my prime minister my wife

Mu Yan looked at Xiao Jiuge who was showing a self-deprecating expression, he only felt that his heart was throbbing uncontrollably.

Xiao Jiuge like this made him feel bad.

Seeing Mu Yan's silence, Xiao Jiuge on the side smiled lightly, and then began to say to himself: "Everyone says that the Ninth Prince of Nanyue died seven years ago. A ray of lonely soul between heaven and earth."

After listening, Mu Yan looked up at Xiao Jiuge: "Jiu Ge, could it be..."

Before the words finished, Xiao Jiuge interrupted Mu Yan's words.

I just heard Xiao Jiuge say: "How can the Ninth Prince of Nanyue survive? After all, he escaped from the Nanyue Palace. A prince disappeared inexplicably in the palace. The emperor must give the world an explanation... ..."

Then Xiao Jiuge paused, and said slowly: "Forget it, this prince is the evil seed of a palace girl."

Speaking of this moment, Xiao Jiuge's hand that was hanging by his side clenched tightly into a fist, his nails sank into the flesh of his palm, carrying his anger, and seemed to be suppressing his years of accumulated resentment .

Mu Yan stretched out his hand, covered the back of Xiao Jiuge's hand, hugged Xiao Jiuge into his arms, patted the back of the man in his arms, and said, "Jiu Ge, don't be afraid, I'm here."

In a word, Xiao Jiuge, who was originally in the cold hell, was brought back to that warm world.

In Mu Yan's arms, Xiao Jiuge actually felt the warmth he had never experienced before.

Xiao Jiuge looked up at Mu Yan, and he muttered: "Mu Yan..."

Hearing Xiao Jiuge's voice, Mu Yan looked down at the man in his arms, but the next second he bumped into the man's black eyes.

There was pain and hatred in those eyes.

But under the pain and hatred, Mu Yan saw the little trace of attachment to Xiao Jiuge hidden in Xiao Jiuge's eyes, which was hard to detect.

What was reflected in those eyes was Mu Yan's shadow.

At that moment, Mu Yan felt that he had become Xiao Jiuge's world.

Looking at those eyes, Mu Yan finally lost control.

He stretched out his hand to cover Xiao Jiuge's eyes that made him lose control.

Gently, he put his lips on Xiao Jiuge's thin lips, and the cool touch made Mu Yan's heart skip a beat.

Mu Yan kissed the person in his arms, but at this time Xiao Jiuge was so quiet, he was quietly in Mu Yan's arms, allowing Mu Yan to kiss him lightly.

The next second, Mu Yan left Xiao Jiuge's lips.

He let go of the left hand that covered Xiao Jiuge's eyes, and looked at Xiao Jiuge's lips that were already red from his kiss.

He stretched out his hand and stroked it lightly.

In Mu Yan's eyes was the love that was no longer hidden: "Jiu Ge, tell me, what should I do with you..."

Xiao Jiuge, the man in front of him.

Similarly, he also felt that the moment Mu Yan kissed him, his heart was beating uncontrollably, subconsciously, he didn't want to push Mu Yan away.

Xiao Jiuge was silent, but as smart as he was, he still couldn't understand his heart.

Holding Xiao Jiuge in his arms, Mu Yan sighed softly in his ear, and said, "Jiu Ge, if you insist on going tomorrow, go, but you have to promise me and protect yourself."

Afterwards, Mu Yan got up, released Xiao Jiuge in his arms onto the bed, covered him with the quilt, and prepared to leave.

However, Mu Yan's exhortation made the calm Xiao Jiuge lose his composure.

Xiao Jiuge on the bed stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Yan who was about to leave: "Don't you ask me why I must kill that son Sang Mohua?"

Mu Yan grabbed Xiao Jiuge's hand holding him, stuffed it back into the quilt, and sighed softly: "Why would I ask, because you are just Xiao Jiuge to me..."

Hearing Mu Yan's words, he paused, opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Afterwards, he silently added a sentence in his heart: Xiao Jiuge is just me.

Mu Yan looked at Xiao Jiuge who was already staring at him in a daze on the bed.

He said softly: "Jiu Ge, it's getting late, let's go to bed earlier."

Xiao Jiuge looked at Mu Yan's leaving figure, feeling the warmth of his hand that Mu Yan had touched just now.

Gently, he evoked a smile.

But in the next second, Xiao Jiuge's smile slowly froze on his face, replaced by gloom: "Mu Yan, if you know the reason why I insisted on killing that son Sang Mohua, you ...will you still like me..."

But in this empty military tent, how could anyone answer Xiao Jiuge's question...

The next day, when Mu Yan led the Dongli army to break through Huacheng, the capital of Nanyue, and directly took the Nanyue Palace,

The common people and dignitaries living in the capital city of South Vietnam already knew about it.

This South Vietnam is going to perish eventually...

The Nanyue Imperial Palace, which originally symbolized the prosperity of a country, has long been looted by those fleeing fathers-in-law and court ladies.

In the meeting hall, Mu Yan looked coldly at the corpses of the Nanyue royal family lying in a pool of blood.

Then, he heard the report from his subordinates: "Go back to your lord, these Nanyue royal families, including the Nanyue emperor and empress, have killed themselves before we came, and they are now dead."

Mu Yan opened his mouth and was about to reply, but in the next second, Xiao Jiuge's voice interrupted him.

Xiao Jiuge, who was standing aside, murmured, "One is missing..."

Hearing Xiao Jiuge's words, the soldiers on the side saluted immediately and replied: "Prime Minister, this is indeed one missing, according to my subordinates' guess, the missing one should be the third prince who is the most beloved by the Nanyue Emperor—— Zi Sang Mohua."

After listening, Mu Yan turned his head to look at the place where Xiao Jiuge was standing, but now there was no one there, and Xiao Jiuge had disappeared.

Xiao Jiuge, who left the meeting hall, walked slowly on the land of the Nanyue Imperial Palace.

Every plant and tree here is so familiar, but it makes him feel so strange.

Xiao Jiuge couldn't help laughing at himself.

Then, he stopped in front of a palace.

Looking up, Xiao Jiuge saw a plaque standing above his head - Mo Hua Hall.

Those memories that he would never want to think of again flooded up at that moment.

Xiao Jiuge could only feel that his heart was resisting.

He didn't want to set foot in this place again.

Covering his flustered heart, Xiao Jiuge said softly: "It's okay..."

After all, this is no longer seven years ago, and he is no longer who he was seven years ago, is he?

Lifting his foot, Xiao Jiuge walked to the courtyard of the Mohua Palace.

In the eyes, there was an old eunuch standing respectfully in the courtyard, Xiao Jiuge felt so familiar with that face.

Xiao Jiuge asked uncertainly: "Eunuch Lin?"

As soon as the words fell, the father-in-law's figure trembled.

Then Eunuch Lin saluted Xiao Jiuge slowly and said, "Long time no see, Ninth Prince..."

The sentence "Long time no see" shattered Xiao Jiuge's indifference.

He held the saber in his hand tightly, but the hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking.

Xiao Jiuge asked in a low voice, "Where's him? Where's Zisang Mohua? You let him come out to see me."

There was already killing intent in his tone, but he couldn't stop the trill in his words, as if Xiao Jiuge was afraid of something.

Eunuch Lin saluted and replied: "Please come with the old slave, the ninth prince, the third prince is already waiting for the ninth prince in the hall."

Turning around, Eunuch Lin had already walked forward, leading the way for Xiao Jiuge.

And Xiao Jiuge also raised his foot and followed Eunuch Lin's pace.

Walking to a side hall of the Mohua Palace, Eunuch Lin stopped and said to Xiao Jiuge, "The Ninth Prince, the Third Prince is inside."

Xiao Jiuge nodded.

He knew that this side hall was Zisang Mohua's study, and he knew everything about this Mohua hall...

Stretching out his hand, Xiao Jiuge opened the door of this side hall.

Inside the hall, the back of a man in a black robe is visible. The man puts his hands behind his back. His black hair is tied up with a golden crown, and the cuffs of his clothes are embroidered with flowing cloud patterns with gold thread.

Although it's just a back view, it makes people feel a kind of coercion.

The man turned around, and he looked at Xiao Jiuge who was at the gate of the side hall, with a trace of unknown emotion in his eyes.

Then he slightly raised the corners of his lips, as if he was relieved, but also like joy.

Xiao Jiuge looked at the man in black standing in the center of the hall. This black body couldn't stop him from being domineering and fierce all his life. The flowing cloud patterns on the cuffs sewn with gold thread made the man even more noble.

In the man's eyes is still his domineering look that has never changed, it is a look that wants to control everything in his hands.

Looking at the man, Xiao Jiuge's body couldn't help trembling slightly: "Zisang... Mohua..."

Hearing Xiao Jiuge's voice, Zisang Mohua froze.

He looked at Xiao Jiuge quietly, and then said softly, "Xiao Jiu... has grown up..."

How much helplessness is hidden in this voice, but how much regret is hidden.

But even though Zisang Mohua hid his feelings so deeply, Xiao Jiuge could hear the helplessness and regret in those words.

He looked up at Zisang Mohua in disbelief, the man who left him with scars that could never be erased in his memory, the man who wanted to control him all the time, the man who had always been domineering The man who had passed away, now greeted him in this tone to him whom he hadn't seen in seven years.

"Heh." Xiao Jiuge, who was standing there, smiled sarcasticly.

Lifting his foot, Xiao Jiuge walked slowly in front of Zisang Mohua.

Xiao Jiuge looked directly at Zisang Mohua.

Those horrible, dark memories that he couldn't escape from seven years ago gradually became clear in Xiao Jiuge's mind at this moment.

Afterwards, Xiao Jiuge raised his head and smiled at Zisang Mohua, that smile was so coquettish and so charming.

There was endless danger in that smile, but it was like this, but people couldn't help but want to imprison Xiao Jiuge, who is now so evil and charming, in a dark place, and occupy this man.

Xiao Jiuge smiled lightly, and said softly to Zisang Mohua in front of him, "Zisang Mohua, my son Sang Feili has come to ask you to recover the debt you owed me seven years ago."

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Tell the little angels in advance, this weekend I plan to revise the first three chapters, and then catch bugs in the article, and show you a big heart!