His lips curved into a gentle smile. He leaned down, picked up the plain silk, and gently stroked the delicately embroidered word "Purple" with his fingers, "I married you partly because of the Feng family.
But, if you were Feng Xizi without the Feng family, I would still marry you!"
He raised his eyes, his eyes were smiling and as gentle as water: "Even if you are a prisoner, a beggar, or a woman from a brothel, I will marry you. There is only one in heaven and earth, three mountains and five mountains, thousands of rivers and mountains, and the wind and tide are purple."
His first time, such a clear and domineering confession... Feng Xi Ziying's lips trembled slightly, "Mo Zhilan..."
"If I were not the prince, I was a beggar, a prisoner, and the lowest of the low. Feng Xizi, if I was just Mo Zhilan and not the regent, would you marry me?" Feng Xizi looked at her with burning eyes.
On her face, Mo Zhilan stretched out her hand, handed the plain silk to her, and asked word by word: "Answer me, will you marry me?"
"I...I..."
Feng Xizi lowered her head and looked at the word "Purple" on the plain silk and the white and slender fingers holding the word.
They had known each other for five years, and they had engaged in intrigues, intrigues, and even hurt each other. However... these hands had another kind of magic power, which seemed to be the magic power that could support her until she grew old and died.
Looking up, Mo Zhilan's elegant and exquisite face reflected in her eyes.
This man is both a monster and a vixen. With just one face, he has attracted countless women to be frivolous. But it is not this face that Feng Xizi loves...
What she loves and likes is this man, this man named Mo Zhilan, regardless of identity or calculation. What she loves is the soul that belongs to Mo Zhilan in his body.
Suddenly, she smiled brightly, her face bloomed like a peach blossom, and she was instantly charming.
"I, I would like to——" "Miss."
As the door was pushed open, Qiyu interrupted Feng Xizi's words, walked a few steps, paused and looked at the two people in the room.
Feng Xizi stood under the window with a smile, while Mo Zhilan held the silk yarn in his hand, seemingly about to hand it to Feng Xizi.
There was no need to hear what they said, just by looking at it, Qiu Yu already knew that they had reconciled... A trace of bitterness flashed across his eyes, Qi Yu lowered his head and said, "I have met the prince."
Mo Zhilan looked deeply at Qi Yu. This young man had a mysterious origin and a peerless appearance. He was obviously not an ordinary person. As for his identity and the purpose of approaching Feng Xi Zi, he had already guessed it. Qi Yu
The suppressed emotion in her eyes could be hidden from Feng Xizi, but not from Mo Zhilan.
She was very unhappy that another man had affection for his woman. Mo Zhilan smiled gracefully: "Qiyu, you have worked hard to protect Zi'er these days. With you here, I can rest assured."
Does this mean that Feng Xizi is his?
Qiyu raised her delicate and beautiful red lips slightly, and responded lightly: "As the lady's guard and the manager of the Feng family, it is Qiyu's duty to protect the lady. What does it have to do with the prince?"
"Zi'er is my wife, so I naturally value her safety."
"In the past, yes. But now, the young lady is not the prince or princess. The prince must have forgotten that his majesty decreed that the prince marry Princess Loulan Qingwu." Unhurriedly, Qiyu raised her head, her black hair crossing the corners of her eyes and brows.
, showing an extremely charming smile.
"..." After a pause, Mo Zhilan gritted his teeth and whispered: "I will not marry Xuan Qingwu. The person I identify is Feng Xizi, not Xuan Qingwu."