The world, as the mirror soul said, began to be in chaos. This article begins with floods everywhere, followed by plagues. Especially after obtaining the first fragment of the Soul Suppression Mirror, he believed in the Mirror Soul statement even more. He was going to retrieve all the pieces and re-fuse them into a soul suppression mirror to contain the demon's soul.

In front of him, Han Moyu's body exuded a dancing aura, which made him even more afraid to approach. With each step closer, the aura became more and more significant, making Fu Changyu shudder as soon as he closed his eyes and thought of the beautiful and sad eyes of Princess Fu Rongxu who looked at him before she died.

How many times, he thought he was mistaken, and wanted to take a step closer, only to find that he could clearly see that aura jumping on Han Moyu's body, making him unable to breathe. Therefore, he had to flee far away and never see Han Mo again. He didn't know if one day, when he had to do that, how would he be ruthless enough to treat Han Moyu so cruelly?

Fu Changyu was like this, looking at Han Moyu from afar. He didn't know if one day, when he was forced to do that, how would he be so cruel to treat this child so cruelly?

If you can't get close, you have to stay away. It's just that this kind of distance makes him so painful.

"Your Highness......" Xue Ling'er walked through the corridor with a fruit bowl, saw the figure standing next to the pillar, and was about to shout, but was stopped by a look. So, Xue Ling'er stood next to Fu Changyu with a plate and didn't know how to do it. Fu Changyu looked at Han Moyu's back with a pair of deep eyes, and stood for a long time.

And Xue Ling'er stood there awkwardly, hesitating to leave or stay, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. Xue Ling'er looked around, looking down at the fruit bowl for a while, and looking up at the birds flying in the sky for a while, however, when she looked around again, her eyes swept over the eldest young master Fu Changyu, but she was suddenly stunned: she actually saw a gentle smile like the rising sun on Fu Changyu's face.

Looking at that gentle gaze, what Xue Ling'er saw was Han Mo Yu who was still sitting by the pond in a daze. Xue Ling'er stayed there at the time, and her brain was blank for a long time. The eldest young master, who was so indifferent and arrogant that he rejected people thousands of miles away, could he have such a warm and intoxicating smile like a spring breeze? And such a charming smile was actually blooming at his half-brother.

Xue Ling'er lost her mind for a while, and the fruit in the fruit bowl in her hand fell down with a bang, and she hurriedly bent down in a panic to pick it up, however, the fruits on the plate fell down and rolled all over the ground. She almost cried, and hurriedly went around to pick up the fallen fruit.

It was a rare fruit, called Purple Plum, the size of a walnut, a tribute from the Western Regions, and these fruits were given to the Han Mansion by the emperor. Even a small piece of fruit is immediately worth a hundred times a thousand times, and she actually threw away the purple plum given by the emperor everywhere, and if the emperor knew about it, he would definitely punish her for the crime of disrespect; and even the cold mansion would have to bear the crime of disobedience to discipline the slaves.

When Xue Ling'er was lying on her stomach to pick up the fruit that was rolling at Fu Changyu's feet, a slender hand reached over, picked up the fruit, and held it in the palm of her hand. Xue Ling'er raised her head and met the smiling Danfeng eyes, Xue Ling'er's heartbeat accelerated sharply, and she hurriedly lowered her head and stood up holding the last fruit.

In Xue Linger's memory, it seemed that she had never seen Fu Changyu smile like this, and everything around her was dimmed by his smile. Xue Ling'er thanked her and ran away in a panic, going to clean the fruit given by the emperor. What kept flashing in his mind was Fu Changyu's gaze that softened as he looked at Han Moyu. The eldest young master, he actually looked at the young master Mo Yu with such soft, no, affectionate eyes!! Xue Ling'er ran away quickly, and her mind was in chaos.

When Han Moyu heard a noise behind her, she turned her head and saw the person she had been thinking about for a long time, but he smiled at the little maid like a spring breeze. Han Moyu suddenly found that she had a strong sense of vinegar, which made her feel cold from head to toe. Fu Changyu walked towards her, but Han Moyu turned his head and didn't look at him: "Brother, I heard that the palace people sent by the palace these days are about to break through the threshold of your house, and the portraits of all the girls in the capital are here;

Fu Changyu smiled slightly: "When did Mo Yu care about your brother and me?" Hehe, you, you should worry about yourself." ”

"Hmph. Han Moyu sneered, and said unhappily: "I have nothing to worry about, I don't want to find a daughter-in-law." Fu Changyu said with a smile: "Mo Yu doesn't need to marry a daughter-in-law, but Mo Yu will marry someone after all." Fu Changyu said, sighing slightly, as if he was a little reluctant. Han Moyu turned his head, frowned and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

The corners of Fu Changyu's mouth curved slightly, and he reached out and stroked Han Moyu's hair, and said, "I don't know for whom, you are willing to take off your men's clothes and put on a red dress?......

Han Moyu frowned, jumped up and said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about......"

Fu Changyu looked at Han Moyu's face that was flushed with anger, and felt extremely cute, he stretched out his hand, gently pinched Han Moyu's bulging face, sighed, and said: "I have met my mother several times, and I want to ask this sentence, a good girl, why should she be raised as a boy? And now, I finally get it. In that woman's mind, we are nothing, I am but a tool for her ambitions, and you are nothing more than a tool to win over her father. Therefore, she needs a boy and a biological flesh and blood of General Han Yujue to stabilize her position in the Han Mansion. ”

Han Moyu blushed, lowered his eyes, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

Fu Changyu sighed, stroked Han Moyu's smooth face with his fingertips, and said, "Moyu, wear a red dress for me, okay?"

Han Moyu raised his head and glared at Fu Changyu, and said, "I'm not those singers and little girls in the workshop, I'll dress whatever you want me to wear!"

"Okay, I know you're noble, and no one wants to do anything to you. However, have you forgotten that Murong Huang, the former prince of Yan Kingdom, is not more noble than anyone? But now, he is still wearing revealing women's dance clothes and dancing sultry dances! Do you think he is willing?" Fu Changyu looked at Han Moyu.

At the end, he turned on a cold face, put away his smile, and said, "If you don't wear it, some people will fight to wear it for me." There are people who want to dance with a bandeau in front of me and their belly button exposed! Do you believe it or not?"

Han Moyu turned his face away, pursed his lips, and said, "I believe it." However, those were just some laughing women. Nothing unusual. How could a famous lady be willing to do this for you?" a flash of displeasure flashed across her face.

Fu Changyu snorted from his nose and said, "Then you wait and see." With that, he turned and walked away. Han Moyu looked at Fu Changyu's back as she gradually moved away, and suddenly felt a sadness in her throat, making her choke and unable to speak.

The world, as the mirror soul said, began to be in chaos. This article begins with floods everywhere, followed by plagues. Especially after obtaining the first fragment of the Soul Suppression Mirror, he believed in the Mirror Soul statement even more. He was going to retrieve all the pieces and re-fuse them into a soul suppression mirror to contain the demon's soul.

In front of him, Han Moyu's body exuded a dancing aura, which made him even more afraid to approach. With each step closer, the aura became more and more significant, making Fu Changyu shudder as soon as he closed his eyes and thought of the beautiful and sad eyes of Princess Fu Rongxu who looked at him before she died.

How many times, he thought he was mistaken, and wanted to take a step closer, only to find that he could clearly see that aura jumping on Han Moyu's body, making him unable to breathe. Therefore, he had to flee far away and never see Han Mo again. He didn't know if one day, when he had to do that, how would he be ruthless enough to treat Han Moyu so cruelly?

Fu Changyu was like this, looking at Han Moyu from afar. He didn't know if one day, when he was forced to do that, how would he be so cruel to treat this child so cruelly?

If you can't get close, you have to stay away. It's just that this kind of distance makes him so painful.

"Your Highness......" Xue Ling'er walked through the corridor with a fruit bowl, saw the figure standing next to the pillar, and was about to shout, but was stopped by a look. So, Xue Ling'er stood next to Fu Changyu with a plate and didn't know how to do it. Fu Changyu looked at Han Moyu's back with a pair of deep eyes, and stood for a long time.

And Xue Ling'er stood there awkwardly, hesitating to leave or stay, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. Xue Ling'er looked around, looking down at the fruit bowl for a while, and looking up at the birds flying in the sky for a while, however, when she looked around again, her eyes swept over the eldest young master Fu Changyu, but she was suddenly stunned: she actually saw a gentle smile like the rising sun on Fu Changyu's face.

Looking at that gentle gaze, what Xue Ling'er saw was Han Mo Yu who was still sitting by the pond in a daze. Xue Ling'er stayed there at the time, and her brain was blank for a long time. The eldest young master, who was so indifferent and arrogant that he rejected people thousands of miles away, could he have such a warm and intoxicating smile like a spring breeze? And such a charming smile was actually blooming at his half-brother.

Xue Ling'er lost her mind for a while, and the fruit in the fruit bowl in her hand fell down with a bang, and she hurriedly bent down in a panic to pick it up, however, the fruits on the plate fell down and rolled all over the ground. She almost cried, and hurriedly went around to pick up the fallen fruit.

It was a rare fruit, called Purple Plum, the size of a walnut, a tribute from the Western Regions, and these fruits were given to the Han Mansion by the emperor. Even a small piece of fruit is immediately worth a hundred times a thousand times, and she actually threw away the purple plum given by the emperor everywhere, and if the emperor knew about it, he would definitely punish her for the crime of disrespect; and even the cold mansion would have to bear the crime of disobedience to discipline the slaves.

When Xue Ling'er was lying on her stomach to pick up the fruit that was rolling at Fu Changyu's feet, a slender hand reached over, picked up the fruit, and held it in the palm of her hand. Xue Ling'er raised her head and met the smiling Danfeng eyes, Xue Ling'er's heartbeat accelerated sharply, and she hurriedly lowered her head and stood up holding the last fruit.

In Xue Linger's memory, it seemed that she had never seen Fu Changyu smile like this, and everything around her was dimmed by his smile. Xue Ling'er thanked her and ran away in a panic, going to clean the fruit given by the emperor. What kept flashing in his mind was Fu Changyu's gaze that softened as he looked at Han Moyu. The eldest young master, he actually looked at the young master Mo Yu with such soft, no, affectionate eyes!! Xue Ling'er ran away quickly, and her mind was in chaos.

When Han Moyu heard a noise behind her, she turned her head and saw the person she had been thinking about for a long time, but he smiled at the little maid like a spring breeze. Han Moyu suddenly found that she had a strong sense of vinegar, which made her feel cold from head to toe. Fu Changyu walked towards her, but Han Moyu turned his head and didn't look at him: "Brother, I heard that the palace people sent by the palace these days are about to break through the threshold of your house, and the portraits of all the girls in the capital are here;

Fu Changyu smiled slightly: "When did Mo Yu care about your brother and me?" Hehe, you, you should worry about yourself." ”

"Hmph. Han Moyu sneered, and said unhappily: "I have nothing to worry about, I don't want to find a daughter-in-law." Fu Changyu said with a smile: "Mo Yu doesn't need to marry a daughter-in-law, but Mo Yu will marry someone after all." Fu Changyu said, sighing slightly, as if he was a little reluctant. Han Moyu turned his head, frowned and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

The corners of Fu Changyu's mouth curved slightly, and he reached out and stroked Han Moyu's hair, and said, "I don't know for whom, you are willing to take off your men's clothes and put on a red dress?......

Han Moyu frowned, jumped up and said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about......"

Fu Changyu looked at Han Moyu's face that was flushed with anger, and felt extremely cute, he stretched out his hand, gently pinched Han Moyu's bulging face, sighed, and said: "I have met my mother several times, and I want to ask this sentence, a good girl, why should she be raised as a boy? And now, I finally get it. In that woman's mind, we are nothing, I am but a tool for her ambitions, and you are nothing more than a tool to win over her father. Therefore, she needs a boy and a biological flesh and blood of General Han Yujue to stabilize her position in the Han Mansion. ”

Han Moyu blushed, lowered his eyes, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

Fu Changyu sighed, stroked Han Moyu's smooth face with his fingertips, and said, "Moyu, wear a red dress for me, okay?"

Han Moyu raised his head and glared at Fu Changyu, and said, "I'm not those singers and little girls in the workshop, I'll dress whatever you want me to wear!"

"Okay, I know you're noble, and no one wants to do anything to you. However, have you forgotten that Murong Huang, the former prince of Yan Kingdom, is not more noble than anyone? But now, he is still wearing revealing women's dance clothes and dancing sultry dances! Do you think he is willing?" Fu Changyu looked at Han Moyu.

At the end, he turned on a cold face, put away his smile, and said, "If you don't wear it, some people will fight to wear it for me." There are people who want to dance with a bandeau in front of me and their belly button exposed! Do you believe it or not?"

Han Moyu turned his face away, pursed his lips, and said, "I believe it." However, those were just some laughing women. Nothing unusual. How could a famous lady be willing to do this for you?" a flash of displeasure flashed across her face.

Fu Changyu snorted from his nose and said, "Then you wait and see." With that, he turned and walked away. Han Moyu looked at Fu Changyu's back as she gradually moved away, and suddenly felt a sadness in her throat, making her choke and unable to speak.