Wang Ye is a Demon

Gu Yining looked at the bottle of holy water, but was stunned for a while-how did Mo Chenghao know that there are cats in the Eighth Prince's Mansion? Also, why did Mo Chenghao give them holy water? What if there is a cat in the palace?

The Mo Chenghao in front of her was so unfamiliar to her at the moment, as if she was not the same person as the Mo Chenghao she had previously known. Maybe... they were not the same person, but they just happened to have exactly the same name. A same skin bag.

"Brother King's kindness is accepted by the eighth brother. If there is nothing wrong, I will not be with you." Mo Jianchen said calmly. After summoning people to put away the holy water, he took the hand of Gu Yining and prepared to leave.

A force led Gu Yining to turn around and walk outside the door. Gu Yining couldn't bear to look back at Mo Chenghao, as if he wanted to confirm whether he was the Mo Chenghao she had previously known.

Her eyes were facing each other. At this moment, she suddenly felt that Mo Chenghao's eyes were so strange, so distant, and so dangerous.

A burst of warmth faintly came to the palm of her hand, Gu Yining raised her face, looking at Mo Jianchen beside him, walking beside him, there was an indescribable sense of security, as if he could protect her whole life.

After walking a few steps, Mo Jianchen slowly stopped, and slowly let go of her hand holding her tightly: "If there is nothing wrong, you can go back first."

"What about you?" Gu Yining asked subconsciously.

"This king has something to do." Mo Jianchen said calmly, then turned around and disappeared before Gu Yining's eyes.

In the room opposite Mingxianzhai, Jun Li was sitting there, playing with his herbs leisurely as in the past, sometimes grabbing a handful of herbs and sniffing them in front of his nose, sometimes holding a pen to write on the paper. What's going on.

The sun poured down on him, and his black hair was slightly golden in the sun. He stood up leisurely and walked slowly toward the door—the ice blue wasn't enough, he had to pick up a little more.

As soon as I stepped out of the house, I saw the oncoming maid, who was holding a bottle in her hand, and the liquid in the bottle was faintly with golden spots.

Jun Li couldn't help frowning, isn't this holy water?

"What are you doing with this?" Jun Li stepped forward.

"This is something the prince gave to the eighth prince to celebrate his victory." The maid said truthfully, and Mo Jianchen asked her to put it away, and she took it to Mingxianzhai. .

"Give it to me, let me give it to Jian Chen." Jun Li stretched out his hand and drew out the bottle from the maid's hand.

"Then trouble Junli." The maid smiled slightly at Junli, turned and left.

Jun Li held the holy water, and the bottle reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, which made him squint his eyes slightly.

Mo Chenghao gave it to Mo Jianchen?

There was a trace of doubt in Jun Li’s eyes. What this holy water is, he knew clearly in his heart—this holy water is a natural enemy of cats. If an ordinary cat touches it, it will die. If a cat demon touches it, though Will not die, but will also greatly reduce the skill.

For Mo Jianchen, this was harmful and unhelpful.

Jun Li's eyes tightened, what kind of abacus was Mo Chenghao's heart?

Everyone knows that Mo Chenghao and Mo Jianchen have always been the emperor's two favorite sons, one is the son of the empress, and the other is the child of the emperor's dead concubine. The dispute between the two princes is also the fiercest.

Slender fingers held the bottle of holy water, turned around and threw it into the house-you have to throw it out of the Eight Kings Mansion one day. This holy water is powerful, like a time bomb, and it will explode at any time. The danger of Mo Jianchen can never be touched.

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"Jian Chen, the great prince gave you holy water?!" Jun Li looked at Mo Jianchen incredulously, as if he would only dare to believe it after Mo Jianchen had personally confirmed it.

Mo Jianchen gave a faint hum.

"Don't worry, this water is locked by me now. I will throw it away after I leave the house the next day." Jun Li looked at Mo Jianchen. Mo Jianchen was his best brother. He would never let Mo Jian Chen received any harm, just like when Mo Jianchen protected him when he first entered the Palace of Eight Princes.

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The night gradually deepened, and the palace gradually returned to tranquility. In Zhiyuan Pavilion, Gu Yining lay down on the bed with a tired body, and his mind was full of Mo Chenghao——I thought I had traveled to the ancient city of Mo. Haohui was the Mo Chenghao she knew, but she didn't want them to just happen to have the same skin.

The beautiful eyes dimmed a lot, she tilted her head, and her little hand stroked the moon: "The moon...you say...how can the difference between this person be so big? Obviously the two people look exactly the same. But there is a world of difference..."

The room was quiet, and the moon seemed to not understand what she was saying, and did not give any response, not even looking at her.

"Did I always love the wrong person..." Gu Yining muttered softly.

In modern times, her love for Mo Chenghao is the same as Yun Xiangqi's love for Mo Jianchen—not to love, and back to ancient times, Mo Chenghao made her feel so strange and dangerous.

Perhaps this is destiny. It has already been arranged for you, some things will not belong to you.

No matter, it has been worn for so long in ancient times, and it is estimated that I can't wear it back again. It's better to stay here at ease, maybe one day you can wear it back suddenly.

Gu Yining thought about it, and got into the bed.

In the dimness, she saw Mo Jianchen walking in from the door, and her long body slowly approached her, with a nice smile on her handsome face, like a prince charming.

"Why are you here?" Gu Yining looked at him suspiciously, trying to get up, only to find that he was weak and hot at the moment - his body seemed to be hot involuntarily, but it was not a sick time. Kind of hot.

Slender hand uncomfortably pulled his clothes apart, trying to ease the indescribable heat.

In front of him was Mo Jianchen who was approaching step by step. He walked up to her in a hurry, and then sat on the side of her bed.

Hot—At this moment, she was getting hotter and hotter, she began to restlessly, looking at Mo Jianchen in front of him, for a moment, she had the urge to hug him.

"Mo Jianchen...I'm so hot..." Gu Yining tugged at her clothes, looking at Mo Jianchen in front of him in a vague way, and slowly exposed his fragrant shoulders like snow, "What to do...help help me……"

Mo Jianchen didn't say a word, but just sat there with an evil charm at the corner of his mouth: "Want this king to help you?"

Gu Yining hummed softly.

"Pray for this king." Mo Jianchen responded.

"Please..." Gu Yining twisted her body uncomfortably, and moved closer to Mo Jianchen, "Your Highness, I'm so uncomfortable..."

This kind of discomfort was like being drugged. The closer you get to Mo Jianchen, the more you have an urge to touch him.

Mo Jianchen's big hand slowly wrapped around Gu Yining's waist, she stood up sensitively, her hands wrapped around his neck involuntarily, and her soft lips lightly pressed against the base of his ears, gently biting His ears: "His Royal Highness... want me..."