The two of them didn't speak again, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle for no reason, as if it was depressing, heavy, and almost suffocating.
Qu Tan'er slightly moved her eyelashes and glanced at him quickly, but all she saw was Mo Liancheng closing his eyes and concentrating, quite at ease. The corners of his mouth moved, and the sound he wanted to make was still hard when it reached his lips.
Swallowed it back alive.
"Xu."
The carriage stopped.
"Master, we're here." Yu Hao jumped out of the carriage, opened the curtain, and waited for the people in the carriage to get off.
Mo Liancheng glanced at Qu Tan'er indifferently, didn't pay much attention to it, and got out of the carriage alone.
"..." Qu Tan'er shrugged, feeling that he was unlucky. He didn't offend anyone, but was ignored. It was really not a happy thing.
I thought that everything would be over after I got off the carriage, entered the Eighth Prince's Mansion, and then returned to my own snowy courtyard, but...it was a good idea, but it may not necessarily come true.
"Brother Liancheng!"
Suddenly, an extremely delicate female voice sounded, followed by a gorgeous figure, finally ready to throw herself into Mo Liancheng's arms.
Qu Tan'er just stepped out of the carriage and saw this scene. The corner of her mouth twitched. The scene in front of her was a bit familiar. It seemed that it happened in the palace not long ago. It was strangely similar, except for the woman in the arms of a certain master.
"Qingyun." Mo Liancheng still had the same expression, indifferent, and did not immediately push away Zhao Qingyun's actions.
"Brother Liancheng, I have only left the capital for two months, why did you marry the princess? Didn't you promise me that you would marry me as your concubine? Why didn't you wait for me to come back?" Zhao Qingyun started to crackle.
Ladi asked all the questions in his mind.
"Qingyun." Mo Liancheng shouted softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"I don't want it, I don't want it. You are mine, and no one can take it away. How can the words you said not count? Only I can become your princess, and no one can." Zhao Qingyun looked squeamish and pear-shaped.
With tears in her eyes, she hugged Mo Liancheng tightly and refused to let go.
Qu Tan'er stood quietly aside, looking at it with great interest.
How can I have such a blessing? If I don’t look at it now, when will I wait?
It seems that Mo Liancheng is really not an ordinary evildoer. His popularity with women is so good that it makes people jealous. There are so many women in the palace that he can't let go. There is a resentful girl in the palace, and now there is a nympho. It's really...
Just, wait...
Nymphomaniac? Who are you talking about? There are too many people in the palace, don’t want to add one more person? Why will her title of princess be robbed? Could it be that... are you talking about the woman in front of you?
"Qingyun, don't act like a child and make people laugh. My princess is still watching." Mo Liancheng calmly pulled Zhao Qingyun out of his arms. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his arms.
He stretched out his arms and pulled Qu Tan'er towards his chest quickly.
"Yeah." Qu Tan'er was startled and fell into the arms unexpectedly.
"My beloved concubine is in a daze?"
Beloved concubine?
She vomited and wanted to kill this man.
"It seems that my beloved concubine has not come back to her senses yet." Mo Liancheng chuckled evilly. The next moment, before Qu Tan'er could react, he suddenly lowered his head and quickly kissed Qu Tan'er's softness.
of red lips.
"Hmm? What?"
Qu Tan'er was stunned for a while, then came to her senses immediately, and her instinctive reaction was to slap Mr. X to death with her palm, but...