Yun Qingwu looked at him in a daze, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock just now. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Miss!"

Qiaoxiang's life was already in danger, but it was Liufeng who changed her body in the air and hugged her waist, so she was spared from falling to the ground.

"Woo...... It's okay if the young lady is okay, it's okay if it's okay, I'm scared of the slave to death! ”

Looking at Yun Qingwu from head to toe, the tears in Qiaoxiang's eyes flowed "lala", and her mouth whimpered.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Yue Mingze adjusted his internal breath, and looked around at the people on the street with a pair of cold and sharp eyes: "Don't you feel ashamed to do such a thing to an innocent girl?" ”

The embarrassment on Yun Qingwu's body deeply hurt his eyes.

With her ability, and those two good subordinates by her side, if she wants to hide, it is definitely not difficult to leave this street.

However, she endured it all her life, allowing people to vent their grievances and bear it silently.

Is this just for that layer of disguise?

There was no sound in the streets.

Yue Mingze said again: "The emperor can issue an order to assign Miss Nine to His Royal Highness the Prince, which means that Miss Jiu has her merits, are you questioning the emperor's will to treat her like this?" ”

"Ze, I see that the people know that they are wrong, so don't scold them anymore."

With a warm and soft smile on the corner of the speaker's mouth, he slowly walked out of the crowd that had diverted away.

"His Royal Highness King Ning, let's not say that Wu'er is the future crown prince and concubine, just because she is our cousin, she should not be humiliated today."

Yue Mingze frowned and looked at the person who came, and he didn't agree with the other party's words, but he didn't say anything more.

After all, the identity of the person who came was there, so he couldn't be too presumptuous.

Even if they have a cousin relationship, there is a difference between respect and inferiority, and the rules should be obeyed.

Otherwise, it is not certain that someone with a heart will be accused of ignoring the royal majesty, thus bringing disaster to the family.

Yun Qingwu lowered her head, and not long after Yue Mingze let go of her waist and landed on the ground to stand firm, she didn't know what she was thinking.

However, when that voice that was as clear as jade and extremely pleasant sounded, she couldn't help but tremble.

I felt a sense of familiarity invade my heart.

She didn't look up at the owner of the voice, but she knew that the man must be smiling, and that smile must be charming.

Her heart was throbbing, and Yun Qingwu clenched her hands in her sleeves, secretly enduring it, enduring emotions that only she knew.

I miss him again, she has no chance, and she thinks of that person again!

Didn't you get hurt enough?

Blood Dance, you are so stupid, hopelessly stupid, you have obviously been harmed by him to wear to this other world, but because of a familiar voice, you can't help but think of him, think of that hypocrite.

Slowly, she looked up at the owner of the voice.

"How is he?" In an instant, she seemed to have been drained of her soul, like a puppet, looking at the long moon-white figure in a daze.

The face is handsome, waist-length black hair, and it is lightly tied behind the head.

The wisps of it, the black light is smooth, and the light moistens it, lining his handsome face with a little more elegance.

The appearance has not changed, and the eyebrows and eyes have not changed.

-- Quiet and soft, it makes people feel involuntarily intimate.

No, this man is not him, how could he have left everything there and come here?

Yes, that person must not be him.

They just have similar looks and temperaments, that's all.

But who could tell her why she met someone so similar to him here?

Who could tell her why her heart was aching so much?

The man who talked to Yue Mingze, named Gong Che, is the fourth prince of the present and His Royal Highness King Ning of the Jin Dynasty.

"You're the Ninth Cousin?"