The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

With her wish fulfilled, Mu Luan's lips curled up into a faint smile unconsciously. No matter how much pain she felt in her body, she couldn't help but droop her eyelids and fell into a deep sleep.

As for Jun Zhao's mention of getting married, Mu Luan's first reaction was not happiness, but panic and uneasiness.

On the day Jun Zhao ascended the throne of regent, he looked down upon all living beings in a sea of ​​blood and corpses like a king.

In his eyes, human life is nothing more than a piece of light paper that can be torn apart at will.

He was cunning and scheming, and was always successful in his attempts to kill people for money. He killed people based on his mood and countless people died under his sword.

The enemies, who had harbored hatred and grudges against him overtly and covertly, wished that he would die young, and assassinations and plots against him continued one after another.

Mu Luan had no idea how Jun Zhao was going to deal with his enemies.

She was worried that Jun Zhao would hang the assassin's body parts, soaked in blood, on the curtain opposite the bed in the bedroom, just like he did two years ago.

The terrifying and eerie atmosphere frightened her to death.

At that time, Jun Zhao was wearing a black robe and stepped into the bedroom. The hem of his robe was wet, and it moved with his footsteps, leaving a string of dark red marks along the way.

He leisurely sat down in the armchair and took off half of the dark blue mask covering his face.

Half of Jun Zhao's face is handsome and beautiful, and this half of his face alone can make countless girls feel romantic.

But when he turned his head to look at Mu Luan, the other half of her face, clearly illuminated by the light, looked as terrifying as a ghost.

He admired the color draining from Mu Luan's face, and said with interest, "There are many people, it's lively."

Before entering the palace, Mu Luan had never seen a dead person, let alone a bloody head. Moreover, he had to watch it from such a close distance, which frightened him so much that he fell ill for more than half a month.

I almost drank Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge, and when I woke up I felt like I was in another world.

God helped her, and she didn't die, which made Jun Zhao somewhat disappointed.

Although Jun Zhao had lost his good looks, he was still in a high position of power and the Great Zhou was under his control.

There were many people who wanted to curry favor with him, and beauties sent to him from all sides were countless.

But before her, he was pure and had no desires, and no woman had ever been able to get close to him.

Perhaps it was because he felt that Mu Luan was the daughter of a defeated general, like a stranded fish, half-dead, with a disease from her mother's womb, her life seemed to be on countdown, and she looked harmless.

Or maybe it was because she was well-behaved and obedient, and her petite body was quite to his liking.

Jun Zhao had no plans to kill her for the time being.

He always has more patience with those who are lingering on. According to his crazy personality, living people are more interesting than dead people.

Mu Luan didn't know Jun Zhao's intention at first. As the saying goes, it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

She still has a second brother, and if she wants to see him again she has to stay alive.

Since Jun Zhao didn't kill her, there was no reason for her not to live. She would just be a good little white cat that he raised and not touch his reverse scale.

After two years, Mu Luan had a deep understanding of Jun Zhao's methods and was often scared half to death, but she was still alive and well.

It seemed that even the disease that he had brought from his mother's womb had not recurred for a long time.

But Jun Zhao is only interested in profit, and Mu Luan would never believe him if he said he would not use this marriage to do something.

The sky was clear for several days in a row, and the white frost that had condensed at night had melted a lot.

But the weather in the capital city changes suddenly, decisively and coldly.

The north wind was howling, and a window was blown open suddenly, making a whistling sound.

A maid ran to the window in a hurry, looked at the dense clouds in the sky, and said worriedly, "Oh no, it looks like it's going to snow. The weather is really weird. Why did it suddenly change today?"

Xiyue put the tray with ornaments on the table and scolded softly, "Don't talk nonsense. As the saying goes, auspicious snow means a good harvest. This should be a sign of good fortune."

The maid realized something belatedly and was so scared that she quickly shut her mouth and nodded rapidly, not daring to say another word and quickly closed the window.

"It seems that there has been no snow this year, but the frost has accumulated layer upon layer."

Mu Luan sat quietly in the dressing chair, allowing the dozen or so maids around her to serve her. When she heard Xiyue's words, she asked casually.

Xiyue replied respectfully: "Madam, it has indeed not snowed this year."

Mu Luan said nothing more, gently stroking the jade pendant on her waist.

That was the birthday gift Mu Qingyu gave her that year, and it was also the first snow of winter. Her family members were by her side, and the sounds of their laughter and fun seemed to still be ringing in her ears.

As time goes by, things and people have changed, and now her second brother is her only relative left.

In the bronze mirror on the table, the expression on Mu Luan's delicate face gradually became firm.

She must find a way to rescue her second brother.

As the auspicious time approached, she was dressed in a deep red wedding dress that outlined her graceful figure. Her long black hair was tied up and decorated with luxurious pearl hairpins, and her face was painted with exquisite bridal makeup.

When she looked up, she saw a pair of peach blossom eyes, full of autumn water and bright and beautiful.

She twirled a round fan embroidered with flowers and birds between her slender fingers. As she walked, her skirt swayed gently, and her steps swayed, she was elegant and beautiful.

The maids and the nanny were filled with amazement, but Mu Luan was absent-minded.

This wedding dress should not be worn by her, but on second thought, tonight could be bad or good, and that madman Jun Zhao finally got his sweetheart, so how could he let that person take risks.

I couldn't help but feel more resentful towards Jun Zhao, but I had to accept my fate.

Everything was ready. Xiyue supported Muluan and prepared to go to the outer room. However, after taking only two steps, the thin string of the jade pendant around her waist suddenly loosened.

With a crisp sound of ding-dong, the jade pendant fell to the ground and broke into two.

Mu Luan was frightened and was about to bend down to pick it up. Xiyue quickly advised: "Madam, be careful. Let me pick it up."

At this moment, a nanny suddenly came in and whispered something into the consul's ear.

The consul nanny just waved her hand and left the bedroom with the remaining servants.

Xiyue picked up the jade pendant, wrapped it in a clean handkerchief, and whispered to Muluan, "Madam, I will keep it for you first."

Mu Luan nodded helplessly, but her eyes followed the jade pendant until the person disappeared into the room.

She had seen many such silent scenes in the past two years and knew that Jun Zhao was coming.

It's just that she has been carrying the jade pendant with her for so many years and nothing has ever happened to it. Why did it happen today...

Mu Luan felt inexplicably uneasy, but had to calm herself down as soon as possible.

But after waiting for a while, to Mu Luan's surprise, the person who came was not Jun Zhao, but Su Lan.

The Queen's niece, the daughter of the Minister of Rites, and her once most intimate friend.

Memories seemed to come flooding back like a tide. After the incident at the General's Mansion, she was isolated and helpless, and the first person she thought of was Su Lan.

But Mu Luan didn't expect that after she knocked on the door of the Shangshu Mansion for more than an hour in the heavy rain, no one responded.

Since then, she has never seen Lidya Su again.

When I saw Su Lan again, she was dressed in blue, looking luxurious, but not as slim as I remembered.

Her face was bloated and her waist and abdomen were round. It was obvious that she was pregnant and quite pregnant.