Wang Ye is a Demon

The air then fell into a mysterious silence, and Father Xu seemed to see the resistance in Mo Jianchen's eyes.

He watched Mo Jianchen grow up, and he could naturally see some of Mo Jianchen's thoughts. He sighed softly: "In the palace, it is inevitable that something will be unsatisfactory."

Mo Jianchen remained silent. After a while, he slowly asked, "When will you get married?"

"The next day."

After Xu Gonggong finished speaking, Gu Yining's heart sank heavily, and the next day was tomorrow.

The news came suddenly, and everyone in the Eight Princes' Palace began to rush to get married.

The wedding day arrived as scheduled, and Mino was just a side room, so the wedding seemed not as lively as Gu Yining imagined.

It was really boring to stay in Zhiyuan Pavilion, so he started to wander around in the Eight Princes' Mansion, and unknowingly, he turned to the side door of the Eight Wangs Mansion.

Coincidentally, it happened to run into the sedan chair of the side concubine. Several pedestrians walked in from the side door carrying the sedan chair. Although it made Gu Yining feel a little deserted, he still felt a little ritual.

Gu Yining's gaze was then attracted by the sedan chair. She didn't know how grand it was when she married into the mansion that day, but it shouldn't be as lively as the gongs and drums. After all, when she woke up, she was already leaning on Zhi. On the bed of Yuan Pavilion, reluctantly at that time, he still fainted and entered the Eight Princes' Mansion.

The breeze gently lifted the sedan chair. At that moment, Gu Yining saw the person in the sedan chair wearing a red dress. The red color did not seem to be red, with a little pink in it, but it was exceptionally beautiful.

After all, Mino is the lord of Anguo, and the dowry accompanying him is quite a lot. Gu Yining's lineup is considered to be relatively large.

Xijiao passed by her, and her gaze followed that Xijiao. From then on, there was another concubine in the Eight Princes' Mansion. This Eighth Prince's Mansion might become more lively.

Thinking about it, her eyes slowly dimmed. The autumn wind was somewhat cool. Her clothes were a little thin, and her petite body shuddered involuntarily when the wind blew it.

In the next second, the Jinxiu cloak was intimately put on Gu Yining's shoulders. Behind him, a concerned voice came from Huan'er: "Ning'er, the weather has turned cold, Huan'er prepared a cloak for you."

Little hand put on the cloak, she turned her head and looked at Huan'er beside her, the corner of her mouth could not help but raised slightly: "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Huan'er looked at his master with a smile, "Huan'er takes care of his master, it is justified."

She looked at Gu Yining, only to find that there seemed to be a trace of...bitterness in her gentle smile?

But think about it, who would be happy watching his husband or concubine?

Gu Yining moved his gaze away from Huan'er, and then moved to the fading sedan chair. Finally, the group of people slowly turned into a point, and finally disappeared from Gu Yining's sight.

"Huan'er, do you know where your Princess Mino lives?" Gu Yining asked softly.

"It seems to be there in the West Courtyard." Huan'er responded.

"West Courtyard...?" Gu Yining repeated the place Huan'er just said in a low voice. In the West Courtyard, she heard a little bit. The place was a little bit off. The Eight Kings Mansion is too big and there are many places. Slightly heard, but never been.

"Do you want to see Ning'er? If you want to see, Huan'er will lead the way for Ning'er."

"No." Gu Yining simply refused Huan'er, she didn't want to see where the rival was living.

auzw.com "The weather is a bit cold, let me go back and rest." Gu Yining said, and walked towards Zhiyuan Pavilion.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the lights in the Eight Kings Mansion were indeed brightly lit. Gu Yining opened the door and looked out. You can still see some red dots, even here you can feel the celebration of the wedding, presumably in the West Courtyard. It must be even more dazzling red there.

In the west courtyard, in Anxiang Pavilion, on the bed, Princess Mino is sitting quietly, waiting for Mo Jianchen's arrival.

Time passed by, but the room was still quiet, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Squeak--" Finally, the sound of opening the door cut through the long silence. With the sound of the door opening, Mino's heart was also picked up.

Finally, waiting for a happy person.

With a red hijab on her head, she couldn't see what was in front of her, and she couldn't hear the footsteps, so she didn't know whether Mo Jianchen had entered the house.

"His Royal Highness...Is that you?" Mino asked cautiously, with a soft voice rubbing into this dim yellow in the room.

There is no response.

Mino's eyes couldn't help dimming. She has been sitting here for some time. Why hasn't Mo Jianchen come yet?

Just thinking about it, the front suddenly brightened.

The red hijab was lifted.

The man in front of him wore a red robe, and his long body stood straight in front of her like this, it was Mo Jianchen.

He was condescending and trapped her in a shadow. There was no smile on his handsome face. He opened his face coldly. He didn't even say a word, but he had an aura of no anger.

Getting married is obviously a festive event, but at this moment, Minuo feels a little depressed.

"His Royal Highness, you are finally here."

Finally, Mino broke the icy situation first. She smiled and faced Mo Jianchen, only in exchange for a cold "um".

Mino looked at Mo Jianchen, the enthusiasm was extinguished, and all that was left was disappointment. She smiled, and there was some bitterness in her smile, but soon, she took the bitterness back abruptly: " Your Highness, on the day of marriage, why are you frowning?"

Looking at Mino’s exquisite beauty, Mo Jianchen couldn’t take the slightest interest. He said nothing, did not respond to Mino’s words, turned around, walked to the table, took the glass of wine on the table, and then moved again. Stepping to the edge of the bed, he neatly stuffed the wine glass into Mino's hand.

"Since you insist on marrying this king, then drink this glass of wine. From tomorrow on, you will be this king's concubine."

Mino took the wine glass, his delicate face showed a smile as he wished.

"The king can only give you status. As for love, this king advises you to stop thinking about it."

The icy tone, like a basin of cold water, poured on Mino mercilessly.

In the next second, the smile on Mino's face froze. She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Jianchen in front of her. She stood up leisurely, her beautiful eyes were clear, but it was impossible to figure out what she was playing. The abacus: "You and I have a relationship with the two countries, if the father knew that I had a bad time in Mexico..."

"That's your fault." Before Minor could finish speaking, Mo Jianchen immediately interrupted her, his eyes were cold, as if he could release a chilling arrow.

She was threatening him, but unfortunately, what he hates most is the threat, not to mention that he is not afraid of this threat at all.