Rong Qianzhi followed Aunt Xu through a forest, and from a distance, she saw Pofeng Wangyue standing outside the gate of a dilapidated yard. She stopped suddenly.

She pursed her lips, and the wind and moon were coming, so, undoubtedly, he must have come too.

"Girl, what's wrong with you? Look, there is Widow Sun's house in front of you." Aunt Xu said, reaching out to point in Widow Sun's house. Only then did she see Pofeng Wangyue and pause: "Mom, who are they?"

Aunt Xu almost stopped and wondered if Widow Sun had caused some trouble. Then she said, "Girl, I have something to do at home, I'll send you here, you can go there yourself."

After saying that, Aunt Xu trotted away without waiting for Rong Qianzhe to make a sound.

Rong Qianzhi frowned slightly and raised his foot forward.

Pofeng Wangyue naturally saw Rong Qianzhi. The two of them quickly came up and saluted Rong Qianzhi. Pofeng said, "Princess, I am waiting for you in the yard."

Rong Qianzhi didn't make any noise and quickly walked into the yard.

Gong Mohan was standing in the yard with his back facing the yard gate, with a straight figure. There was a bag on his feet. The bag had loosened, revealing a corner of the bright red wedding dress.

Hearing the footsteps, Gong Mohan slowly turned around and looked at Rong Qianzhi. His face was frozen and deep as ancient ponds could not see any emotion in his eyes.

"The prince's news is very informative." Rong Qianzhi stopped, said lightly, looked around the yard, and said, "Where is Ling Youjue?"

Gong Mohan didn't make a sound, raised his foot and walked forward slowly, his deep eyes locked tightly on Rong Qianzhi's body.

Rong Qianzhi had always known that Gong Mohan was a strong and domineering master, but at this time, she didn't understand what he wanted. She frowned, then turned around and walked towards the door of a room.

"Stop!" Gong Mohan then spoke. He suddenly stepped hard, came to Rong Qianzhi's side, and reached out to hold her wrist.

"Ming Mohan, let go!" Rong Qianzhi turned his wrist and felt annoyed in his heart. He had broken up with her. What did he still tell her to do intimately?

"I will never let go if I don't let go!" Gong Mohan suddenly pulled forward and hugged Rong Qianzhi in his arms.

Rong Qianzhi was so angry that he grinded his teeth: "Gong Mohan, who said he had cut off his love last night and had been unfamiliar with him since then? Don't you think your current behavior is ridiculous?"

"Don't feel it."

"you……"

"Stop, what's wrong with me? I want to ask you, who left a piece of paper and Li Shu and left her husband, huh?" Gong Mohan tightened his arms suddenly, and the dark clouds rolled in his beautiful phoenix eyes, completely looking like he wanted to settle the accounts after autumn.

"I..." Rong Qianzhi was speechless for a moment. After a moment, his voice became weaker. She said, "I thought that if I let Ling Youjue go, you would definitely be so angry that you wouldn't want me anymore. Instead of letting you drive me away, I might as well leave first."

"Do you think!" Gong Mohan annoyed: "It seems that you don't remember any of the things I said to you before. Instead, you remember clearly those things that you don't need to remember!"

At this moment, Rong Qianzhi's mind was a little confused. She had no idea what Gong Mohan was saying. She struggled for a while and said, "No matter what he said before, we are now separated, let go!"

Hearing the word "heli" from Qing Qianzhi's mouth, Gong Mohan's anger suddenly burned. He suddenly looked at the bag not far away and gritted his teeth and said, "You want to marry me, just to rush to marry him!"

"No..." Rong Qianzhi blurted out. After seeing the wedding dress in the bag, she hurriedly said, "We are all with Li, what does it have to do with you who I marry?" "It doesn't matter?" Gong Mohan took a deep breath and said, "Zhizhi, have you forgotten that I have not signed the Book of Li at all. If I don't sign it, I will naturally not count. Since you don't count, then you will still be my wife. If you marry again, you will be my wife.

Others, do you know what sin you committed?”

"I..." Rong Qianzhi was angry again: "You have already broken off your relationship with me and have been unfamiliar with you since then. Doesn't this mean you have agreed, why can't I marry someone else again?"

"That's just what you think, but the laws of Nan Chu and Bei Yan won't think so!"

"you

…” Rong Qianzhi was very angry, but could not say that Gong Mohan was, and then said, “Where is Ling Youjue, where is he?”

"Dead!"

"What!"

"I have killed him and thrown his body into the river to feed the fish. Don't think of seeing him again!"

"Gong Mohan!" Rong Qianzhi's eyes suddenly turned red. She promised Grandma Yin to take good care of Ling Youjue. How could she explain to Grandma Yin?

"Rong Qianzhi, you just care about him so much!" Gong Mohan pushed Rong Qianzhi away suddenly, with unconcealed sadness in his voice.

"Yes! Gong Mohan, I hate you!" Rong Qianzhi said nothing. After saying that, she squatted on the ground, covered her face, and started crying.

Pofeng Wangyue originally thought that the emperor and the princess would reconcile, but the conflict became more and more intense. Wangyue opened her mouth and wanted to tell the princess the truth, but looking at the cold eyes that the master shot at him, he quickly closed his mouth. Gong Mohan lowered his eyes and looked at Rong Qianzhi. The hand in his sleeves clenched and loosened, loose and clenched. After a while, he pulled Rong Qianzhi up, pulled out the Zixiao sword and put it in Rong Qianzhi's hand, and said, "Since you hate me so much, just kill me."

Now, come on!"

"Master!" Pofeng Wangyue exclaimed, "Master is crazy!"

Rong Qianzhi's eyes were blurred. Looking at the man in front of him, the Zixiao sword fell to the ground with a clang: "Ming Mohan, you bastard!" Rong Qianzhi raised his fist, but the fist did not fall for a long time, but the tears in his eyes kept rolling down.

"Zhizhi, you actually care about me, right, right?" Gong Mohan hugged Rong Qianzhi in his arms, as if he had come back to life.

"No, I hate you, I don't care about you, you bastard!" Rong Qianzhi pushed Gong Mohan hard: "Let me go!" Gong Mohan did not let go of Rong Qianzhi, but reached out to point her sleeping hole. Rong Qianzhi fell asleep in his arms in an instant. Gong Mohan picked her up horizontally, lowered his head and kissed Rong Qianzhi's cheeks covered with tears, and said to Po Feng: "Send news to

Murong said that Zhizhi and I would go to Huoyun City’s father-in-law and mother-in-law. If there is any news that the old owner Ning had come out of seclusion, he would let me pass the news."

"Yes!" Pofeng responded and said, "Master, what should Ling Youjue deal with?"
Chapter completed!