No one can look at his wife's body except him.o(∩_∩)o~~www
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Three days later, Mo Qingcheng and Ye Xuanji had returned to the Sixth Prince's Mansion.
The spy Feige there sent news that Concubine Wuyou and the two young princes had indeed woken up, and neither of them remembered the past.[
King Huanglong has indeed kept his word and is actively preparing for the ceremony to seal the throne.
I heard that people in the Huanglong Kingdom were furious about this incident, and numerous ministers jointly submitted a letter asking the emperor not to act in such a willful way and to choose other women to enter the harem.
There are even a few ministers who want to send their daughters to the palace as concubines...
However, they were all rejected by King Huanglong. He became furious and killed several ministers who did not know how to advance or retreat...
When an emperor makes up his mind to do something, even the most loyal and upright ministers have nothing to do.
Apart from scolding you behind your back a few times, they can only obey orders...
When Ye Xuanji heard the news, she didn't know what to feel.
Although this result is the best result.
But when she thought of Mo Yuncong who left sadly, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.
At that time, Mo Qingcheng was teaching her how to practice calligraphy, and he taught her meticulously, stroke by stroke.
When Ye Xuanji heard the news, she paused with the pen in her hand, and a large drop of ink soaked the snowflake paper on the desk.
She put down her pen and said dullly: "It turns out the miracle didn't happen."
Mo Qingcheng remained calm: "How can there be so many miracles in this world? Isn't this the best result?"
"What a bird! They obviously still love each other. It's a tragedy that the people who love each other are not together..."
Ye Xuanji brushed her hair on her forehead irritably.
I feel like my mood is as messy as my hair.
"Mo Yuncong is destined to become a red-haired zombie in three months. If He Yunyan recovers his memory, they will not be able to be together. It will be even more tragic by then..." Mo Qingcheng analyzed with her slowly,
His heart has always been cold and hard, and he naturally doesn't care much about other people's affairs.
He peeled off an orange and put it into her mouth, with a half-smile on his face: "Xuanji, girls should speak more politely."