The dark blue night dome is depressing and deep, and the lights are bright in the Fengqi Palace.

Jiang Yingrong didn't feel sleepy, not because she was worried and afraid, not because of what was coming tomorrow, but because of the cold night.

She tossed and turned, tossing and turning, unable to understand Ye Mohan.

In the end, what kind of deal is there between Ye Jiuchen and Ye Mohan, which will make Ye Jiuchen willing to give up the throne.

What kind of reason would make Ye Mohan refuse to cede even a small dye?

She is a woman, if a man likes a woman, his words may deceive people, and his behavior may also deceive people, but only his eyes cannot deceive people.

Ye Mohan looked at the eyes of Dye Li, she had seen it, and she definitely didn't like it.

That kind of favorite gaze, Ye Mohan seems to only look at the cold moon......

That's right, Cold Moon!

Thinking of Leng Yue, Jiang Yingrong sat up from the bed suddenly, and her delicate face was full of incredulity.

After the autumn hunt, she almost didn't think about this person anymore.

Because the dying person doesn't need her to waste time thinking about it.

But now that I think about it, everything is so weird.

Aren't Ye Jiuchen and Ye Mohan both in love with Leng Yue and dying of love? Then why, Leng Yue died, and these two people were not affected at all.

Especially Ye Jiuchen.

For the sake of Leng Yue, he did not hesitate to confront Ye Lan and the entire Great Zhou Kingdom, but after Leng Yue fell off the cliff, he didn't seem to have the slightest sadness and regret at all.

Even, when dealing with Ye Sibai, there was no mercy at all.

And Jiang Yingrong has always felt that the arrival of Ye Jiuchen that night, including killing her maid in front of everyone, is definitely not without reason.

and the woman who dyed away, whether it was her performance that night or the inexplicable fire, it was too weird.

Now she understands.

What I couldn't figure out at the time, I just ignored it.

Leng Yue, he must not be dead!

As soon as this thought came out of her mind, Jiang Yingrong only felt a chill all over her body, as if her blood was slowly stopping flowing.

How could it be that he didn't die?

Falling down such a high cliff, even Leng Ruoxue has no bones left, why didn't Leng Yue die?

Is life so big?

Jiang Yingrong couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.

But if you don't believe it, you can't ignore this fact.

The more Jiang Yingrong thought about it, the more she felt that this possibility became, and according to the recent events and circumstances she had suffered, she felt that Leng Yue should have known that it was her own hand.

She's deliberately taking revenge on herself!

Ye Mohan likes Leng Yue, but he didn't do it to himself for a long time, and even agreed to make a deal with himself?

No! Wrong!

It's so wrong!

Jiang Yingrong only felt that there was a mess one after another at this time, rolling and stirring in her mind.

She desperately tried to clear the mess and find a clue, but she couldn't find it anyway.

Jiang Yingrong had no intention of sleeping again, so she had to get out of bed, approve a piece of clothing casually, and paced back and forth in the dormitory.

What's next?

Leng Yue, that person, will be revenged, how do you plan to deal with yourself next?

Aren't you afraid?

The dignified princess of Xiliang Kingdom, the emperor of the Great Zhou Kingdom, how could she be afraid of a small general's concubine?

It's just that this kind of enemy is in the dark, she is in the light, and she can't control the situation, which makes her very anxious.

The anxiety is like something is going to happen anytime and anywhere.

"Tuk-tuk-"

Suddenly, there was a sudden knock on the door of the dormitory without warning.

In the dead of night, what kind of person would suddenly come to the bedroom of Fengqi Palace and knock on the door?

Jiang Yingrong was shocked, but her face did not show the slightest clue, but she still raised her head and chest, and her back was straight.

Is this coming?

Jiang Yingrong stared straight at the position at the entrance of the hall with a pair of ruthless and sharp eyes, and for a moment, she took a deep breath, stepped forward, and slowly walked over.

The moment her hands were on the door of the hall, Jiang Yingrong could even feel the coldness outside, running down the door panel into her palm.

After a pause, Jiang Yingrong put her hands hard-

With a "squeak", the door of the temple was slowly opened.

The night and moonlight, along the space opened by the door, unscrupulously rushed into the dormitory, and into Jiang Yingrong's sight.

At the entrance of the hall, a cold and bloodthirsty figure like a dark night Shura came into view.

Ye Jiuchen was wearing an inky brocade robe, standing straight in the moonlight, his angular and beautiful face was submerged in darkness and moonlight, and was divided into half bright and generally dark.

Behind him, there stood the same expressionless and cold little black.

Jiang Yingrong's gaze switched back and forth between the faces of the two, trying to distinguish from their gazes the purpose of their coming today, and the situation they would suffer.

But, nothing, she didn't distinguish anything.

The expressions of these two men were too calm.

It's so calm that it's scary.

Jiang Yingrong was inside the door, and Ye Jiuchen and Xiao Hei were standing outside the door.

For a moment, Jiang Yingrong couldn't hold back her mouth first.

"The Nine Emperors really surprised the main palace."

Jiang Yingrong's words obviously had a lot of meaning, but Ye Jiuchen was not in the mood to follow her words at this time.

He was now more worried about going to Jiang Tingbai's Leng Yue alone.

It's not that I don't believe that she can handle it properly and show up on time, but it's just that the heart is like someone has hollowed out a piece.

That person, as long as he is not around, he has no way to completely put his mind at ease.

So now, he doesn't plan to have the slightest nonsense with Jiang Yingrong.

Thinking of this, Ye Jiuchen's peach blossom eyes couldn't help but squint slightly, and then his thin lips opened slightly, and he said a few words quietly.

"The emperor and queen, there is an old man who wants to see you."

Old friend?

Jiang Yingrong smiled coldly: "Is it Leng Yue?" ”

Ye Jiuchen also smiled: "The emperor and queen mother went, don't you know?" ”

"What if I don't go to this palace?"

"Oh!"

Ye Jiuchen replied without distinguishing his emotions, and then nodded lightly.

"The minister can only offend."

When he said this, Ye Jiuchen was still indifferent, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but for some reason, Jiang Yingrong just felt cold.

Obviously, there is no wind.

But it's cold.

……

Dye Li supported Ye Mohan all the way to the side hall.

At this time, Ye Mohan was already a little delirious, dazed, and his body was weak, like fish meat placed on a cutting board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Although Dye Li is sober, she is a weak woman after all, and it still took a lot of effort to help a man with such a figure as Ye Mohan and help her all the way.

After putting Ye Mohan on the bed, he was out of breath and sweating from the whole person's tiredness.

Ye Mohan seemed to have fallen asleep, lying on the bed, his eyes closed, motionless.

Dye Li quietly looked at Ye Mohan.

Actually, the people in the night house are very good-looking.

Although Ye Mohan is not as beautiful and charming as Ye Jiuchen, and there are all kinds of styles, he also has a kind of tough and charming temperament.

With such a person, Dye Li naturally will not feel wronged.

What's more, this person is about to become the emperor of the Great Zhou Kingdom.

Thinking of this, Dye Li couldn't help but close his eyes vigorously and took a deep breath.

When I opened it again, my eyes were already determined.

Dye Li stood in front of Ye Mohan, slowly raised his hands and stroked his belt.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the buckle of the belt was unfastened, and the belt embroidered with the bird slowly fell to the ground.

Immediately afterward, Dye Li withdrew his coat.

The outer shirt fell to the ground, like a light gauze curtain, like a dream.

The candle flame jumped, swaying, and reflected on the dyed face, body.

Dye Li took off his skirt again, and only a shirt was left all over his body.

Ye Mohan on the bed was still asleep, unaware of what had just happened and what was about to happen.

The tooth of the dyed shell gently bit his lower lip.

She doesn't believe in fate, and she doesn't want to put her fate in the hands of anyone again, from today, now, and now, everything she has to fight for herself and hold it tightly in her hands.

No one, don't want to make her temperament like a mustard again.

Thinking about it like this, he was ruthless, and the last cover on his body was all faded.

Without a trace of hesitation in his eyes, he climbed onto the bed and sat beside Ye Mohan.

Just like herself just now, she took off the clothes on Ye Mohan's body one by one.

Taking a deep breath, Dye Li immediately lay down beside Ye Mohan.

Ye Mohan should be very uncomfortable at this time, and the eyebrows that were still flat just now, for some reason, were tightly wrinkled together.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his eyeballs kept sliding in his eyelids.

Ran Li looked at it, and involuntarily stretched out his hand, wanting to smooth out the knots in Ye Mo's cold eyebrows.

However, at the moment when her hand was about to touch Ye Mohan, Ye Mohan suddenly overflowed two words from her lips-

"Cold Moon!"

In an instant, as if struck by lightning, the hand raised in mid-air stopped in place, and never moved again.

Cold Moon!

Cold Moon!

Sure enough, it's a cold moon!

Ye Mohan's favorite woman in his heart is really Leng Yue!

Dye Li still raised his hand and closed his eyes forcefully.

Obviously, it's something that she has known for a long time, and it's something that has nothing to do with her, why does it sound so uncomfortable now?

When he opened his eyes again, he glanced at Ye Mohan with a fixed look.

He should have had a nightmare just now.

The knots in the center of the eyebrows have been automatically soothed, and the expression has become calm and peaceful.

But Dye Li still put his finger on the center of Ye Mohan's eyebrows.

Cautiously, but faintly domineering, gently stroking and rubbing.

The night is cold!

From today on, you will only be the woman I have been divorced.

As an emperor, you can put countless women in your harem, or you can be greedy with other women every day.

I don't mind.

But only the cold moon can't!

I can't let her dictate my fate so casually!

Never!