"Hua Qingcheng!"

Wu Chen stepped forward, grabbed Hua Qingcheng's hand, and wanted to take her out.

"Flower Monk, you..."

Hua Qingcheng turned her head to glance at Mu Lige who was sitting below Feng Lingyan, and then shook off Wu Chen's hand.

However, Monk Wu Chen did not give up. He directly put his arm around Hua Qingcheng's waist, picked her up and walked quickly out of the hall. This scene really shocked everyone in the hall.

"Master Wuchen...Qingcheng..."

Ye Maochun, who was sitting on the left side of the upper seat, stared in amazement at Wu Chen carrying Hua Qingcheng away, and his back gradually moving away.

Isn't Master Wuchen a monk? Why does he seem to be entangled with his daughter?

Feng Lingyan, who was sitting at the top with Ye Maochun, rubbed her forehead helplessly, and glanced at Hua Qingcheng's five husbands below with the corner of her eyes.

"Brother, that guy..." Situ Ye looked at Mu Lige with an indescribable expression.

"You stinky monk!"

Han Yichen, who had fought with Wuchen before, felt a surge of jealousy when he saw that flowery monk actually carrying his young wife away. But he pulled up his wide sleeves and tied them up, then took a long step forward, as if he was going out to fight.

"Second brother, third brother...believe in Qingcheng!"

Mu Lige glanced at Situ Ye and Han Yichen who were about to go out to chase the two of them, narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed the irritation in his heart, and then spoke to comfort them.

Although Mu Lige didn't know if Hua Qingcheng could resist the temptation, after all, Wu Chen was indeed very outstanding and had many similarities with him. Given the young wife's infatuation with him, it was indeed possible that this familiarity would make her lose her mind, but he had no choice but to trust Hua Qingcheng.

"Flower Monk, please put me down!"

After Wu Chen carried Hua Qingcheng out of the main hall, he used his lightness skills to fly onto the roof, and then he climbed over the eaves and walls all the way to the fields west of the village.

Hua Qingcheng, who was being held and flying in the air from time to time, had to hold Wu Chen's neck tightly in order to avoid falling to her death.

"My dear sister, it turns out that the field where I come to supervise the villagers working every day is yours!"

Wu Chen took Hua Qingcheng directly to the field where rice had just been harvested, but he did not let Hua Qingcheng go. Instead, he hugged her tighter.

"Oh? Really? That's really hard work for you!" Hua Qingcheng, who was hugged tightly and unable to move, said indifferently.

"My dear sister, don't you think we are destined to be together?"

Under the bright moonlight, Wu Chen looked at Hua Qingcheng in his arms with deep affection.

"In the snowy mountains of Xuanyi Valley, you fell from the sky and landed squarely in my arms. Even though I left later, we were able to meet again. What else could this be but fate?"

"Monk Hua, fate... there are many kinds. There are good fates, and... there are bad fates." Hua Qingcheng suppressed the bitterness in her heart and turned her head to the side.

"You're lying!"

"You didn't say that when we were hugging and kissing and rolling in the snow!"

Wu Chen felt as if his heart was slightly aching.

"I..." Hua Qingcheng was speechless. She was indeed a little confused at the time. (Didn't I know about your relationship with Brother Li at that time?)

"Flower Monk, I... um..."

Hua Qingcheng wanted to speak again, but found that her mouth was blocked by Wu Chen.

With a bit of attachment and reluctance, as well as a strong sense of jealousy and unwillingness in his heart, Wu Chen kissed Hua Qingcheng madly, looking for the sweet taste of the past, but for some reason, his mouth was now filled with bitterness.

"Hua...Hua...He...Shang..."

Hua Qingcheng tried to communicate with Wu Chen again, but was met with an even more crazy kiss from him.

"Hmm~"

Wu Chen, whose lips and tongue were bitten by Hua Qingcheng, endured the pain and the taste of blood and still kissed her without giving up.

“Bang!”

Hua Qingcheng finally raised her hand and slapped Wu Chen, but her heart ached slightly after that.

"Su Mulichen, calm down!"

Taking advantage of the moment when Wu Chen was stunned, Hua Qingcheng finally broke free from his restraints and returned to the ground.

"You... know my identity?" Wu Chen looked at Hua Qingcheng in disbelief.

"Brother Li and I are husband and wife. Since we are husband and wife, there is of course nothing that we cannot talk about."

"Husband and wife?" Wu Chen looked at Hua Qingcheng with a slightly scrutinizing look. Shouldn't they say wife and husband in Laifeng Country?

"We are married and we love each other without a doubt. Husband and wife should be honest with each other." Hua Qingcheng felt guilty towards Mu Lige because she almost lost herself again.

"Why can Su Mulige do it, but I can't?" Wu Chen's eyes were bloodshot. He gently lifted Hua Qingcheng's chin and looked at her with sadness.

"There is an irreconcilable hatred between your father who is the emperor and your brother Li for killing his father and mother, isn't it?" Hua Qingcheng suppressed the bitterness in her heart and hardened her heart to speak out.

"Just...just because I am Su Mutianjun's son, so...so you sentenced me to death, right?" The light in Wu Chen's eyes, which were as bright as stars, suddenly dimmed.

"yes!"

Hua Qingcheng knew that if she didn't harden her heart, all three of them would suffer in the future.

Just imagine, when Brother Li wields his sword to kill Su Mu Tianjun to avenge his parents, how will Su Mu Lichen cope with it? Will he bear the name of patricide for Hua Qingcheng, or will he turn against them for Su Mu Tianjun?

"Hahaha……"

"Hua Qingcheng!"

"You have such a cruel heart!"

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