Mu Zhiyu muttered in a low voice, she really couldn't understand that these people who were obviously very powerful people didn't care about anything, and they had to put any burden on her, a person from another planet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jin Canghai's predecessors are like this, the carefree people are like this, and the abbot of Huizhi is also like this. Now, even the Pavilion Master of the Hidden Pavilion said that only she was the key to dominating the Thousand Continents. She is the only one who can open the place of seclusion.

can't help but smile bitterly, can't I think of her too much?

Now, she is dying, why don't you see them come out to save her?

Everyone says something unfathomable, says something that cannot be divulged, and then lets her understand it for herself. What kind of turnaround, what phoenix nirvana, what rebirth from the ashes, is just a vain statement, not a reality.

Suddenly remembering the words of the Pavilion Master of the Hidden Pavilion, a glimmer of light flashed in Murong Lingche's eyes, maybe things were really as he said, the turning point was on her, but what could it be?

Mu Zhiyu raised his eyes to see his frowning appearance, and couldn't help but reach out to smooth it, but Murong Lingche's body suddenly arched forward, and opened his mouth to take her hand in his mouth.

Mu Zhiyu's face turned red suddenly, and then he buried his head in his arms and stopped looking at him.

Murong Lingche's eyes were fluorescent, shining like obsidian, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Raising his eyes to look at Fang Liang, his gaze was deep and distant, and he said softly: "Yu'er, in the future, don't think about leaving me again." We've wasted so much time, and one more second of not seeing you and I'm going crazy......"

Mu Zhiyu looked up at him, forcibly suppressed the tears in his eyes, and nodded heavily: "Okay, I promise you that I will never leave you again." ”

Murong Lingche tightened his arms, hugged her even tighter, lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her lips, and suddenly frowned and asked, "Did you find anything different from before in your body?" I'm not referring to the symptoms of your condition. ”

Mu Zhiyu thought for a while, then shook his head: "No." What's wrong? ”

Murong Lingche's eyes were condensed, he looked at her with lowered eyes and shook his head: "It's okay." In a few days, he was sure, he would find it.

"By the way, I haven't punished you for marrying a second husband yet!"

Mu Zhiyu was pondering, and before he could react, the whole person was pressed under Murong Lingche.

"What ......" Mu Zhiyu's face was slightly red, and as soon as he spoke, his voice was drowned out in his feverish kiss.

Mu Zhiyu's hands hooked his neck, and he didn't resist, but responded eagerly to him.

Murong Lingche felt her response, and deepened the kiss even more hotly.

Shortness of breath, just after further warming, Murong Lingche suddenly woke up. Reason told him that now her body couldn't withstand too much enthusiasm, and he couldn't go on.

Stopping further movements, Murong Lingche's forehead was bulging, her eyes were dark, she buried her head in her neck socket, and gasped for breath.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhiyu calmed his breath and asked softly.

Murong Lingche worked hard to put the desire in his body. The fire was suppressed, and then he came down from her, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it." Therefore, I am willing to endure and wait. ”

Mu Zhiyu's heart was a soft mess, and he said to him without thinking: "Actually, Shui Mo Xuan and I are just fake marriages. We've never taken a step forward. ”

"I know."

"You know? Then you just just... Also ......"

"I'll tease you."

Mu Zhiyu suddenly raised his hand and twisted it on his arm, Murong Lingche pretended to cry out in pain, then opened his arms and hugged her in his arms.

Mu Zhiyu smiled slightly, and then quietly felt the warmth transmitted to her by his body, and finally fell asleep in his arms.

Three days later, it was the day of the burial of the princess of the water country.

The sky was overcast, the wind was cold, and paper money was flying in the wide streets of the city.

A group of people wearing white filial piety clothes came slowly from the direction of the prince's mansion.

The leader is Shui Mo Xuan, holding the spiritual seat of the crown princess in his hand, his face is solemn, and he slowly moves forward.

Behind him, white spirit flags fluttered in the wind, and the deep voice of long horns continued to rise and fall as the team moved forward.

The people of the city retreated to the sides of the street, and they couldn't help but feel sad as they looked at the procession of spirits.

It has only been more than 20 days since the prince got married, and the princess passed away, which inevitably makes people feel that God is making people.

This is the only time they have ever seen that there is no ornate and solemn scene in the royal funeral, but it is similar to a folk funeral.

However, in the eyes of the people, the prince personally dressed the princess in linen and filial piety and sent her to be buried, which will deeply move them compared to any gorgeous form.

This is nothing more than a husband bidding farewell to his wife, throwing off all the shackles of royalty. It also made the people more aware of the prince's deep affection for the princess.

The procession of sending the spirit gradually moved away, and in the crowd, Murong Lingche and Mu Zhiyu's expressions were cold and heavy.

"I owe him so much."

Mu Zhiyu's heart ached faintly, Shui Mo Xuan did this for her, if she was indifferent, then she would be vain.

However, she still has to lose him after all.

Even if she left a small corner in her heart, she would not allow two men to exist in her heart at the same time, so she had to seal him deep in her heart.

The key that was unsealed was also buried with the coffin today.

Murong Lingche was actually grateful to Shui Mo Xuan, if it weren't for him, maybe she wouldn't have survived until now.

Even though he knew that Shui Mo Xuan's sincerity and dedication to her were not less than him, he could only secretly admire her. Because there's no way he's going to let go......

After a long time, Murong Lingche hugged her and said in a deep voice, "Let's go." ”

Mu Zhiyu's small body was tightly hugged by him, and he walked in the opposite direction of the spirit sending team step by step, gradually hiding in the congested crowd.

Shui Mo Xuan still walked forward with a gentle step, and at this moment, a trace of relief suddenly flashed in his heart.

Recalling the face he had just seen in the crowd on one side, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Seeing her happy, he had no regrets......

The small courtyard in the city was rented by Ling Feng, and since he didn't know how long they were going to stay here, he didn't choose the guest house. And it's much more casual than a guest house, and it's better to hide your identity.

Murong Lingche and Mu Zhiyu walked back to the courtyard holding hands, at this moment, they were like an ordinary couple, forgetting their identity, forgetting their mission, and just wanting to live their simple and ordinary lives.

When she went up the steps, Murong Lingche carefully supported her, making Mu Zhiyu feel helpless and warm. Isn't she pregnant again, as for being so careful?

Thinking of this, Mu Zhiyu's face suddenly became gloomy, and a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes. child, she still failed to give birth to a child for him after all......

Murong Lingche didn't know what Mu Zhiyu was thinking at the moment, so he helped her to the door and raised his hand to knock on the door.

She wanted to live an ordinary life for a few days, so he didn't take her to the wall.

The door opened, and a familiar purple color greeted you.

Murong Lingche frowned slightly, why did he come?

Mu Zhiyu raised her head inadvertently, but she was shocked beyond measure, and she was suddenly surprised and happy.

Next, I heard the familiar and underwhelming voice: "Xiao Yu'er, you miss my brother to death!" Come here, let my brother hug! (To be continued.) )