"The Emperor lets the Prince in."
When Yang Zhao walked out of the hall, there was no obvious change in his expression.
But when she saw the Crown Prince Qi Feng, she still felt a little pity. After all, if it was really as Emperor Huichen said, then this crown prince had been just a vessel being 'used' since he was expected to be born.
He has been weak since childhood.
It was as if he was born just to absorb the 'Chi' Gu for the royal family of Qi.
Pitiful.
But that's all.
Yang Zhaoke is not so saintly as to do anything for him.
"Are you hurt?"
At this moment, a sudden and deep male voice sounded beside her. Before Yang Zhao could react, her hand was grabbed by someone.
I saw a cut between her.
Very small.
It looked like it had been bitten and was still bleeding.
Yang Zhao glanced at her hand, then looked at Mo Junran who was holding her hand, and pulled her hand back casually: "It's okay, I bit it myself."
But I found that my hand was not withdrawn.
Mo Junran stared at the small wound on her jade-white finger and frowned, saying, "You are injured."
Yang Zhao: ...?
Didn’t she say that she bit it herself?!
Besides, it was just a small cut, how could it be considered an injury? Yang Zhao was a little confused by his reaction.
Until I heard him say: "You are injured, my mission has failed."
Yang Zhao was slightly stunned.
Then she thought of the contract she had signed with him before coming here, and she couldn't help but laugh: "You protected me very well along the way, and you completed your mission very well without failure. I bit myself this wound..." So it doesn't count.
Mo Junran stared at her seriously, "The contract clearly states that if I get you hurt, it's equivalent to failure. We at Dragon and Phoenix Pavilion always stick to our word. The contract is written exactly as it is."
"You are injured, the mission has failed."
He said again.
Yang Zhao was speechless at his serious expression.
Isn’t it difficult to do business in Longfeng Pavilion?
She doesn't mind, so why should he be so serious?
Could it be that he has too much money to spend and wants to give money to his customers?
But seeing that he was still holding her hand, as if he would not let go unless she said yes, Yang Zhao could only nod: "Yes, I am hurt."
"Well, don't worry, I will compensate according to the contract." Mo Junran said with a slight smile on his face, seeming to be in a good mood.
Yang Zhao: ...?
baffling.
However, Mo Junran still did not let go of the hand that was holding her wrist. Just when Yang Zhao wanted to pull her hand back again, another big hand grabbed the wrist that Mo Junran was holding.
"open."
It was Yang Yueqi who spoke.
He had seen it from the moment before. This guy was just taking advantage of his sister. No matter what mission it was, even a fool could see that his sister didn't want to care about the small wound between her fingers, but this guy was still holding on to it.
What compensation?
Although I don't know the specific situation, as a man, no one understands men better than men.
Yang Yueqi's heart suddenly became alarmed. He grabbed Mo Junran's hand and exerted force, as if he wanted to break the bones in his wrist.
"I told you to let go."
Mo Junran didn't even frown.
Her deep eyes met the masked Yang Yueqi, and she didn't know what he was thinking. Then she raised her lips and said, "I am hers."
These five words made Yang Yueqi's face turn black.
This brat!
When Yang Yueqi raised his other hand and was about to punch his evil face, a helpless female voice rang out: "Big Brother."
Yang Yueqi's hands froze in mid-air.
He then unclenched his fist, touched the mask on his face, and then pulled away Mo Junran's claws from Yang Zhao's wrist. His voice was slightly dry as he asked, "You recognized me after all?"
In fact, he didn't want to hide himself.
It’s just that his current situation is… a little complicated.
Yang Zhao glanced at the mask on Yang Yueqi's face and reached out to help him take it off. When he saw the veins and bloodshot lines on his face, his brows suddenly frowned: "Brother, what's going on?"
Yang Yueqi: "This matter is a bit complicated. I'll explain it to you later."
Yang Zhao didn't rush to ask any further questions after hearing this.
Because soon the prince's sobbing voice could be heard in the palace. It was obvious that Emperor Huichen had passed away...
Yang Zhao looked at the hall with a somewhat dim look in his eyes.
uncle.
The word was not familiar to her.
At least, a person of this identity had never appeared in her memory, but such a person wanted to give her such a huge kingdom just to let her fulfill her mother's wish.
Seriously.
Her heart was moved.
But she also knew that even so, this road would not be easy to walk, but...
Yang Zhao finally accepted it.
Jade seal.
One year.
She'll just have to see what happens in the next year.
Just as Yang Zhao was lost in thought, she felt something seemed to be entangled on her fingertips. Turning her head, she saw Mo Junran lowering his head and bandaging her fingers with a handkerchief, very carefully, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Because he lowered his eyes, his long and narrow eyelashes looked like a palm-leaf fan.
And because she was quite close, she could clearly see the fine hairs and pores on his enchanting face.
This face... is so realistic.
By the time Yang Zhao reacted, her hand had already pinched his fair cheek.
The hand feels delicate and smooth.
Warm and warm.
The touch is exactly like real skin.
Yang Zhao was secretly surprised.
I rubbed it again subconsciously, then followed the jawline to behind the ear to feel where the skin fit.
Mo Junran didn't stop him.
Let her hands rub her face.
To others, the two people's actions seemed a little ambiguous.
Yang Yueqi on the side widened his eyes slightly.
He looked at his sister who was like a 'pervert', and then glanced at the enchanting and good-looking Mo Junran. Suddenly, an indescribable feeling came over him.
It seems that he is indeed his sister's man! !
"Ahem."
A cough.
Yang Zhao finally realized what was happening and paused. Then she withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened and said, "You are so shameless. You are really doing this."
Mo Junran raised the corners of his lips: "Well, good craftsmanship."
For some reason, Yang Zhao coughed lightly in embarrassment when he heard his words.
Emperor Huichen passed away.
Qi Feng, the crown prince, ascended the throne without any twists and turns. After all, all those who deserved to die in the previous rebellion had died, and some who did not deserve to die and those who had ulterior motives had also completely settled down.
"Wang Mei, do you really want to go back?"
Qi Feng, who had already ascended the throne as emperor, came to see Yang Zhao in person.
Yes, he came to see it in person.
Yang Zhao wanted to salute but was stopped by him.
He seemed to know what his father had arranged, and he also knew the relationship between him and Yang Zhao, so when facing Yang Zhao, he was like an older brother.
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