The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 490: If it is true love

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Chapter 490 If it is true love

"Heh, prince, Bing Xin really wants to know, do you really like Yao Mowan? If it is true love, then why Feng Yihan, Duan Zitong and Han Jinyi, each of them exposed in less than a cup of tea Bing Xin, and prince, until now, when you look at Bing Xin, have you still called Yao Mowan's name so affectionately?" Leng Bingxin asked inexplicably.

"Mo Wan?" Ye Junqing frowned, and there was a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.

"In principle, Bing Xin should be happy. At least Bing Xin’s disguise skills fooled the lord. But Bing Xin really can’t be happy. The lord should also reflect on how important Yao Mowan really is in your heart. How much does the prince know about Yao Mowan?" Leng Bingxin didn't care about Ye Junqing's reaction, and immediately sat down, pouring out a glass of water and drank it. Even so, she was still very angry.

"You are indeed not Mo Wan. If you were Mo Wan, you would throw the cup over." Ye Junqing smiled bitterly and turned to leave.

Don't love Yao Mowan? How can it be! He is even willing to trade his life for Yao Mowan’s peace, and even give up the opportunity to avenge Mo Xin, but why everyone can guess, but he can’t....

Furthermore, at this moment, the drama of bitterness in Yao Mowan's room is also very exciting.

"Bing Xin, please, if you don't come forward to intercede for me this time, Ben Lei is likely to become an eunuch!" Ben Lei touched the table with both hands and squatted in front of Yao Mowan, bitterly. Face, begging sadly.

"So serious? What did you say?" Yao Mowan's eyes fell gloomily on Ben Lei, but Ben Lei didn't know it.

"I didn’t say anything, just said...Yao Mowan was snobbish, stingy, and hateful, and then there was cold-blooded, hard-hearted, and unaccountable. By the way, I said if Yao Mowan dared to marry Chu Mobei, I would dare to sever father and daughter with him...Bah, bah, the relationship between master and servant! Bing Xin, if you don’t save Ben Lei, Ben Lei is really dead!” Although the man has tears, he doesn’t flick, but In order to exaggerate the atmosphere, Ben Lei desperately squeezed out two crystal tears to earn sympathy.

"At the beginning, you were crying and shouting to be Yao Mowan's subordinate, then I don't understand. If you are so reluctant to leave, why do you have to speak rudely?" Yao Mowan suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke quietly. .

"You don't know, the situation was complicated at the time. The prince was in the carriage. I should always say something to comfort the prince!" As long as he thinks of his words, Yao Mowan sits beside him, Ben Lei feels hairy. They were all standing attentively for a while.

"Do you think derogating Yao Mowan will make the prince more comfortable?" Yao Mowan raised her eyebrows and looked at Ben Lei, feeling that this kind of thinking was too narrow.

"It is necessary! Only when the prince is fully aware of Yao Mowan's shortcomings, will the prince give up not!" Ben Lei thought. Yao Mowan didn't say a word, and took a hard breath, only then did he resist the urge not to call out Yin Xue.

"How is it! Can you help me with this? The conditions are free!" Ben Lei was anxious. At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Ye Junqing suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

"I'm afraid she won't be able to help with this." Ye Junqing walked into the room slowly, his steps were extremely heavy.

"Lord...Why?" Ben Lei asked puzzledly.

"Because she is not cold-hearted, but Yao Mowan." Ye Junqing walked towards Yao Mowan step by step, her deep eyes radiated with an inexplicable light, and she saw Yao Mowan's face getting closer and closer. Suddenly, Ye Junqing didn't dare to move forward, and his heart seemed to be pressed underneath by a rock, beating hard.

"No... isn't it?" Ben Lei was stunned, his complexion pale.

"Yin Xue, please run to the pioneer to go out." Yao Mowan spoke, Ben Lei's body flew out of the door like a broken kite, leaving a scream lingering in the room.

"Mo Wan, I'm sorry, this is the second time this king hasn't recognized you." Ye Junqing stopped nearly three feet across from Yao Mowan, her eyes dim, and her lips pressed tightly.

"Yin Xue, close the door, no one is allowed to approach without the order of this palace." After all, this is the Dashu Palace, and Yao Mowan is not allowed to be cautious.

For a moment when the door was closed, Yao Mowan stretched out her hand and picked up the teapot, filled Ye Junqing with tea cups, and then raised her eyes to signal Ye Junqing to sit over.

"The prince must have doubts in his heart. Yes, the wedding of Mo Wan and Chu Mobei is fake. The purpose is to catch the unknown man behind the scenes. The reason why he has not mentioned it to the prince before is because he doesn’t want to startle the snake. Wuming knew that we were prepared in advance. With his old treacherous cunning, we will definitely change our strategy. We can hardly take care of it. I hope that the prince will understand Mo Wan's concealment." Yao Mowan thinks this explanation is a bit far-fetched, but she really is. There is no better reason.

"This king just wants to know, in your plan, besides this king, who else doesn't know the cause and effect of the whole thing?" Ye Junqing held up the teacup, hands faintly shaking.

"Ben Lei..." Yao Mowan hesitated for a moment, then responded quietly,

"So apart from Ben Lei, Yin Xue, Ting Yue, and even Leng Bingxin, they all know that this is just a scene?" Ye Junqing's deliberate emphasis made Yao Mowan look embarrassed.

"It is true, but there is a reason for Mo Wan to do this..." At this moment, Yao Mowan didn't know what to say next.

"This king knows your reason, because in your heart, Jun Qing is not worthy of trust. Right?" Ye Junqing's deep eyes lifted slightly, and the pupils that were as dark as midnight set off Yao Mowan's face. Surprised. There was a time when they quarreled, but they never said such a serious thing.

"The prince's words are serious." Yao Mowan felt tight in her chest and her voice trembled.

"Is it because the king said something seriously, or was it the main point. At that time, in Guanju Palace, you knew the truth about Mo Xin's tragic death, but this king asked you countless times, and you deceived this king with countless answers. It is true that you are kind, but this king would like to ask you, at that time, the reason you cheated this king was that you didn't want this king to take risks, or were you afraid that this king might ruin your plan for a while?" Ye Junqing held both hands in her hands. Teacup, put it on the table so that the tea inside will not spill on the back of your hand.

"Does the prince have to turn over the old account at this time?" Yao Mowan choked to herself, her eyes cold.

"This king wants to know your answer." Ye Junqing spoke persistently.

"Both." Yao Mowan responded solemnly.

"This king believes in the latter more. Also in Nanqiang, Duan Shiming made such a demanding request, why don't you tell this king? Do you believe it, if you tell this king, the result will be different? , How can you believe it!" Ye Junqing smiled bitterly.

"What the **** does the prince want to say?" Yao Mowan looked at Ye Junqing with clear eyes, feeling depressed in his heart.

"In fact, why does this king have the right to blame you? Compared with Feng Yihan, Duan Zitong and Han Jinyi, this king and you can be regarded as getting along day and night, but as a result, each of them can recognize Yao at that time. Mo Wan is fake, but you are sitting next to this king, but this king didn't notice it at all." Ye Junqing's eyebrows were tightened, his heartache could not be aggravated, but his face was as calm as a flat lake.

"What does this mean?" Yao Mowan's heart was uneasy.

"It means that their thoughts on you far exceed this king. Compared to this king, they care about you more and care about you, and this king... sometimes even can’t tell whether you are in front of you, whether it’s Mo Wan or Mo Xin..." Ye Junqing said solemnly, but his heart was so painful that he could even feel his heart dripping with blood, it hurts.

"So..." Yao Mowan pressed her lips tightly, looking at Ye Junqing's eyes gleaming.