Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

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On New Year's Eve, Mo Wenchen stayed with Su Qiqi for a whole night. It was not until dawn that Su Qiqi went back to the room in a daze and fell asleep.

Her ups and downs couldn't calm down again.

He did it.

It's just why he still married Hua Qianzi.

With his temper, as long as he didn't want to, how could the king of Baihua Kingdom order him.

After all, he is Dayan's prince.

Not the prince of Hundred Flowers Kingdom.

The affairs in the mansion have been very smooth, Su Qiqi's life has always been peaceful, without any ups and downs, it's not like the painful life in the clothing bureau back then, and it doesn't have the grandeur that a princess should have.

Her life only revolves around Mo Wenchen, and so does her mood.

Because Mo Wenchen was going to marry Hua Qianzi, the house was very busy for a while, which made Su Qiqi extremely busy. Although she didn't want this marriage, she couldn't change anything.

It's better to let things take their course.

Mo Wenxuan, who was far away in the imperial city, also heard the news that Mo Wenchen was going to marry the concubine, and did not interfere, but sent someone to send a congratulatory gift. Now Mo Wenxuan is very low-key.

At least, he didn't dare to provoke Mo Wenchen again in a short time.

For Mo Wenchen's big wedding, of course one person is indispensable.

Just after the New Year's Eve, Lei Yufeng came to the palace alone, even more familiar than in his own Leijiabao.

"How did you figure out that you want to marry your charming cousin?" Lei Yufeng leaned on the imperial concubine chair, crossed his legs, squinted his eyes, and looked Mo Wenchen up and down.

full of doubts.

"It was my aunt who asked me to take good care of her." Mo Wenchen would never hide anything from Lei Yufeng.

What to say.

"Just take care of it on the bed." Lei Yufeng twitched his lips disdainfully: "Then, what should Su Qiqi do?"

When she said this, her eyes were shining brightly: "I don't believe that she is willing and not jealous?" Then she said to herself: "Unless she doesn't have you in her heart, then our... bet..."

What followed was a wicked smile on his face.

Mo Wenchen, who had no expression at all, frowned lightly with his thick ink-like brows, and a gleam of light flashed in his star-like eyes, which was fleeting.

"When you made the bet, you didn't say how long it would take." At this moment, Mo Wenchen's face was not relaxed, but he said something that made Lei Yufeng vomit blood.

In this way, it may be difficult for Lei Yufeng to win what he wants.

On the contrary, Mo Wenchen, as long as he is given enough time, he will be the winner sooner or later.

These words made Lei Yufeng very angry, he raised his finger to Mo Wenchen, but he couldn't say anything.

Indeed, he has always been unable to defeat Mo Wenchen. Although every time he is tricked, he will be very cautious and careful, but the next time he will be deceived.

And Mo Wenchen just looked at the distance with dark eyes like that, not caring about his anger at all: "Xuanyuan Sword is destined to be mine."

"Then if Su Qiqi never falls in love with you, I'll have to wait for you forever?" Lei Yufeng was upset, he liked Jiao Wei so much, he tried dozens of ways but failed to trick him.

Not reconciled, not reconciled.

Mo Wenchen was about to nod in agreement, but suddenly his face turned cold, he stood up abruptly, and walked towards the door: "Who?"

The voice is low.

fraught with danger.

Immediately, Lei Yufeng also stood up and flew towards the door.

It's just that Mo Wenchen and Lei Yufeng who came out didn't see anything, not a single person.

The two looked alike.

Lei Yufeng shrugged his shoulders: "There is no one, you are too careful, this is the residence of Prince Beiding." He walked back while talking, he was still sad.

All he could think about was his scorched tail.

His eyebrows were knit together, Mo Wenchen didn't immediately turn back to the living room, but stood there.

He felt that someone must have been here just now, but what kind of skill would make him unable to catch the slightest shadow.

If there were such a master, it would have already been spread in the Jianghu.

Suddenly a dark thought flashed in his mind, he felt, maybe there was really someone here just now...

The one he least expected.

What did I say to Lei Yufeng just now?

She shook her head, stood there for a while, and finally walked back, maybe she was overthinking, if it was really her, how could she disappear so quickly with her lack of skill.

"No one." Lei Yufeng stared at Mo Wenchen disdainfully: "Okay, should we set a deadline or something?"

The second half of the sentence is very dogleg.

He looked straight into Mo Wenchen's eyes.

Looking at Lei Yufeng with a smile, Mo Wenchen shook his head: "Okay, for the sake of your sincerity, let's set the deadline for half a year."

He is full of confidence in himself.

He knew Su Qiqi's feelings for him, even though it wasn't that obvious, he could vaguely feel it.

"Crack." Lei Yufeng clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, this is more or less the same."

Outside the hall, Su Qiqi leaned quietly behind the door panel, motionless, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was pale and bloodless, her hands in her sleeves were tightly clenched into fists.

Biting her lips hard, she heard something and asked herself over and over again.

It turned out that everything was just a gamble.

Her heart, which was already ups and downs, completely fell to the bottom at this time, no matter how strong she was, she could not accept this fact.

No wonder, if he wanted to marry Hua Qianzi, he was just a gamble to him, it was simply dispensable, or just a tool for him to save his life.

Or maybe it was a bet she didn't want to give up.

The rescue and tenderness again and again are all fake.

all fake……

She tried her best not to let the tears fall, but Su Qiqi couldn't do it, her long eyelashes trembled, tears slid down her cheeks and overflowed to her lips, it was salty.

She leaned against the door panel like that, letting the tears drip down.

It wasn't until Mo Wenchen and Lei Yufeng left the room that she supported the wall and walked back to her room step by step.

She felt the heartache spreading little by little, thinking about all the past.

Or, it would be the best choice for her to stay in the clothing bureau all the time, so that her heart wouldn't hurt.

Big deal, just stared at.

She wanted to regret it, but found that it was too late, her mother was gone, and the only motivation that supported her to survive disappeared without a trace.

Lying down in front of the table, Su Qiqi vigorously wiped away the tears on her face.

She wants to live strong, and she also wants to avenge her mother.

must.

Just after the new year, the palace is still full of joy.

Mo Wenchen, Lei Yufeng and Leng Yan sat around under the plum blossom tree, making tea and drinking each other.

How happy it is.

"Hua Chi rebuilds the Huasha Gang and wants to unify the Jianghu, what do you think is the possibility?" Lei Yufeng's white clothes fluttered, reflecting the red plums all over the courtyard, very dazzling.

The facial features are extremely glamorous, with a few traces of romance.

Mo Wenchen, who is dressed in black, always has the aura of a high-ranking king: "Tenth floor."

Leng Yan looked at the two of them, but didn't interrupt.

"Why do you know that?" Lei Yufeng was a little puzzled, although he had never fought against Hua Chi, he knew that his strength would not be stronger than Mo Wenchen.

What's more, he was born as a bandit and has no brains.

"You can't judge by appearance." Mo Wenchen smiled faintly: "Or, only he is my strongest opponent."

Lei Yufeng and Leng Yan didn't answer, they believed Mo Wenchen's words, he never misjudged anyone.

In this way, they have to be careful to guard against this Huachi.

Because the battle between Mo Wenxuan and Mo Wenchen involved people in the Jianghu, so the Jianghu can be said to be a mess now, Hua Chi took this opportunity to make a move, it is really far-sighted and insightful.