Only hearing a low and magnetic call, Mo Duoduo trembled all over. She turned her head curiously and saw a young man in Xuanyi standing not far behind her. Xuanyi and the night
Fused together, Mo Duoduo almost couldn't tell whether he was a human or a ghost.
When she reacted from her panic, she noticed that he was a person. Here, everything was dark, except for the clear light of the bright moon above her head. The moonlight was like water flooding the palace, standing in front of Mo Duoduo.
The young man in the distance, with his facial features outlined in the moonlight, outlines a handsome and heroic face.
When it became clear that the face was that of the disgusting Xuanyuan Chenjing, Mo Duoduo clenched her fists angrily and shouted: "None of your business!"
Xuanyuan Chenjing ignored Mo Duoduo's yelling, turned around slowly, and said softly: "Let's go, I'll take you home!"
"Who wants you to give it away!" Mo Duoduo mumbled stiffly.
"Oh, really, then I'll leave first, don't follow me!" Xuanyuan Chenjing turned around and left without any hesitation.
"I..." Seeing that he was really gone, Mo Duoduo quickly stood up and chased after him quickly.
Is it possible that she really wants to stay in this gloomy palace for one night? She doesn't want it, she doesn't want it even to death. So... I can only go after this damn crown prince shamelessly.
"This is the Cold Palace in the palace. Do you know where the Cold Palace is?" Feeling the sneaky footsteps behind her, Xuanyuan Chenjing, who was walking in front, raised her lips and asked with a shallow smile.
"Leng Gong?" Mo Duoduo wondered.
"Yes!" Xuanyuan Chenjing continued to say in a neutral tone: "Do you know that this palace has a history of hundreds of years?"
"This..." Mo Duoduo scratched her head. She had no idea what Xuanyuan Chenjing meant. Moreover, she was suddenly tested on history.
"Our Xuanyuan clan has been in charge of China for thousands of years since the Tang Dynasty. It has also been thousands of years since we built a capital and a palace here. Although the palace has been overhauled several times, it is no longer what it used to be.
But because of the consideration of Feng Shui, the internal layout has never changed. Therefore, the history of Leng Palace has been thousands of years!" Xuanyuan Chenjing continued.
"I don't understand what you are talking about?" Why are you telling her this all of a sudden? She has no interest in what the palace is like.
"Three thousand beauties in the harem, you must have heard of this. The emperors in the past had many beauties, but once those beauties offended the emperor, they would live in the cold palace until their death. Many women who were thrown into the cold palace ended up being
Ending with hatred. Therefore, in the cold palace, it is said that there are many women’s grievances gathered. Every night, there will be ghosts crying and wolves howling..."
As soon as Xuanyuan Chenjing finished speaking, a gust of wind blew up from all around. Mo Duoduo was already trembling slightly while Xuanyuan Chenjing was telling her story. Suddenly, she heard the whistling wind again, and she felt like
Ghosts cry for a while
She suddenly took Xuanyuan Chenjing's words seriously and no longer cared whether she hated this guy or not. She spread her legs and quickly caught up with Xuanyuan Chenjing in front of her, and then she didn't care whether he was happy or not, hanging like a koala.
She held his arm and refused to let go.
Mo Duoduo didn't notice that the corner of Xuanyuan Chenjing's lips curled up slightly the moment she hugged his arm...