She was using the matter of saving Mo Jiu as a bargaining chip, forcing him to come back at night.

But what she didn't understand was that since she had decided to withdraw from the marriage, why did she have to let him come back early?

Could it be that Feng Tianjiu was really looking forward to something happening with him?

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips hooked up with a touch of coldness.

He wasn't afraid to come back sooner, and even if he did, he could be sure that nothing would happen tonight.

In that case, why should he come back? Anyway, in three more years, he will be able to meet him for a long time, so what if he cooperates with her again.

Thinking of this, he sneered and said, "Okay, in that case, I will come back tonight." ”

When Feng Tianjiu heard this, he smiled and waved his hand to Emperor Wuchen and said, "Then I will wait here for His Majesty to come back." ”

In a trance, Emperor Wuchen seemed to see that familiar figure again. He couldn't help frowning, the Feng Qianjiu in front of him had already overlapped with Mo Jiu's figure several times. Is he sick?

He shook his head, shook off the strange thoughts in his heart, turned around and strode out of the Lingxiao Palace.

Perhaps in order to escape from Feng Tianjiu, Emperor Wuchen came back very late. But he still remembered Feng Tianjiu's words in his heart, so he didn't dare not come back, although he returned very late, he still returned to Lingxiao Palace.

And when he returned to the dormitory, it was already late at night, and only the night pearl in the room shone brightly.

By the light of the night pearl, he saw that the bed curtain had been lowered, and the semi-transparent veil danced gently with the wind, and he could clearly see the delicate figure on the bed.

He thought that Feng Tianjiu would be waiting for him when he came back.

Feng Tianjiu asked him to come back tonight, there must be something important with him, but he didn't expect to see such a scene when he came back.

Emperor Wuchen frowned slightly and strode towards the bed. There is a veil hanging down on the bed, and you can't see the face on the bed clearly, only the figure sleeping in it is faintly visible.

Although there was no newlywed joy in the Lingxiao Palace, there was suddenly an extra woman on the bed, and on the wedding night of Errao, the atmosphere was still a little muddy.

But this atmosphere did not affect Emperor Wuchen's gloomy face at the moment. With a calm face, he strode over to the bed, reaching out and jerking up the draped curtain.

Looking at the momentum, it seemed that the person on the couch was about to be thrown out of the bed tent.

The moment the veil was lifted by him, he finally saw the face in front of him.

A woman in a red wedding dress and kimono was lying on her side, a few strands of hair spilled down, soft against the side of her face, her eyelashes slightly closed, long and curled.

And that face that didn't apply powder made Di Wuchen freeze in place, forgetting to blink and breathe.

He has seen countless beauties in the world, even Feng Qianjiu, who is known as the number one beauty in the world, has not been able to make him lose his mind for a moment.

But the woman in front of him is not a top-notch beauty in the world, but she is the most haunting to him.

It's just that what is engraved in front of him is not someone else, but the fiancée he thinks about day and night, Mo Jiu.

Emperor Wuchen looked at the person in front of him in a daze, for fear that everything would come to naught in the blink of an eye.

He looked at it for a moment, and finally stretched out his trembling hand and touched the face in front of him.

The delicate touch from his fingertips told him that the person in front of him was not his hallucination, but a real person.

He traced her eyebrows, her nose, and her soft lips.

He opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was horribly dry and hoarse.