The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

Wushang hesitated for a moment, then quickly disappeared into Beiyuan.

But at this moment, Mo Youyou lost his way in Prince Jing's Mansion again, and finally found Nanyuan, but was stunned by the scene in front of him. What did she see? A man and a woman meeting in the corner of Nanyuan? It can't be so sad, can this kind of thing happen to her?

Mo Youyou quietly hid beside a big tree in Nanyuan and stared at the pair of men and women in the corner with round eyes, only to hear the woman whisper something in the man's ear, and the man stretched out his hand to hold her back. After flirting with the woman's chin, Mo Youyou pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but he couldn't hear anything.

But looking at the man's attire, he doesn't look like an ordinary person. How could he do such indecent things in King Jing's Mansion, and in broad daylight?

After a while, seeing the man's hand slowly grabbing towards the woman's chest, Mo Youyou hugged the tree tightly, opened his mouth in an O-shape, and stared at him with wide eyes. That one man and one woman.

Isn't this too open? Shouldn't this kind of scene be seen in her hometown? Unexpectedly, the ancient people were more unrestrained than the modern people.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came: Miss Jiu.

Mo Youyou didn't even look at Wushang behind him, and waved his hand to remind him in a low voice: Don't talk, I'm learning field combat training.

Wushang didn't understand what Mo Youyou said, but only guessed what she was busy studying now. Seeing her staring at the vicinity of Nanyuan, she noticed something strange, and followed Mo Youyou's line of sight. It's just this look that aroused the dissatisfaction of the man in the corner!

The male god waved his sleeves, and a gust of cold wind swept over him. Mo Youyou felt something was wrong, and quickly stepped back to avoid the man's palm. Seeing this, Wushang was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stood in front of Mo Youyou, and said respectfully to the man in the corner:

Wu Shang see King Xiang.

Mo Youyou raised his eyes and glanced at Wushang's tall back, and then secretly turned his head to look at the displeased man not far away. Just now he had kept his back to him and didn't see his face. Looking at them, Mo Youyou finally saw the man's face.

There was a hostility between his brows, his peach eyes were full of passion, and his thin lips seemed to have a sneer. He was wearing a bright yellow robe with a pair of dragons and phoenixes embroidered on it. Reaching out, he hugged the woman just now into his arms, buried her head in his arms, and blocked the woman's sight.

Suddenly, the man's sinister gaze swept over him, and Mo Youyou hurriedly withdrew his head and hid behind Wushang, holding Wushang's robe tightly with both hands.

This was the first time Wushang was touched by a woman at close range, so the moment Mo Youyou's hand touched his back, Wushang's heart trembled inexplicably. The whole spine was icy cold.

When Mo Youyou heard Wushang calling that man, King Xiang, and Mo Ran's lover, the Fourth Miss of the Mo Mansion, she quickly searched for the memories about King Xiang in her mind. Finally found a man, and confronted the man in front of him.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Mo Youyou loosened Wushang's robe, moved three steps to the right, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Wushang. Wushang felt his back relax, and an inexplicable sense of loss came from his heart. Withdrawing his thoughts, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, he still stared at King Xiang Helianyu vigilantly, in case he would do anything to Mo Youyou.

When He Lianyu was still a foot away from the two of them, his eyes fell on Mo Youyou, and he said coldly:

Youyou, when did you get on good terms with this king's second brother? You actually came to King Jing's mansion as a guest.

Mo Youyou smiled obsequiously, and returned to:

Your Highness King Xiang, how can you have the good fortune to befriend King Jing? Didn't you accidentally damage King Jing's clothes? King Jing mended his clothes.