She used to dance among the flowers, and now that she thinks about it, the throbbing that remains in her heart rises again.

An Xuyao's breathing tightened, and he couldn't take his eyes off Ye Zhimad.

Mo Junxie, who was standing beside him, had indignation in his eyes.

It was not because An Xuyao looked at his woman so blatantly, but because his past crimes against that woman made Mo Junye hate again.

He clenched his fists and glared at An Xuyao with red eyes.

I don't know who it was, but suddenly coughed coldly, which made Concubine Lan and An Xuyao both come back to their senses.

Concubine Lan's hand was still hanging in the air, but she had no intention of disciplining Ye Zhimad, and slowly withdrew her hand, her eyes were cold, panicked, and unspeakably worried.

That kind of look was too strange, just like the old lady of the Murong family looked at her.

She didn't pay attention, and An Xuyao's eyes standing not far away were also full of depression like Concubine Lan's.

At this time, the owner who made a cold cough came slowly to everyone with a cane.

She is the ancestor of the An family of the same generation as the old lady of Murong Mansion, a person who has the absolute right to speak.

She narrowed her eyes, and there was a subtle sharpness hidden in the depths of her eyes.

"This girl, I have never seen you in the palace, so you must not be a descendant of some prince and noble." Interrogated with colored eyes and a prickly tone.

Seeing this, Mo Jun strode around the old ancestor, stretched out his hand to hug Ye Zhifang, raised his head, and looked like a gentleman: "She is mine." ”

"Yi'er, you're messing around, come here." Concubine Lan regarded her as an enemy, and when she saw her son running in front of the fox spirit again, Concubine Lan couldn't help but nervous him, and quickly reached out and grabbed Mo Junxie's other hand, and was about to drag him over.

Mo Junxie simply hugged Ye Zhifang's body like an octopus and said: "None of you are allowed to bully her, I like to play with her, if you force me again, I will jump into the lake with her and die." ”

The corners of Ye Zhimad's mouth twitched, and he stared back at the unfamiliar face, unable to guess which play he was going to sing.

If she continues to act like this, she will only pull hatred for her and him, and most of the people standing here are his enemies.

She also wanted to live a peaceful life, but he was disturbed again.

Thinking like this, his body was tightened by the man next to him, and then he took a few steps back, this plane was really ready to jump into the lake and die.

She clasped his arms in both hands and took a few steps back in his footsteps.

Concubine Lan and the people who were worried about King Anyi all exclaimed nervously: "No......"

"No, no, Yi'er, come back quickly, the mother promised you not to hurt her, not to hurt her." Concubine Lan clenched her handkerchief and said.

Mo Junxie hooked the corners of his lips with satisfaction, reached out and took Ye Zhiyan's hand, and didn't intend to introduce Ye Zhiyan's identity to everyone, so he pulled her towards the Golden Jade Pavilion.

Calmly as if nothing had happened just now.

Ye Zhimad didn't say a word in this scene, but he was pushed onto the mouth of the storm by Mo Junxie.

People dispersed one after another, continuing to watch the undispersed fireworks, and if the conversation was not finished, it was only as if the scene just now was a farce, because King An Yi often did this kind of thing.

Before the people returned to the Golden Jade Pavilion, Ye Zhifang turned his head sideways and asked, "Mo Junxie, what the hell did you do just now, looking for death, you almost made that woman slap me." ”

"Don't worry, if she dares to slap you, I'll slap you back." The hand around her thin waist never left.