"Yes." Qu Tan'er gritted her teeth and tried her best to show her smile. Damn, let's just talk. If you're still touching, even if you want to act, you should tell her in advance.
"Do you want me to accompany you back to your room?" Mo Liancheng stared deeply, suddenly raised a jade finger, and gently touched her red lips ambiguously, as if he was still nostalgic for the kiss just now, with a lingering feeling.
Reluctant to give up.
"No need." Qu Tan'er moved her head to avoid his touch.
"Are you really not tired?" Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, with a threatening look in his eyes.
Qu Tan'er trembled all over, and felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet to the top of her head for no reason. She didn't dare to say anything if she wanted to refuse. She lowered her head and said softly: "Yes, then Tan'er will thank the prince."
"Brother Liancheng, what about me?" Seeing the two of them leaving, Zhao Qingyun immediately blocked the road and looked at Mo Liancheng pitifully.
"Qingyun, you are not young anymore. You should go back the same way you came."
"No, I don't want to go back. If Brother Liancheng doesn't give me an answer today, I won't go back."
"This king has already married a concubine."
"You didn't do it voluntarily."
"But this king has indeed married a concubine."
"That's what you were forced to do."
Every time Mo Liancheng said something, Zhao Qingyun immediately replied.
"..." Qu Tan'er stood between Mo Liancheng and Zhao Qingyun. Apart from silence, the rest was still silence. Suddenly, she had the illusion that she had torn apart a loving couple again. Otherwise, now,
Who is she? God, she really doubts who she is marrying.
"Qingyun." Mo Liancheng looked helpless.
"Brother Liancheng, I really don't mind. It doesn't matter if I can't be the princess, then I can be the concubine. I don't care about sharing you with other women. I really don't care, as long as..."
"Qingyun, you..."
Mo Liancheng looked at Zhao Qingyun hesitantly, and the way he hesitated to speak gave others unlimited room for imagination.
"..." Qu Tan'er blinked at the side, a little enlightened. Finally, she understood why he was so popular with women, had a good appearance, and also put on a melancholy posture from time to time. If the woman were herself,
, you may also wonder how out of control he is.
However, she didn't know him well, but she wouldn't really think that he was in any way out of his control.
It's the same as acting, and he's not inferior to her at all.
The deeper he thought about it, the more doubtful Qu Tan'er became. Why did Mo Liancheng act like this and involve her, a concubine from a small minister's palace, to take the position of a princess? Anlehou, surnamed Hou Ye, Ruo Mo Liancheng
After marrying Zhao Qingyun, wouldn't the power in the court suddenly increase? It would help him compete for the throne, wouldn't it?
Just as he was thinking of this, Qu Tan'er heard another affectionate confession from a certain infatuated girl, "... As long as brother Liancheng is happy, it doesn't matter to me. I said, I will be yours in life and your ghost in death.
, I will never marry anyone else except you."
"..." Wow, this sentence is lethal enough.
He is his person in life and his ghost in death?
Wait...it sounds familiar again.
Qu Tan'er glanced at Zhao Qingyun and was very sure that the woman in front of her was really not just infatuated with Mo Liancheng.
"Qingyun, what you said is too serious." Mo Liancheng replied softly. Suddenly, the hand around Qu Tan'er's waist suddenly tightened, hinting at something.