[69 Book Bar - www.] Seeing that Jun Ruyi didn't answer, her pale lips raised a perfect arc: "Those so-called hardships and guilt should remain in my heart. After you go to the underworld,
Explain it to that silly woman in person!"
"you!"
In anger, Jun Rucheng raised his hand again, but when his eyes touched her abnormally red and swollen cheek, with five finger prints clearly printed on it, he dropped his eyes in distress.
...
Sighing softly, he opened his thin lips and smiled self-deprecatingly: "You are right, I should keep those words. When I go to the underworld and see her, I can deeply confess to her, and then,
Beg her forgiveness! Maybe..."
"Hehehe, maybe?"
Looking at the 'wandering thoughts' in his eyes, she sneered, her eyes as sinister as a tiger or a wolf, mercilessly destroying the only illusion he had with every word and every sentence...
"If I were her, even if the person who betrayed me fell at my feet again, I would never be so great and forgiving as to say forgive!"
Jun Ruyin: "..."
At this moment
"Ahem..."
Looking around, outside the cell door, he was wearing a gorgeous white fur robe, with his head slightly raised, his back against the dark wall, his lips as blooming as cherry blossoms, outlining the shape of a waxing moon, as gentle as flowing water.
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"Weak minister, please see the prince!"
Looking out of the cell door, he saw a figure that was like pearls and jade, exuding a noble and gentle temperament. Junru walked out of the cell with a quick step, and knelt down on the dirty and smelly ground with great reverence. He bowed respectfully.
Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, because he didn't know when Feng Moyan arrived? In other words, how much did he listen to the conversation he had just had with Mo Qingwu?
In a moment of embarrassment, he turned around, only to see that Mo Qingwu had already sat back on the simple bed at some point, and at this moment, she was holding her chin with one hand, raising her charming eyes, and said Feng Moyan with interest.
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It was as if she was not surprised by his 'unexpected arrival'!
Seeing this situation, Feng Moyan smiled brightly and didn't take it seriously. Instead, he waved his hand to signal Jun Ru to stand up. His black jade-like eyes exuded a deep warmth:
"Haha, the two of you seem to be having a great time chatting. I wonder if my arrival has disturbed you?"
"No, no, no!"
Hearing this, Junru was stunned, shook his head hurriedly, and even waved his hands: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has a clear vision, I am... I am just... just..."
Feeling uneasy, he wandered outside the cell door, his brows furrowed. For a moment, he couldn't think of the perfect words to cover up the conversation he had just had with Mo Qingwu!
However, Feng Moyan seemed to have no intention of listening to his explanation. She stepped gracefully and walked straight past him, looking into the cell at Mo Qingwu, whose eyebrows were like an ink painting and whose expression was like autumn water...
The picturesque smile between the lips and teeth is warm and hard to fathom:
"Did I disturb you? Qing Wu..."
Qingwu???
Hearing this, Jun Ru suddenly raised his head and looked at Feng Moyan, whose profile was as perfect and handsome as a Greek sculpture!
He was the eldest prince! But he knew that she was a dying prisoner. Not only did he not shy away from it, but he called her name so ambiguously and intimately...
...
Like an injured cat licking its wounds, leaning slightly weakly on the bed, Mo Qingwu narrowed her charming eyes and still dealt with it unruly:
"What do you think? Prince"
The smile is as bright as a flower, and the pale corners of the lips draw a crescent-like arc on that alluring face, absolutely beautiful, without a single flaw!
"Actually, I just want to know how your injury is, and I never thought it would disturb you! Please forgive me for being too impulsive and caring this time, okay?"
The gentle voice was as soft as catkins swaying, blending fairy and demonic auras. It was pure and beautiful, carrying a bone-deep charm, surrounding it from all directions.
"Hehehe..."
Facing Feng Moyan, who was as gentle as the breeze, Mo Qingwu chirped and laughed out loud:
"Suppose, the person who is thrown into death row today and will be executed tomorrow is you, the prince! Then, do you think you still have the right to decide whether to forgive or not?"
"Presumptuous! Mo Qingwu, the daring prisoner on death row, I will not allow you to be so disrespectful to the prince!"
With a sharp shout, Jun Ru slowed down his steps and was about to step into the cell where Mo Qingwu was located again, but was stopped by Feng Moyan who happened to be standing outside the cell door:
"It's out of the way!"
After saying that, he turned back, looked at Jun Ruxi, and smiled slightly: "By the way, Prime Minister Jun, when I came out just now, my father seemed to be about to send someone to find you and go back."
Jun Ruyi: "This..."
Confused, he turned to Mo Qingwu, who was covered in injuries and was extremely weak. There was a faint hint of embarrassment, confusion, and indecision in his eyes!
until...
"In my opinion, you should go back first. After all, my father's words are the imperial edict! No one is allowed to disobey it, and no one is allowed to be negligent, right?"
Looking up, Feng Moyan's smiling eyes were gentle and affectionate, but they couldn't hide such a clear and wise mind...
"In that case, I'll take my leave first."
As if he had seen a demon in hell, Jun Ruhe's face turned pale. In the end, he looked at Mo Qingwu deeply with reluctance, and then left in a hurry in fear!
"Either, disguise to the end! Or, show your true face from the beginning! Like you, the prince, are both an angel and a devil. What is your purpose?"
Caressing the shocking scars on her arms, which were as delicate as gelatin, she smiled faintly, gritted her teeth, and pulled off the unsightly strand of clothes. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain that made her tremble slightly.
"My king's purpose is very simple..."
Stepping straight into the cell, he did not mind the stinking environment around him. He bent down slightly, gently stroked her abnormally red and swollen cheek, and said softly: "It's you!"
"Mo Qingwu is just a prisoner on the verge of death. Please show some respect, Your Majesty!" As if she was electrocuted, she habitually did not want to be touched by others and stepped aside.
"Hehehe, why are you questioning my words?"
Feng Moyan didn't seem angry at her evasion. There was a trace of cynicism hidden in his eyes as deep as black pools, which made people feel a distant sense of alienation.
She looked at it and was slightly stunned. She was lost in thought for a long time before...
"Oh, if this is really the case, then I, the little girl, will be really miserable!"