Xue Yilan looked at Ning Xuemo beside her, and her heart moved, so she smiled lightly at the girl, her smile was shallow, like a flower: "Yes." "I poured her a cup of tea.

The girl was flattered, took a sip of tea very ladylikely, and then had nothing to say to Xue Yilan.

Xue Yilan dealt with her casually, while secretly observing Ning Xuemo's face, wanting to see a trace of strangeness on her face.

But she didn't expect Ning Xuemo to notice him here at all, they were at the window, her eyes were glancing out of the window, her eyes were empty. I don't know what I'm thinking.

Xue Yilan suddenly felt that he was excited, and he secretly clenched his fists.

The current Ning Xue Mo is like Xue Yimo in his previous life!

Y Yu, calm, as if she doesn't care about anything, and hides all her thoughts in her heart, so that people can't guess what she's thinking.

"Emperor! The emperor is here! The emperor really appeared! An excited exclamation suddenly came from downstairs, which instantly made the entire teahouse boil.

Ning Xuemo, who had been distracted, also straightened up suddenly, shook the teacup in his hand, and splashed a hand of tea.

Xue Yilan's eyes dimmed, and she raised her hand and took out a handkerchief from nowhere to dry the tea stains on her hands: "Why are you so careless?" ”

The words of reprimand were spoken in her mouth, but the movements of her hands were gentle, as if a little heavier would scratch her delicate skin.

The water was quite hot, scalding her fingertips, and she didn't seem to be aware of it, and she didn't hear Xue Yilan's rebuke, and her eyes looked down directly.

No matter where the emperor appears, he will not be notified in advance, he will appear suddenly. Of course, he will cause a great sensation wherever he appears.

It was the same this time, like Ning Xuemo had seen ten years ago, the group of people surrounding the emperor's palanquin seemed to emerge from the ground, slowly walking through the spacious street below. Everywhere he passed, he fell to his knees......

Everything seems to be a repetition of the past ten years ago, even the boys, those maids, the clothes are still the same, and the pomp is the same.

Ning Xuemo watched the extremely noble carriage slowly move forward surrounded by everyone, and suddenly had a feeling of reliving the old days.

Her fingers holding the teacup slowly tightened, and she looked at the carriage and lowered her eyes slightly.

Not him! It's not him in the carriage! Sitting inside should be the fake Emperor Zun Wumo!

Although the curtain of the carriage was heavily surrounded, Ning Xuemo still came to this conclusion with his keen sixth sense.

Her gaze fell on the carriage again, and a cold sharpness flashed in her eyes!

This Wumo plotted against her ten years ago, almost causing her to lose her life, and also letting her fall into the hands of Xue Yilan and be locked up for ten years.

He hurt her so badly, but he still leisurely acted as his fake emperor, and it seemed that he was not punished for this......

It seems that he has covered up her by skillful methods, so he can still live so nourishingly, but he has put her in hell, and she will have to get it back sooner or later!

Probably because her gaze was too strong, Wu Mo in the carriage that was passing below was slightly shocked in his heart, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction where Ning Xue Mo was.

The place where Ning Xuemo sat was on the second floor of the teahouse, the window was ajar, Ning Xuemo only showed a small half of her body, and when she looked from the direction of Wumo, she could only see her pockmarked face......