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Mo Xiaoyan thought, she may have been the worst mistress in history.

First, I was baffled for the first beating since birth, and finally fled to Wen Ting. I wanted to seek some solace in the soul, and the two discussed the solution together. Her staring eyes made her creepy.

But unlike Xie Liancheng, Wen Ting did not treat her well.

Mo Xiaoyan would only "threate" her when she was "jealous".

Right now she can only hypnotize herself like this.

She stayed here in Wen Ting, and she jumped in shock for a long time. Xie Liancheng didn't let anyone call her.

Mo Xiaoyan's tense nerves were relaxed, and he slept on the pillow, and didn't think of "happiness".

In the middle of the night, she slept in a trance, and faintly heard a few crying chickens.

Mo Xiaoyan was tossed by Xie Liancheng for a while, and was extremely sensitive to the sound. He opened his eyes subconsciously. Only an oil lamp was lit in front of the bed, reflecting the dim shadow of the gauze.

A slender figure stood indoors, his fingers seemed to be sandwiched with a piece of white paper, and the candle was lit, thrown into a white porcelain bowl.

Wen Ting What is he doing not sleeping most of the night?

Rubbing his swollen head, Mo Xiaoyan was about to speak, and he saw him take out a stack of flavin paper.

This, this is paper money?

Mo Xiaoyan was suddenly scared after seeing clearly.

Only then did she smell it, and the room smelled of the pungent scent of Buddha.

The man methodically burned the Nether Money, grabbed the dirt from the red sandalwood box, and spilled it from the house all the way to the door.

"Li ... General ..."

The tone was dragged extremely long, as if calling someone's name.

The doors and windows were open, and Mo Xiaoyan saw the pale and desolate moonlight, and the man wore a nearly plain sacrifice suit, revealing a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

Mo Xiaoyan is going crazy.

She doesn't want to be here, she wants to go home!

She intends to sneak away, but unfortunately the toes have not yet touched the ground, suddenly a lot of light in front of her, the man opened the tent and held the previous big porcelain bowl in one hand. His long, dark, embroidered, satin-like hair gleamed with a blue glow under candlelight.

"Master, you are awake."

Wen Tingrou smiled softly, "You haven't eaten anything at night, you must be thirsty." He handed the porcelain bowl to her, and Mo Xiaoyan looked inside, the water surface was clear yellow, and there were still some burning after Confetti ashes.

The woman had a numb scalp and laughed a few times, "No, I, don't--"

Wen Ting's expression didn't change, and she squeezed her chin firmly down.

Mo Xiaoyan's nose spewed out liquid, sour and astringent.

"Bah ..."

When Wen Ting removed his hand, Mo Xiaoyan desperately spit out the paper dust in his mouth.

Wen Ting reached out and covered her mouth, her eyes suddenly became cold, "swallow."

"If you don't do it, I will send you back to the king."

He pinched his hair carefully, and it looked beautiful.

Mo Xiaoyan's innocent man's tears almost came out.

"Wen Ting, how can you become like this ..."

He had obviously not been like this before.

Mo Xiaoyan raised a strange speculation in his mind: wouldn't the people in this palace be all evil?

This is the case with Xie Liancheng, as is Wen Ting.

What did she do wrong, punish her like this?

No, it should be said that since the "guy" came, this group of men collectively became strange. But why should she blame herself for something she caused?

Mo Xiaoyan felt very dissatisfied. She even wished to grab this soul out and beat it up.

But now she was in a state of helplessness, and she didn't know where to start.

Does she have to tell others that she actually shares a body with another soul? Don't talk nonsense, if she dared to say so, she was pulled out in minutes and burned alive as heretics.

Mo Xiaoyan thought of the consequences, but he bit his teeth and endured it.

Anyway, it will be dawning in a little while, and then it will be her who will take over the body.

However, Mo Xiaoyan had forgotten that she had not changed body with Lin Lang for three days.

Holding a "beautiful" thought, Mo Xiaoyan pressed his fear and slept in the same bed with Wen Ting, stiffening his body, and finally reached the dawn.

However, she is still conscious.

Mo Xiaoyan almost didn't cry.

When is such a miserable day the head?

She was suffering from Wen Ting's side, and felt terrified every night.

Fragrant wax, paper money, peach wood, graves, roosters, these things actually appeared in the same room. How could a girl afraid of ghosts calm down?

"Master, are you thirsty, drink this soon."

Wen Ting brought another bowl of water, and the **** smell greeted him.

Mo Xiaoyan was numb, and his teeth swallowed bit by bit along the bowl.

"Your prince is so good." The man covered the quilt gently for her. "It's late at night, and the prince has a good rest." Then he walked out of the inner room and pushed the door out.

Wen Ting came to the center of the courtyard, and the moonlight reflected the snow brightly. He closed his cloak tightly.

"Will it fail this time?" The man said to himself.

He not only knew that there were two people living in the prince ’s body, but also that there was a soul who was a former general. This was when he passed the corridor once and inadvertently overheard.

The person he likes is an iron-blooded general, and he is not surprised at all by her identity.

Wen Ting can see that from her posture, pace and way of speaking, there is a strong and cool air everywhere. He could not forget the hot temperature when she taught him to write in those nights, wrapping her palms around the back of her hand.

It's just that the more you like it, the more jealous you are.

He wanted to monopolize her.

Once this idea came up, it could not stop.

At first, Wen Ting was patiently waiting for her to come over, but since Wang Fu was ill, she has not come here again. Later, she saw the intimate figure that she and Xiaodao brought together.

In Wang Mansion, he is most similar to Xiaodao in origin and chance, and the two are very close.

I don't know when it started, this relationship gradually alienated.

Perhaps it was because he and the other party knew that once the same love object appeared in the friendship, the strong fortress would instantly become flying smoke.

The knife has become stupid now, and even people can't recognize it. Does this mean that his opportunity is coming?

Taking advantage of it, he wanted to fight even though it was mean.

Even with some dirty and dirty methods.

He carelessly fiddled with the blooming flower branches, and the fine snow rustled down, wetting the corners of his clothes.

It would be nice if the infatuation Gu was useful.

Let the general only belong to him forever.

Wen Ting outside the house planned a plan, and the hostess in the house also had another idea.

Wen Ting didn't sleep with her these nights, and she didn't know what was going on. She didn't come back until dawn.

Mo Xiaoyan's eyes became slightly brighter, and she lay in the quilt for a while, making sure that the person had gone away. She climbed up, stuffed some jewelry into her belt, and quickly jumped off the window to escape.

She must leave this strange palace!

When the prince's welfare is indeed good, but it is only compared to the past. These days, she was frightened and almost lost most of her life, almost not getting a depression.

I have lived here for a year. The terrain of the Wang Mansion, Mo Xiaoyan, was basically understood, avoiding the patrol guards, and the light car came to a remote courtyard.

She accidentally found a small dog hole here.

Out of some other careful thinking, she did not tell others.

Mo Xiaoyan plucked away the weeds and saw the street covered by the moon outside through the dog hole, and he was filled with joy and excitement.

She can finally be freed from here!

Mo Xiaoyan couldn't wait to get his head into it.

Before he climbed two steps, one leg was caught.

"Master, this midnight, where are you going?" A cold male voice came from behind.

Mo Xiaoyan really cried this time.

It was Yan Boye who caught her, unable to struggle, and the man carried the man back to the yard where he lived.

Compared with the previous two people, he seems to be more "normal", neither abused her with a whip like Xie Liancheng, nor burned paper money and spattered loess in the middle of the night like a neuropathy.

Mo Xiaoyan was uneasy for a few days, and later he saw that there was really no "motion", and her tortured little heart could finally take a breath.

However, the patience of the other party was exhausted in the day-to-day waiting.

"Uh--"

His long sword came out of the sheath and ran across the woman's neck.

Peaches cut in Mo Xiaoyan's hands rolled to the ground.

"You, it's almost time to go back?" He was a little grumpy, "Let her come out!"

"You, what are you talking about." Mo Xiaoyan took a deep breath and warned herself to be calm and must not show her feet. "There is no one else here." She said calmly.

Yan Boye raised his sword, "What are you still pretending to do now?" He sneered, "Don't you know if there is another person in your body? Even Dong Xiaodao is cheating on your poor acting. But still want to lie to me? "

Mo Xiaoyan froze.

What does he mean?

Does everyone know about this?

Suddenly, the mistress of the IQ who lost her line figured it out a little, and looked incredulously at Yan Boye, who was covered in frost, "Are you all hiding me?"

"What about it?" Yan Boye said lazily.

"So you also fell asleep with her ?!" Mo Xiaoyan couldn't help screaming.

Due to her own fear of death, Mo Xiaoyan was sorry for her men. She never told them about the existence of another person. And for that kind of intimate thing, she can only open one eye and close one eye, comforting herself by saying that she uses her own body after all.

But if they knew that the other party was not her, but they still had to do that kind of thing, it was no different from betrayal for Mo Xiaoyan.

"Isn't it normal to do what I like with someone I like?" Yan Boye glanced at her, but he was not embarrassed. In fact, he was already sick of this prince who was nothing but thoughtful.

Once people have contrasts, they tend to be eccentric.

Yan Boye readily admitted that he was empathetic.

He really preferred the strong.

This soft prince is still reserved for others to play with.

"You ... how can you do this!" Mo Xiaoyan blushed and was trembling with rage, "Yan Boye, don't make a mistake, I am your wife, and I married you into the door. Woman! But you are cheating on my back ... I will never forgive you ... "

"Oh."

The man just responded indifferently, "It's not so useless, you let her out as soon as possible, otherwise-"

He smiled at her as if the sun had melted away.

"kill you."