"At that time, our identities were not yet clear, you say, is this retribution? You must have done too many bad things in your previous life. Fu Changyu said with a smile.

Han Moyu wanted to push Fu Changyu away, and said with a flushed face: "You are the retribution, you have a fiancée now, and you are still provoking me......"

"Fiancée, you mean the county lord of Jiuning?" Fu Changyu said with a smile, "She's just a political marriage." At the beginning, when she was given to marry the eldest prince, King Yongqing's strength had just grown. Later, King Yongqing quelled the chaos many times, and his strength was no longer what it used to be, and he was actually unwilling to marry Concubine Li. The eldest prince has fallen, and it is naturally impossible for King Yongqing to admit this marriage again. And the emperor was also willing to use me to appease King Yongqing's heart, so he promised me the lord of Jiuning. ”

Fu Changyu put his hand on her slightly trembling back, kissed her neck, and whispered, "Okay, just kidding." I didn't want you so early. I want Ming Media to marry and let you be my princess. As he spoke, he hugged Han Mo and whispered, "Sleep, don't worry, I will never touch you." ”

The next day, the two woke up. He kissed the cold ink in the crook of his arm. Han Moyu pushed him away, sat up shyly, and pulled his messy clothes. Fu Changyu's gaze fell on Han Moyu's exposed shoulder blades.

I saw that there were gradually faint marks of burns, and the marks became more and more obvious. "Ink language. Fu Changyu kissed the beautiful girl again, "What's going on your back?"

"Huh?" Han Moyu turned his face. The crimson face and uncertain eyes made her look extraordinarily seductive. Fu Changyu lowered his head and sniffed the special fragrance on Han Moyu's body.

"What's going on?" asked Han Moyu.

"How can there be burn marks on your back...... It seems like...... What is the word...... "Fu Chang Go's between the delicate skin.

Fu Changyu smiled, wrapped Han Moyu in a sheet, picked her up and walked to the huge vanity mirror in front of the window. He grabbed the small bronze mirror on the table, put it in front of Han Moyu, and said softly, "Take a look for yourself." ”

Han Moyu raised his head, and through the bright bronze mirror, what he saw was that he was disheveled in the huge dressing mirror, wrapped in a sheet, and his snow-white neck was covered with deep and shallow kiss marks. Her face turned red to the root of her ears, and she quickly lowered her head, eager to get into the cracks in the ground.

"I'm showing you here. Fu Chang pointed to the small bronze mirror.

Han Moyu hesitated again and again before blushing again and looking towards the vanity mirror. In the mirror, what is reflected in the small bronze mirror is the smooth back of Han Moyu, and the shoulder blade on the right is faintly reflected in one word: phoenix.

Fu Changyu smiled slyly, bit Han Moyu's neck with a side face, licked her earlobe, and asked, "Is that your original name?" Or is this a prophecy that says you have the destiny of the Heavenly Phoenix?"

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"Lord Jiuning, wait a minute!" At this time, a human voice sounded outside the door.

"Brother Yu, where are you?" a pleasant girl's voice drew closer.

When she heard the noisy voices outside the door, Han Moyu woke up from a dream, and hurriedly pushed and kissed her gently.

The door creaked open, and the blinding sunlight poured in. She was followed by a swaggering, bright maiden, followed by a large group of servants. Han Moyu was stunned for a moment, and she looked at the group of people blankly. And that group of people also burned her with the same shocked gaze.

At that time, Han Moyu was just like that, disheveled, his shoulders were half-exposed, and he was wrapped in a sheet, exposed in front of everyone. It felt like her brain had been hit hard and went blank.

And at this moment, the girl's arrogant face was full of uncontrollable anger. Han Moyu knew that the girl in front of her was Fu Changyu's fiancée who was given marriage by the emperor, the lord of Jiuning. Han Moyu panicked and screamed.

Fu Changyu roared angrily, "Get me out!"

He hugged her, put her back on the bed, and closed the curtains.

Han Mo shrank in the corner of the bed, trembling all over. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and did not dare to come out. She didn't dare to imagine the feeling of so many pairs of shocked and burning eyes falling on her. She thought back to her disheveled state, and remembered the fine kiss marks on her neck, and the infinite ambiguous smell that filled the room, and she was ashamed.

The county lord of Jiuning was stunned for a moment, and suddenly rushed forward and ripped open the curtain fiercely, dragging Han Moyu's quilt and about to drag it down, she scolded sharply, "Shameless vixen!" Suddenly gave Han Moyu a slap. Han Moyu felt a burst of ** pain on his face and came back to his senses. Red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

However, it was not this slap that made her feel really painful, but the shame in front of everyone's eyes. She felt like a skinned beast, bloody in the sun. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't make a sound, so she had to hold on to the quilt tightly and not let go.

Fu Changyu yelled, "Get out of here!" and the servants fled in a hurry. And the county lord of Jiuning was still crying and making a fuss. Fu Changyu didn't expect it, he hurriedly grabbed the hand raised high again by the county lord of Jiuning, "Lord Jiuning, what are you doing!" while protecting Han Moyu, "Don't move her again!" Otherwise Hugh blames me for being ruthless!"

The county lord of Jiuning couldn't break free, so he actually cried, and his eyes full of anger also softened because of tears.

"How can you do this to me?!" the lord of Jiuning County wept and said, "I am your unmarried wife, the wife you personally selected and appointed by the emperor, how can you treat me like this? In a month, we will have a big wedding! But you are fooling around with a shameless woman here!"

Tears poured out of the face of the county lord of Jiuning, washing her makeup into a mess. Han Moyu got up slightly, lowered his head and pushed Fu Changyu, wanting to push him away, while whispering, "I can do it myself." ”

Fu Changyu didn't let go of his hand, but said coldly: "Today's matter, you'd better treat yourself as if you didn't see anything, and firmly control your own mouth, and the mouths of your subordinates! If you leak the slightest rumor, I won't give you a good look!" The voice was tepid, but it made the listeners tremble.

Fu Changyu said coldly, "You'd better rot this matter in your stomach!" He kissed Han Moyu lightly on the forehead and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Don't be afraid. Then the curtain was drawn.