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still remembers that day in Fengluan Palace, he replied to her: Jun Bingwu, you never believed me.

His tone was cold, and she was furious at the time, not aware of the self-deprecation and loss that were so well hidden in that tone.

Looking back now, she felt that every word was like a sharp knife cutting on her heart, tearing her heart apart alive, and it was painful.

Mohuang ...... Is this how he is taking revenge on her now?

Then she told him that he had succeeded.

In the face of those vague flesh and blood, Jun Bingwu even had an urge to rush down and grab those flesh and blood to question.

That bastard, why did you come to mess with her? And why, provoked the fire in her heart, but he left irresponsibly?

She wasn't even given a chance to apologize......

Mo Huang, what kind of man are you?

"Bastard! Mo Huang, you big bastard, bastard! Bastard! Bastard......" She roared one after another, but in the end, it turned into a desperate scream.

"Bastard, don't go......"

Suzaku was bitter in her mouth behind her back, but she didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only gently press her hand on her shoulder and silently give her strength.

The north wind was howling, sending patches of snowflakes, as well as bursts of desolation and despair, but there was no movement in the pile of ruins, Jun Bingwu only felt that the whole world had lost its vitality, and only a desperate depression remained.

"Bastard, you're snowing, it's so cold, do you remember, when I was in the palace before, every night, you shamelessly climbed on my bed, using your body temperature to warm me with a cold physique, and I couldn't kick it anymore...... Mo Huang, are you cold down there, I'll go get the bed quilt and cover you, okay? Or do you want me to go down with you too? This time, I'll warm you up......"

She whispered, a sad aura surrounding her, and her cold eyes were hollow with despair......

Suzaku listened to her heartbeat, she really doubted that Jun Bing would really be martyred for Mo Huang.

Just as she was thinking about whether to simply knock her out and drag her back, behind her, a golden light flashed, and someone was one step faster than him.

"Brother Xianyu......" Suzaku snorted.

Jun Xianyu stretched out his hand and caught Jun Bingwu's soft body, with a cold and handsome face, without saying a word.

When Jun Bingwu woke up again, she found that she was in the military tent, her face changed slightly, she got out of bed, and wanted to run out barefoot, but she bumped into Jun Xianyu who entered the curtain head-on.

The second son's thin lips pursed into a cold line, and there was a coldness on his handsome face: "No need to go." ”

Jun Bingwu looked at him with the same expression, faintly had a bad premonition, and his eyebrows twisted slightly: "What's wrong?" ”

"There is news from Qingyun Kingdom that the mysterious new palace master of the Demon Feather Palace appeared yesterday."

The tone of the second prince was cold and ridiculous, Jun Bingwu's body shook slightly, and his eyes widened, among them, there was a faint touch of joy, and a little worry and an inexplicable emotion.

"Could it be a stand-in?" She had reasonable doubts.

"Stand-in? Your Majesty, the palace master, as soon as he appeared, he killed the three branch masters of the Demon Feather Palace who supported Murong Ye, so ruthless, such a means, it seems like a stand-in did it, right? ”

The second son sneered, Mo Huang's behavior was obviously Liwei.

Perhaps, he also used this incident to tell them that not only did he not die, but he was still alive and well......

"Perhaps...... He was just in a hurry and didn't have time to inform us......"

At the end, her voice grew quieter.

The second son sneered again, this kind of excuse, I'm afraid she doesn't believe it herself.

Even if he can't come by himself, it's always okay to send someone to carry a message, right?

But what about the bastard?

I saw them digging here like fools for a few days, and they never came out to say a word. What exactly does he mean?

The second son deeply felt that he was kicked in the brain by a donkey, so he would save that bastard.

"Your Majesty, don't you think you're too protective of him?" The second prince sneered and laughed, "Have you ever thought that this incident may have been planned by him in order to gain your trust and plot your heart?" ”

The second son said that, he hugged Jun Bingwu, who was still barefoot, to the bed, and turned away coldly.

Jun Bingwu's face was slightly pale.

Mo Huang's bastard is always like this, like a layer of mystery, every time, they think it is him, but he uses another layer of mystery to hold himself together.

She even suspected that this time, it was he who was deliberately avoiding her.

And what about her?

Should I trust her?

She asked herself silently, but Mo Huang's words crossed in her heart.

Jun Bingwu, you never believed me......

She put her hand on the quilt and clenched the quilt on her body with both hands.

She's already sorry for him once, and she doesn't want a second time, Mo Huang, I hope you don't let me down.

Jun Bingwu struggled with the consideration of whether to take the initiative to find Mo Huang.

After a long time, she gave up on this idea.

There is such a thing as a throne, Hui, but isn't it a gorgeous shackle?

The Great Elder is still eyeing her, she can't stay away from the court for too long, although he has settled down a lot during this period of time, but who can guarantee that he is not planning the next conspiracy?

In this position, many times, she can't help but be willful.

This time the war ended in peace, and Jun Bingwu returned to the palace first.

However, due to some follow-up matters to deal with, the second son and Tianlan stayed here for two more days.

Xia Ziyi also stayed.

In the past few days, the border land has been snowing heavily, and a thick white velvet blanket has been spread on the ground.

It was freezing outside, but inside the military tent burning with silver charcoal, it was as warm as spring.

Rare and idle, Tianlan held a book in her hand, leaned on the bed, and was lazily unwilling to move.

The second son was beside him, condescending to peel walnuts for her, and in the incense burner, white smoke curled up, rising with the sound of clicking, adding a sense of peace and quiet.

Outside the military tent, Long Teng asked to see.

The second son peeled the walnut with his fingers, and Yingting's sword eyebrows rose slightly.

"Nope." He replied coldly.

"What should come will always come, and you can't hide from it."

Tianlan closed the scroll in her hand, her lowered eyelids obscuring the complexity of her eyes.

"Let him in." She said lightly.

The second son's eyebrows were a little displeased, and he wanted to speak and stopped, but his deep black eyes became more and more calm, covering up all his thoughts.

All of a sudden, in the huge military tent, only the click of walnut shells was left, but it suddenly seeped into people.

Long Teng came in, separated by a long screen, and he could only have two figures in the wind.