe her palms while chatting like before, "Qing Le, I heard a news today that the Ninth Prince came to the palace to ask Zhao Yulian to marry her." He paused for a moment, fearing that the news might not be powerful enough, so he began to add more embellishments: "The Ninth Prince was still saying in front of the palace that he had been in love with Miss Zhao for a long time, but there used to be Princess Lanzhao as the main concubine, and she couldn't bear to be inferior to her as a concubine." , so I have always buried this affection in my heart..."

Mo Wen paid attention to her reaction while talking, but he was disappointed that she still didn't respond at all.

Doesn't this message work too?

Originally, he was holding the attitude of trying, but he still couldn't stop the disappointment in his heart.

Mo Wen closed his eyes helplessly, gently put her hands into the quilt, and walked out with the basin in hand. Before closing the door, he looked at her on the bed unwillingly, and finally closed the door with his lips tightly pressed together. door.

At the moment when the door was closed, Long Qingle, who had been sleeping motionless on the bed, slowly shed a tear from his eyes, and without anyone to help wipe it, it slowly flowed down the corner of his eye into his black hair.

……

With a sound of "crash", a string of cups shattered from a luxurious wing room in the embassy, ​​and then a woman's extremely annoyed voice roared: "He wants to marry Zhao Yulian?"

"Does she think I'm dead?" Lan Xueyi's chest heaved violently because of anger.

The maidservants kneeling on the ground were trembling with fright, and they all lowered their heads not daring to make a sound. One of the maidservants didn't dare to wipe the blood from the broken cup.

A tall and straight figure slowly came out from behind the curtain, he glanced at the kneeling maidservant and said, "You all go down."

(End of this chapter)