One is the emperor and the other is the prince, both of whom are in high positions. These two men are sitting in the pavilion. At this moment, they are just for the same woman.
"She...is tired," I don't know whether to sigh or be sad. Lan Ming can be said to be the first to know Mo Yan, and he is also the one who understands Mo Yan best, but in the end he could only say these two words.
"She is mine," Mu Feng declared his ownership domineeringly. Even though Mo Yan was now Lan Ming's concubine, Mu Feng didn't care at all.
Seeing Mu Feng's domineering words, Lan Ming shook his head, "Prince Feng is indeed as rumored. No, it should be said that he pays more attention to Mo Yan, but do you know why she behaves like this?"
"What?" Mu Feng frowned. Ever since he learned that Mo Yan was Mr. Xue, and then learned that Mo Yan was a woman, step by step, Mu Feng didn't know if Mo Yan was still the Mo Yan he knew, but he knew that his heart was still towards Mo Yan.
"You are overbearing towards You, treating her as a private property. Have you ever thought about how she feels?" Putting down the quilt in his hand, Lan Ming stood by the lake blowing the breeze, "Are you willing to give up the power in your hands?"
"You..." Mu Feng looked at Lan Ming's back, and he was sure of one thing, "You have known each other for a long time."
"Earlier than you all," earlier than the one in Xuecheng. Lan Ming has not met Hua Xianyu a few times, but he doesn't like Hua Xianyu at all. Hua Xianyu is more scheming, just like Mr. Xue has always been
Although they are all selflessly helping Hua Xianyu, Hua Xianyu still doubts that Mr. Xue will plot against Mr. Xue.
After taking two steps, Lan Ming continued, "She has thoughts, thoughts that are different from ours. If she loves her, she will be together for the rest of her life."
Contradictory concepts in this society, how many men have three wives and four concubines, how many beauties and white-haired women shed tears. Lan Ming doesn’t know if he should be glad that Mo Yan has seen through it all, “She is like a gust of wind, she dissipates and disappears.
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Mu Feng frowned slightly. He knew what Lan Ming said, but his thoughts were different. He, Mu Feng, had long recognized Mo Yan, and he had also recognized that they would be together for the rest of their lives.
"Power, status, wealth," Lan Ming turned to Mu Feng and looked at Mu Feng for a while before saying, "She doesn't care at all."
"What on earth do you want to say?" Mu Feng's frown deepened. He knew all this, but he already understood what Lan Ming said.
"It's nothing," Lan Ming said with a smile of success, "As long as she doesn't want to leave, I won't let you take her away."
After saying that, Lan Ming walked out of the pavilion. Now he might go find Mo Yan for snacks.
Mu Feng sat there angrily, a cold light flashed in his eyes, this Lan Ming was indeed not a good guy.