Mu Liang subconsciously wanted to stand between Tuobo Kun and Yelu Zongxiao. Unexpectedly, before she could move her steps, a strong arm held her wrist tightly and pulled her tightly.
Body, don't let her move at all!
Mu Liang's eyes turned cold, and he stared at Tuo Bo Kun coldly. He was about to ask, but he heard Tuo Bo Kun's majestic voice sounded deep,
"You want to run away after throwing away my clothes? You little thief! How can the emperor allow you to get away like this?!" The majestic, cold and arrogant voice did not contain any emotion.
Mu Liang rolled her eyes and struggled with her little hands several times. However, Tuobo Kun's big hands were like iron pliers and she couldn't break free at all.
His palms were dry and warm, and he easily wrapped her weak, boneless hands in his palms. It was obvious that his palms did not exert much strength, and she could not feel the slightest pain on the back of her hands, but she could not break free.
Break away from this overbearing shackles
Yelu Zongxiao's footsteps stopped at the entrance of the stairs. His eyes were fixed deeply on Mu Liang's hand held by Tuo Bokun. Deep in his eyes, there was a crack that slowly opened, but was soon perfectly hidden by him.
Mu Liang could only endure the twitching feeling at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his other hand to greet Yelu Zongxiao
"Your Highness, you are here!"
Mu Liang deliberately raised his voice, but despite this, Tuobo Kun still had no intention of letting go of her hand.
Because of Mu Liang's struggle just now, Takubo Kun's clothes, which were already mostly open, were now completely open. The strong and tight honey-colored chest inside was mouth-watering. Coupled with his tall and slender figure, and that
With his perfect and cold facial features as carved by a knife, no one can connect the man in front of him, who is more soul-catching than a monster, with the cold and ruthless King of Bei Liao!
But at that moment, he called Mu Liang a thief who stole clothes, and he caught Mu Liang in such a disheveled state, how could Yelu Zongxiao guess?
And Tuo Bokun seemed to deliberately misunderstand Yelv Zongxiao! He was also afraid that the guards behind Yelv Zongxiao wouldn't see this scene, so he pulled Mu Liang and walked several steps in front of the screen!
One is a handsome man with his clothes open, his honey-colored chest is strong and attractive, and the other is a beautiful girl with slightly red cheeks, who was caught in the act of tugging!
Mu Liang gritted his teeth and stared at Takubo Kun!
And Yelu Zongxiao naturally nodded and smiled at Mu Liang.
He rarely smiles, but for some reason, when he sees Mu Liang, he can't help but want to give her a warm smile. No matter what he sees in front of him, or what the rumors were from the General's Mansion before, he Yelu
Zong Xiao has his own judgment and ideas. He is the crown prince held in the palm of the Northern Liao Emperor, the proud son of heaven, and the hope of the entire Northern Liao.
Who can know what's going on in your heart?
Hidden beneath this calm surface is actually a stubborn and stubborn heart.
At this time, Mu Liang glanced at Yelv Zongxiao lightly, the man who had caused endless pain and humiliation to Nalan Mu Liang who died in the past. She really didn't have any good feelings and greeted him just to get rid of Tuobo Kun and let him
Even if she smiles at him while acting, she can't even do it!
Yelv Zongxiao was slightly startled by Mu Liang's cold face. His handsome face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, once again had an intriguing crack.
Immediately, he walked up to Mu Liang with his head held high, took the silk handkerchief from the guard's hand gracefully, and gently handed it to Mu Liang,
"There is pollen on your forehead, wipe it off"
It sounded like a calm and waveless voice, but the deep eyes looking at Mu Liang revealed a trace of the care and concern in his heart.
Mu Liang was startled, and the next moment, Han Tong narrowed his eyes, and seemingly casually took out the clean silk handkerchief from Yelv Zongxiao's hand. He was about to wipe his forehead casually to deal with it, but unexpectedly, his palm tightened, and a
A strong arm came in front of her eyes, snatched the silk handkerchief from her hand, and threw it coldly to the ground.