Thinking about the scene where she once danced among the flowers, the throbbing that remained in my heart came to the surface again.

An Xuyao ​​breathed heavily and couldn't look away from Ye Zhikuang.

Mo Junxie, who was standing next to him, had an angry look in his eyes.

It was not because An Xuyao ​​looked at his woman so blatantly, but because his past crimes against that woman made Mo Junxie feel resentful again.

He clenched his fists and stared at An Xuyao ​​with red eyes.

Someone who didn't know who it was suddenly coughed coldly, causing Concubine Lan and An Xuyao ​​to come back to their senses.

Concubine Lan's hand was still hanging in the air, but she no longer had the intention to discipline Ye Zhikuang. She slowly withdrew her hand, her eyes cold, panicked and filled with unspeakable worry.

That look was so strange, just like the way the old lady of the Murong family looked at her.

She didn't notice that An Xuyao, who was standing not far away, had eyes as full of depression as Concubine Lan's.

At this time, the owner who made a cold cough slowly came to everyone with his crutches.

She is the ancestor of the An family who is of the same generation as the old lady of Murong Mansion, a person with absolute right to speak.

She squinted her eyes, the depth in her eyes concealing a sharpness that was hard to detect.

"This girl, I have never seen you in the palace before. You must not be a descendant of any royal family." He interrogated with a thorny tone with colored eyes.

Seeing this, Mo Junxie strode around his ancestor, stretched out his arms to hug Ye Zhikuang, raised his head, and said with the look of a playboy: "She is mine."

"Yier, you are fooling around, come here quickly." Concubine Lan regarded her as an enemy. Seeing her son running in front of the vixen again, Concubine Lan couldn't help but be nervous about him. She quickly reached out and took Mo Junxie's other hand.

To drag him over.

But Mo Junxie simply hugged Ye Zhikuang's body like an octopus and said: "None of you are allowed to bully her. I just like to play with her. If you force me again, I will jump into the lake with her and die in love."

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The corner of Ye Zhikuang's mouth twitched, and he turned back to stare at the unfamiliar face, unable to guess what play he was going to sing.

If the show continues like this, it will only create hatred between her and him. Most of the people standing here are his enemies.

She wanted to live a peaceful life, but he disrupted her life again.

Thinking of this, his body was tightened by the man next to him, and he took a few steps back. He was really ready to jump into the lake and die in love.

She clasped his arms with both hands and followed his steps and took a few steps back.

Concubine Lan and the worried people of King An Yi exclaimed nervously: "No..."

"No, no, Yi'er, come back quickly, my mother-in-law promises you not to hurt her, not to hurt her." Concubine Lan tightened her handkerchief and said.

Mo Junxie raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction and reached out to take Ye Zhikuang's hand. Without intending to introduce Ye Zhikuang's identity to everyone, he pulled her towards Jinyu Pavilion.

Calm as if nothing happened just now.

Ye Zhikuang didn't say a word in this scene, but he was pushed into the hot seat by Mo Junxie.

People dispersed one after another and continued to watch the fireworks that were still lingering. If they had not finished talking, they just thought that the drama just now was a farce, because King An Yi often did this kind of thing.

Before anyone returned to Jinyu Pavilion, Ye Zhikuang tilted his head and asked, "Mo Junxie, what the hell did you do just now? You were seeking death. That woman almost slapped me in the face."
Chapter completed!