Jun Bingwu left, and in the imperial garden, He Lanqian looked at his empty palm, slightly stunned.

A wisp of cold wind swept through his palm, cold and biting, he suddenly missed the softness in the palm of Fang Cai's hand, and an inexplicable loss surged in his heart.

The night is deep and charming, and there is a charm that makes people palpitate.

The beautiful man was in his side hall, and Jun Bingwu had been running to Fengluan Palace for the past few days, and he stayed all night.

However, on this day, before he entered the door, he heard the sound of a low voice from inside, Jun Bingwu's eyes were cold, and the chill around him was like a knife, so that the guards and palace ladies at the gate of the palace fell to the ground one after another, and they didn't dare to come out.

They don't know how this happened.

Jun Bingwu's cold and sharp eyes swept over the people at the door, and he didn't blame, just coldly brushed his sleeves and walked towards the Fengluan Palace.

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, and their hearts were full of sorrow.

These days, it's not that there is no young lady who doesn't have long eyes, running to Fengluan Palace, trying to have a chance encounter with the emperor.

But without exception, all of them were directly kicked out of the palace by the angry Jun Bingwu, and some even involved their family members to be responsible, and those guards and palace ladies who either let them in or accidentally let them slip in were also implicated.

With the lesson of blood, those people reined in their thoughts.

Just today......

Jun Bingwu didn't let anyone follow, he entered Fengluan Palace by himself, followed the sound of the flute to find it, only to find that it seemed to come from the bed.

The tent hung lightly, and a slender figure could be faintly seen on the bed.

"Helan, didn't Mama tell you that this Fengluan Palace is not allowed to enter?"

Jun Bingwu asked unhappily, but the sound of the flute in the tent rose sharply, and the hurried music point shook a little bit of domineering spirit of life and death, like a king dominating the world.

Jun Bingwu's body stiffened slightly, and she suddenly raised her hand and tore open the layer of Luo tent that blocked her sight, and Mo Huang's handsome face that captivated the country and the city immediately met her eyes.

"You ......," she said, spitting out a word, but she was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Mo Huang didn't look at her, just quietly and seriously played the hole flute in his hand, at that moment, it seemed that the brilliance of the whole world was concentrated on him, luxurious and dazzling.

Jun Bingwu never knew that the cold Mo Huang could also be so amazing, this hand hole flute, and Helan Qian are not equal, just a cold and domineering, king the world, a son is like jade, lonely and lonely.

The song is finished, but there seems to be an aftermath lingering for three days.

Mo Huang's fingers moved, Bai Yuxiao turned around in his hand, he raised his eyes to look at the stunned Jun Bingwu next to him, and a little smile was almost invisible between his eyebrows.

"What? The emperor fell for the demeanor of this seat? ”

Mo Huang joked, he definitely didn't admit it, he was because he saw her holding He Lanqian's hand in the imperial garden yesterday, so he deliberately ran over to compete for favor.

Cut, don't you just know how to give a? What's so great, so will Lao Tzu.

"What are you going to do?" Jun Bingwu clenched his fists, tried to restrain a certain throbbing in his heart, and asked calmly.

Mo Huang's legs were elegantly folded, lying lazily on the soft couch, supporting his head with one hand, and playing with the jade flute in his hand with the other, looking at Jun Bingwu next to him playfully.

"Speaking of which, this Fengluan Palace still belongs to this seat, what's the matter? Can't you come here? ”

He lowered his eyes and spoke slowly, his cold tone indistinguishable from joy or anger.

Jun Bingwu didn't want to entangle with him more, turned around and wanted to leave, she knew that it couldn't be that Mo Huang didn't love her now, he couldn't come to Fengluan Palace to be nostalgic, and it couldn't be to fall in love with her.

She was fed up with Mo Huang's moodiness after breaking off love, and she also understood his pain and helplessness, all this, she didn't blame him, and she didn't want to hurt him, since she decided to let go, then don't have too much intersection.

But she forgot, Mo Huang wanted to do one thing, and if he didn't achieve his goal, how could he stop easily?

The white jade flute in Mo Huang's hand shook slightly, Jun Bingwu's body was light, turned into a beautiful parabola in the air, and fell into Mo Huang's arms lightly.

She was just about to struggle, but Mo Huang rolled over and steadily pressed her under her.

Jun Bingwu subconsciously raised his knee and attacked Xiao Mohuang, Mo Huang raised his hand, clasped her knee, flipped his wrist, and made a gesture to break her leg, which made her sweat cold.

"Don't move." His deep voice sounded above her head, and the warning in it was so true that she had no doubt that Mo Huang would do what he said.

It's pitiful enough to fall out of love, and she should really cry if she loses another leg.

Therefore, the ice dance children's shoes are very well-behaved.

Mo Huang's slender fingers caressed her cheek, looking at her condescendingly, slightly distracted.

He really couldn't figure out what kind of charm this face had that could **** appear in his mind night after night and linger.

A few days ago, she tried every means to harass him and seduce him every day, but he only felt annoyed, how faceless and skinless is a woman to think about drilling on a man's couch every day?

To put it mildly, it is debauchery.

But on the contrary, he couldn't restrain his heart, he was so disgusted that he wanted to kill her, and he wanted her to get as far away as possible, but he couldn't help but fall for her again and again.

Even, once out of control.

Because he hates this feeling of being influenced, he always deliberately speaks ill of her every time he realizes that he is attracted to her.

Actually, he didn't mean to hurt her, he just wanted to remind himself like this that he shouldn't be tempted, he couldn't be tempted......

However, this woman's cheekiness seems to have reached a level.

No matter what he said or did, this woman never stopped, and she never tired of it.

Later, he was horrified to find that he occasionally expected her to come over a few more times a day, and he was inexplicably attached to her body, her warmth, and even her facelessness.

He felt that he must be crazy.

However, he was disappointed, and after that night, Jun Bingwu seemed to have disappeared from his sight.

He didn't want to admit that he missed her and missed her, so he never went to him, but whenever night fell, he would casually look at the empty palace in a daze.

Why hasn't she come yet, why hasn't she shown up yet......

Does she not want him anymore......

At this thought, even he himself was shocked into a cold sweat, and it was hard to believe that he could have such a thought.

In fact, at that time, he wanted to come to her.

But before he could take action, the news that she asked to bring He Lanqian back to the palace and let him live in her side hall spread in the palace.

It is said that the man had a face that resembled him by five points.