"Mo Yuzhuang, Yan'er and I are getting married today, why do we want to disrupt the situation?"

Murong Qiulian was not as unbearably excited as Ye Luoliang. Today's wedding ceremony should be a happy event, the greatest joy in his life. He didn't want to do anything, and he didn't want to see blood when marrying the woman he liked.

Therefore, he came to Mo Yuzhuang for peace talks. He just wanted to know the reason, not to cause trouble.

"It's no fun to be idle. Okay?"

A hint of gray flashed across her beautiful eyes, and Mo Yuzhuang hummed disdainfully! She ignored Murong Qiulian's questions about her life.[

"What do you want? Now that the entire world of Dahuang belongs to you, what else do you want?"

The darkness in the beautiful eyes is the unique sadness that can be captured.

Murong Qiulian knew that Mo Yuzhuang hated him for not letting him massacre Guian, so when he got married to the woman, he hid the woman and caught the she-wolf to laugh at him, because of his anger.

Let go of your resentment and complain about that woman.

Murong Qiulian himself didn't care too much. He just didn't want to wrong the woman with whom he finally got together in a legitimate way. His relationship with her made him always treasure it with special care and keep it as a treasure.

"Are you willing to kneel down to me? If you are willing, I will return Yan'er to you."

Mo Yuzhuang caught a glimpse of the sadness on Murong Qiulian's face, picked up the teacup, threw it on the ground, and tapped it with her fingertips.

"Are you sure?"

His eyes stopped on the tea cup porcelain pieces on the ground. Murong Qiulian was not sure if this was another way of Mo Yuzhuang to relieve his anger.

"Kneel down or not, it's up to you!"

He flicked his sleeves on the tea table, and all the four or five teacups on the table fell to the ground and exploded. The sharp edges reflected Mo Yuzhuang's careless and casual attitude.

I want to marry Yan'er, but how can I do it if I can't pass him?

Among the men who could enter Dahuang's harem, except for those who were at the same time as him, who has not knelt on the white porcelain piece? Who has not left some blood as a souvenir on his Fengluan Palace?

"Okay. I kneel!"

Wanting to get married to your own woman is really a time-consuming task.

When a woman's family has such an imposing head husband as Mo Yuzhuang, who would dare to do something inappropriate while the woman is away?

The flaming red clothes are as gorgeous as the lanterns and moon of the Yuan Festival, filled with joy and auspiciousness.

Murong noticed that Mo Yuzhuang didn't seem to be paying much attention to it, but in fact his nervous eyebrows were shaking unnaturally, and he knew that this move he had to do was inevitable.

With his clothes unbuttoned, Murong Qiulian stood at the place where the porcelain fragments were most scattered, looked at Mo Yuzhuang with a deep look, and knelt down without even blinking.

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It was the sound of white porcelain shards cutting through clothes and piercing the skin, pulling out long blood lines from the blood-stained clothes and satin materials, and drops of blood dripping out under Mo Yuzhuang's eyes.

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"I kneel too! I kneel too!"

Mo Yuzhuang saw that Murong Qiulian had really followed her willful words. She was about to say something when she suddenly saw the ice-cold and beautiful man who had been standing outside the palace door from the beginning and rushed in stupidly.

When he arrived at the palace, he suddenly knelt down in front of him, and the cloud-like blood flowers instantly opened the blood gate under Mo Yuzhuang's shoes.

"you

Ye Luoliang suddenly broke into the house, breaking Mo Yuzhuang's original intention to play with Murong Qiulian to vent her thoughts.

Mo Yuzhuang stood up from her seat, sat down again, moved her lips with a complicated expression, stretched out her hand to call Nan Ming who was waiting outside the hall and said: "Go and invite the emperor out!"

"Yes, Master."

Nan Ming bowed and retreated into the inner hall. After a while, he held a jade-polished spiritual tablet with his hands raised above his eyebrows and handed it to Murong Qiulian.

"Many, many thanks to the emperor for making it possible!"

The color of the jade is pure and white, and the spirit contains the cold breath that belongs to women, which is the smell of his longing.

Murong Qiulian took the Queen's tablet from Nan Ming, tremblingly pulled Ye Luoliang to stand up together, bowed respectfully to Mo Yuzhuang, and the two of them supported each other and left the palace.

"I wish you and Yan'er

A thousand-year-old white jade, a posthumous tablet engraved with a woman's face, even if Murong Qiulian and Ye Luo Liangning destroyed their bodies at this moment, they still wanted to marry the woman in their room!

How ridiculous! How absurd!

I don't want to believe the lies anymore and listen to the nonsense of the charlatans and magicians, saying that in that white jade statue, there actually lives an ownerless ghost whose bones have been pierced by thousands of arrows.

How could his woman, who had done so many good deeds, suffered so much, and had such a kind heart, wait until she died and become a wild spirit in the barren mountains, with no one to take her in?

Liars are all liars!
Chapter completed!