The blood on his forehead soaked through his palms and slowly flowed down, Mu Jiuge looked at him with his head held high, and his eyes did not make any concessions.

As if he was obsessively trying to look at a different brilliance from his bottomless eyes, but unfortunately, the man walked down the steps condescendingly and came to her, half-squinting with cold phoenix eyes, and his cold voice could no longer find the appearance of a once arrogant and coquettish.

"Eleven, you are the palace maid who was given to this king by others to warm the bed, eleventh?"

The corners of Mu Jiuge's mouth curled slightly, "Hello, Lord Wang, you still remember your promise to let the slave maid warm your bed for a lifetime!" ”

"But in the blink of an eye, you pushed the slave and maid down the high steps, and the slave and maid thought that the dignified regent was true to his word, and he would rely on the slave and maid for a lifetime, but it turned out that it was not!"

She didn't know how much he remembered, but he needed to remind him now, he had told her to warm the bed.

Now don't say that just letting her forehead be knocked out, even ruining her face again, she also has to firmly grasp the man in front of her who makes her country a vassal country.

In Daqi, there is no stronger person than the man in front of him, and even Sima Yan, the king of Jin in Daqi, is nothing compared to him, and there is no comparison.

If she wants to survive in Daqi and take revenge, she must rely on the strong, not to mention that Sima Yan also gave her Gu poison, the ghost knows when this Gu poison will attack, and her chest is full of pain, she doesn't want to appreciate it again.

Xiao Mo Zhifeng's eyes were stained with a trace of bloodlust, and the woman in front of her was full of blood, and her courage was really not ordinary, and she dared to accuse him of being untrustworthy in front of him.

Xiao Mozhi stretched out his slender calloused hand and picked up a touch of blood with his fingertips, "Ten have died in front, eleven, I hope you are the only exception!" ”

Mu Jiuge's legs and feet were obviously scared and weak, and he didn't let himself bend down: "The slave just wants to be a slave who serves the prince, and doesn't want anything else!" ”

Xiao Mozhi stood behind his back with one hand, revealing a smile that seemed to be a smile: "Really? You don't want to go to the cold palace to have a look, this king will go with you! ”

Mu Jiuge's heart was drumming, the man in front of her didn't play cards according to the routine at all, and she couldn't keep up with the changes in his thinking at all.

Xiao Mozhi immediately stepped forward and left.

Mu Jiuge covered her forehead and looked at his back, forgetting to take a step, she was wondering if he was testing her, what did he want to do?

Seeing that she didn't follow, Xiao Mozhi squinted, "You don't want to go to the cold palace?" ”

Mu Jiuge heard his voice and pressed the wound on her forehead with her hand, the pain of the scar made her instantly clear and raise her heels.

Xiao Mozhi took out a white handkerchief from his arms, threw it into Mu Jiuge's arms, and said with a little disgust: "It looks so ugly!" ”

Mu Jiuge was stunned, and picked up the white handkerchief, and the white handkerchief was only embroidered with white plum blossoms in one corner.

Holding down the bubbling and bleeding forehead with a white handkerchief, she looked really embarrassed, and in the face of Xiao Mozhi's evaluation of her ugliness, she smiled undeniably, muttering in her heart, no one is good-looking in front of a demonic-looking person like you.

Xiao Mozhi, who was walking in front, seemed to hear her muttering to him in her heart, the steps under her feet stopped abruptly, her slender and straight body twisted, and her cold phoenix eyes stared at her: "What did you just say about this king in your heart?" ”