"It's you woman again! Dare to trespass on the princess's residence. ”

Wan Qing'er didn't seem to pay attention to what Ink Dye said, but was just annoyed by Ink Dye's appearance.

"My man is here, why can't I come?"

Mo Ran looked at Wan Qing'er's angry and distorted face with a smile.

"What are you talking about, you mean woman!"

Wan Qing'er's reaction to the ink stain after realizing it suddenly turned red with anger.

But before she could make a move, the purple-gold figure on her side quickly rushed towards Mo Ran.

Ink Dye put down the oil-paper umbrella, opened his arms, and smiled softly.

Wan Qing'er watched as the man she was thinking about hugged the other woman tightly, and she was stunned.

Jun Chenyuan hugged Mo Dye tightly, buried his head deep in Mo Dye's neck, and rubbed hard.

"Dye'er, I miss you."

Mo Ran smiled, his face full of happiness.

"Chen Yuan, I miss you too."

The light rain in the sky gradually stopped, the sun shone on the earth, brilliant and bright, and under the rainbow that gradually formed in mid-air, there was a pair of beautiful people embracing each other.

"You... You're actually..."

Wan Qing'er was so angry that her whole body trembled at this time, she looked at the pair of beautiful people so eyesore, her eyes seemed to tear them apart.

"What are you calling the ghost, you seduced my man and put my husband under house arrest, I haven't settled accounts with you yet."

The faint voice of the ink stain fell, Jun Chenyuan straightened up, stood aside, and the two of them interlocked their fingers.

"Jun Gongzi, you have thought clearly, this princess is the only princess of the Wanying Dynasty, marry me, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth, compared to this woman with no background, why don't you think about it anymore?"

Wan Qing'er stared at the hands of the two of them, her eyes were about to split.

"Don't worry about it, I'm just staying here and waiting for my wife."

"You ......"

Wan Qing'er wanted to say something, but was interrupted by ink dyeing.

"Old woman, pry my husband openly, you are invisible?"

"Hmph, today, you have to stay, and if you don't stay, you have to stay.

Come on, kill that woman for Princess Ben! ”

As soon as Wan Qing'er's words fell, an army poured out of the surroundings, enveloping the two of them.

Mo Ran smiled, his eyes already lit up.

"Just like that, you dare to hurt my wife in the slightest?"

Jun Chenyuan's deep and beautiful voice came slowly, and he took a step forward, his whole body's aura dispersed, and the powerful coercion swept the surrounding soldiers away.

Wan Qing'er was forced by such an aura to take a few steps back, and when she came back to her senses, all the soldiers around her had been overwhelmed by that breath.

Wan Qing'er looked at this situation, this plan didn't work, and she had another plan.

Wan Qing'er's pupils turned slightly, and she cried in an instant.

"Woo, Jun Gongzi, I, I really like you, it's in the palace, right here, isn't it good for us to live together?"

Wan Qing'er was disheveled at the moment, and she was in tears, and I felt pity for the little face with pear blossoms and rain, and moved to Jun Chenyuan's side while crying.

"Is this a strong attack, a change of outwitting?"

Mo Ran was still smiling lightly, but the smile was not as good as the bottom of his eyes.

Wan Qing'er looked at Jun Chenyuan without saying a word, thinking that her plan had worked, and her face couldn't help but be happy, and her steps sped up.

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan for a long time, she wanted to know what Jun Chenyuan would do.

Wan Qing'er walked in quickly, seeing Jun Chenyuan without any movement, she was overjoyed, thinking that she was such a prominent family, Jun Chenyuan would definitely be moved, and she would definitely leave behind the wild girl who came from nowhere.

Thinking of this, Wan Qing'er still looked at Mo Ran proudly, and her provocative gaze was clearly visible.

Gradually approaching Mo Ran, his right hand was raised high, and he fell fiercely with the sound of the wind, and Mo Ran looked at Wan Qing'er with a smile, not even moving.

Wan Qing'er thought that Mo Dye was frightened and froze in place, and her heart was happy.

But just as the slap was about to fall, Jun Chenyuan waved one hand, and the powerful spiritual power hit Wan Qing'er's cheek.

Smack-

With a crisp sound, Wan Qing'er was slapped to the spot in disbelief, covering her cheek with her right hand, and looking at Jun Chenyuan incredulously.

"Why, what does that mean woman have to be like this? You actually beat me for her? ”

Wan Qing'er looked incredulous, and selectively ignored Jun Chenyuan's disgusted eyes and ink-stained sympathetic eyes.

Wan Qing'er stumbled to her feet, her wrist was about to grab Jun Chenyuan's sleeve, and the smile on Wan Qing'er's face turned white in an instant before it appeared.

A white light flashed, and with a click, red clouds in front of him.

Wan Qing'er's two arms were cut off from her body, and she stopped in the air for half a moment before falling to the ground, and the bright red color was sprinkled all over the ground.

The broken cuffs seemed to tell the story of what happened to the owner.

And Wan Qing'er had already fainted before she could start screaming.

And at the last moment when she closed her eyes, Wan Qing'er's eyes looked at Mo Ran like a poisonous dagger, with ruthlessness and hatred.

"Hmph, dirty thing."

Jun Chenyuan's handsome face was covered with gloom, and the spiritual power in his hand was lifted, cutting off the corner of his clothes that was about to be touched.

Jun Chenyuan looked coldly at Wan Qing'er, who was fainting on the ground, his eyes were full of disgust, as if he had been infected with something dirty.

"Chen Yuan, it's rare to see you like this."

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan, who had a gloomy face, and raised his eyebrows.

"Dye'er, these women are like garbage to me, Chen Yuan will never fail you in this life."

The ice on Jun Chenyuan's face was no longer left when facing the ink dye, and his firm gaze looked straight at the bottom of the ink dye's eyes.

"Poof, I'm fine, but it's hard for you to endure such an annoying spirit for so long."

Ink dye chuckled and shook his head.

"It's you Chen Yuan, what happened to you in this Wanying Dynasty, and you are still under house arrest?"

As if no one was beside the ink dye, he asked Jun Chenyuan.

"This matter, when you settle down, your husband will naturally tell you."

The ink-stained face suddenly turned red because of the voice, but he didn't refute it.

"Go and tell Wan Wei that if he has bad intentions again, the next time he will break it, it will be his arm."

After Jun Chenyuan finished speaking, he left the palace without looking back, and walked out.

No one dared to stop them wherever they went, and it was not something that they could provoke by calling them by the emperor's name.

Ah Shun, who was hiding behind the rockery, witnessed everything, and when the group of soldiers had not come to their senses, he quickly ran back to the main hall and reported the incident.

"You say, that man cut off Qing'er's arm? Just the breath shook my Praetorian Guards back? ”

Wan Wei touched his beard thoughtfully.

Ah Shun knelt below, cold sweat broke out on his back, His Majesty didn't seem to be angry, but the breath on his body was terrifying.

"You go down first."

Wan Li's expression was obscure, and he waved his hand to let Ah Shun retreat, but let Ah Shun breathe a sigh of relief.

"National teacher, you say, that man can't move?"

The evening crickly called in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, this is natural, that man's status is noble, naturally he can't move, the princess really deserves it."

A man dressed in a cyan priest's robe walked out from behind the coral jade butterfly screen, a young face, but with an aura of vicissitudes.

The gray hair seems to have been precipitated by the years, and although it is pale but not dull.

"Qing'er doesn't know how to measure, it's natural to end up in this situation, I won't care, but that girl ......"

That man naturally understood what His Majesty meant.

"As far as Yun Qi's eyes can see, that woman is not extraordinary."

Yun Qi didn't tell Wan Qi everything he saw, the girl was full of phoenix light, and sooner or later she would leap into the dragon gate.

Listening to Yun Qi's words, Wan Qi was silent for a long time, and was unusually silent.

"Then my daughter, did her arm break for nothing?"

"Your Majesty, Yun Qi advises, this matter is over, Yun Qi will do his best to heal Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Yun Qi's cyan figure bowed slightly and left the main hall.

On the main seat, the face of the evening is gloomy, as ugly as if it has eaten a fly.

Of course, Wan Lian was unwilling, but so what, if he ruined the entire Wanying Dynasty because of greed at this time, it would be the least worthwhile.

Wan Qing'er is just an insignificant daughter, how can she compare with the prosperous world.

Wan Wei shook his head when he thought about this, that's it, that's it.

The Praetorian Guards sent Wan Qing'er back to the Wan Qing Palace, and then returned to their respective posts.

When Yun Qi arrived, Wan Qing'er was covered in blood and unconscious, and there were only two blood holes left in her arms.

Yun Qi looked at the situation and shook his head helplessly, at this moment, there is no way to return to the sky.

However, the top priority is to stabilize Wan Qing'er's vital signs first, and surviving is the most important thing.

Yun Qi tried his best to heal Wanqing'er, but he didn't notice a trace of black gas floating outside the window.

Mo Elegy floated in mid-air, looking at the weak Wan Qing'er on the bed, and laughing evilly.

"Ah~ It won't be long before the Fenghua Conference, and at that time, ink dyeing, you will die."

Mo Elegy's red eyes flashed with a fierce cold light, and a smoke slipped into Wan Qing'er's body.

Let her Mo Elegy live instead of Wan Qing'er and kill Mo Ran.

The resentment on Wan Qing'er's body greatly enhanced the soul power of Mo Elegy, coupled with Mo Elegy's vicious and cunning nature, after entering Wan Qing'er's body, he began to look for Wan Qing'er's soul, and then strangled it.

In this way, the ink elegy is temporarily stored in Wan Qing'er's body, waiting for the arrival of the Fenghua Conference.

Here, Jun Chenyuan left the palace with Mo Ran, and the two of them found an inn and booked a room.

"Chen Yuan, let's talk about it."

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan's familiar face, and the thoughts in his heart seemed to be released.

Jun Chenyuan didn't say a word, hugged Mo Dye tightly, his eyes slightly closed.

"Let me hold for a moment."

Jun Chenyuan's murmuring tone reached Mo Dye's ears.

With a smile on her lips, she reached out and hugged his back, patting him gently.

The atmosphere between the two is warm and peaceful.

Without parting bitterness, I don't know the sweetness of getting together.

Jun Chenyuan rested his head on the ink-stained shoulder, and his voice was low.

"The old man at home said that there might be a spirit in the Wanying Dynasty, so he turned back after returning to the academy and wanted to find out. happened to save the life of Wan Lian, and returned to the palace. ”

Ink dye patted him on the back and motioned for him to continue.

"It's a pity that everything is fine except for that disgusting Wanqing'er, but there is no trace of the spirit.

Originally, I wanted to find a surprise for you, but not only did I have nothing, but I also missed the time we agreed. ”

Mo Ran listened to Jun Chenyuan's slightly aggrieved words, and his heart was full of tenderness.

Mo Ran straightened Jun Chenyuan's body and chuckled.

"Chenyuan, what Dye Er wants, you are enough."

Jun Chenyuan naturally understands that ink dyeing will understand his mind no matter what.

Mo Dye raised his right hand, and the purple gold jade ring on his ring finger shimmered.

"Chen Yuan, this ring is the best gift I have ever received."

A year flies, but the picture of the first acquaintance between the two seems like yesterday, and the memory is clearly visible.

That ring is the beginning of the fate of the two and the destined marriage.

As the saying goes, a glance is 10,000 years.

Jun Chenyuan held the delicate Rouyi of ink dyeing, bowed his head slightly, kissed his forehead lightly, and hugged the ink dye into his arms.

"Chen Yuan, after dinner, let's go back to the academy, I'll bring the eldest brother back to the academy too, you come to meet."

Mo Ran sandwiched the wine and food that had been prepared in advance for Jun Chenyuan, and said with a smile.

"Dye is in charge."

The two of them ate a warm and happy meal.

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan's handsome face bathed in the sun, and the empty space in his heart was instantly filled.

It seems that only then did she understand that Jun Chenyuan had been deeply integrated into her world and had become an inseparable part.

If it is separation, the pain is like tearing out the heart, if Jun Chenyuan leaves her, the ink stain just thinks about it, and the heart hurts as if it is about to tear.

Mo Ran lowered his eyes and pondered, now, can she still be like what she said at the beginning, if one party betrays, leave in style?

Mo Ran suddenly smiled again and shook his head, Jun Chenyuan would not betray her, because she believed him.