[69 Book Bar-www.] Seeing that Jun Ruxue did not answer, a perfect curve was raised on her pale cherry lips: "Those so-called difficulties and guilt should be kept in your heart. After you go to the underworld, you will explain to that silly woman in person!"

"you!"

In anger, Jun Ruxue raised his hand again, but when his eyes touched her cheeks, which were obviously red and swollen, and were clearly printed with five finger prints, he felt distressed and fell down.

......

With a light sigh, he opened his thin lips and smiled self-deprecatingly: "You are right. I should have kept those words. When I go to the underworld, I will repent to her deeply when I see her, and then pray for her forgiveness! Maybe..."

"Haha, maybe?"

Looking at the 'thinking' in his eyes, she sneered, her eyes were as dark as tigers and wolves, and every word was merciless, destroying the only fantasy he had...

"If I were her, even if I betrayed me and fell to my feet again, I would never be very tolerant and say forgiveness!"

Jun Ruleyou: "..."

At this moment

"Ahem..."

Looking along the sound, outside the prison door, he was wearing a gorgeous white fur robe, slightly raised his head, and his back against the dark wall. His lips blooming like cherry blossoms outlined the shape of a crescent moon, and was gentle like flowing water.

"I am afraid, please see the prince!"

Looking out of the prison door, the figure that was like pearls and jade, exuding a noble and gentle temperament, Jun Ruxue rushed out of the prison cell, restlessly, kneeling on the dirty and smelly ground, respectfully giving a big gift.

Cold sweat oozed out from his forehead because he didn't know when Feng Moyan came? Or how much did he listen to the conversation he had just had with Mo Qingwu?

In a daze, he turned around and saw that Mo Qingwu had long sat back on the simple bed at some point. At this moment, he was holding his cheek with one hand, his eyes were raising, and he was squeezing Feng Moyan with interest.

It seemed that she was not surprised by his "unexpected arrival"!

Seeing this, Feng Moyan smiled brightly and disagreed. Instead, he waved his hand and signaled Jun Rule to get up. His black jade-like eyes were filled with a strong sense of warmth:

"Haha, it seems that they are very comfortable to talk to. I wonder if my arrival has disturbed you?"

"No, no, no!"

After hearing the words, Jun Ruyou paused, shook his head in a hurry, and even waved his hands: "Wang, the prince is clear, the minister... the minister is just... just..."

Uneasy, he wandered outside the cell door, his eyebrows were locked. For a moment, he couldn't think of perfect words to cover up the conversation he had just had with Mo Qingwu!

However, Feng Moyan seemed to have no intention of listening to his explanation at all. He took elegant steps and walked straight past him. Looking in the cell, Mo Qingwu with eyebrows as beautiful as ink paintings and gods as autumn water...

The picturesque smile that was held between the white lips and teeth was warm and unimaginable:

"Have you disturbed me? Qingwu..."

Light dance???

Upon hearing this, Jun Ruxue suddenly looked up and looked at Feng Moyan, with a perfect and handsome side face like a Greek sculpture!

He is the eldest prince! But he knows that she is a dying prisoner, not only does not shy away from it, but instead, he is so ambiguous and intimate, calling her name...

......

Like a cat who was injured and licking the wound, leaning slightly weakly on the bed. Mo Qingwu narrowed her eyes slightly, and she still responded with her:

"What do you think? Prince"

The smile was like a flower, and the corners of the pale lips drew a crescent-like curve on the stunning face, beautiful without any flaws!

"Actually, I'm just a simple person. I want to know how your injury is. I never thought it would disturb you! Forgive me for being too impulsive for caring this time, okay?"

The gentle voice is gentle, swaying like willow catkins, combining fairy spirit and demonic spirit. In the pure and beautiful world, it carries a bone-like charm and surrounds it from all directions.

“Hahaha…”

Facing Feng Moyan, who was as soft as the breeze, Mo Qingwu burst out and laughed out loud:

"If the person who is thrown into death today and who will be sentenced tomorrow is Prince! Then, do you think you still have the right to decide whether to forgive?"

"Rareless! The bold death row prisoner Mo Qingwu, I am not allowed to be so disrespectful to the prince!"

With a loud shout, Jun Ruleyou took a step and was about to step into the cell where Mo Qingwu was, but was stopped by Feng Moyan, who happened to be standing outside the prison door:

"It's not in the way!"

After saying that, he turned around, looked at Jun Rulexue, and smiled slightly: "By the way, Prime Minister Jun, when I came out just now, my father seemed to be trying to send someone to come and go back to you."

Jun Ruleyou: "This..."

Troubled, he turned to Mo Qingwu, who was covered in wounds and was weak, and a hint of embarrassment and confusion flashed in his eyes!

until...

"In my opinion, you should go back first. After all, the words of the father are the imperial edict! No one can disobey, let alone neglect, right?"

As she raised her eyes, Feng Moyan's smiling eyes were gentle and passionate, but she could not cover up her bright and wise scheming...

"Since that's the case, then the empress will take his leave first."

As if he saw the demon in hell, Jun Rule's face turned pale. After reluctantly looking at Mo Qingwu at the end, he left in a hurry in horror!

"Or, disguise to the end! Or, from the beginning, we will show ourselves to the true face! Like you, the prince, you are all angels and devils. What is the purpose of it?"

She stroked the delicate and creamy arm, and the shocking scars, gritted her teeth, and pulled off the annoying clothes. Suddenly, a biting pain made her tremble.

"The purpose of this king is very simple..."

He stepped straight into the cell. He did not dislike the foul smelling surroundings. He bent his waist slightly, gently stroked her extremely swollen cheeks, and said softly: "It's you!"

"Mo Qingwu is just a dying prisoner. Please respect me!" As if she was electrocuted, she was used to being unwilling to be touched and retreated alone.

"Hahaha, why, you are questioning my words?"

Feng Moyan didn't seem angry about her dodge. The trace of cynicism hidden in his deep black pool eyes made people feel a sense of distant alienation.

She looked at it, stunned for a while, and was stunned for a long time before...

"Ha, if this is the case, that little girl, I will be really sad!"
Chapter completed!