The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 408: Cry happily
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Chapter 408 Cry happily
The sound of fighting outside gradually faded away, Yao Mowan’s long-accumulated tears seemed like a flood that broke the bank, surging down, and her heart, so painful, seemed to be eaten crazily by a thousand poisonous snakes!
"Cry happily. Once you have cried, forget that person." Ru Jiangnan Chunyu's voice sounded leisurely, Yao Mowan raised her eyes dimly with tears, and saw Han Jinyi standing on her in a black robe. In front of him, the compassionate expression was like looking at the Buddha in the world, Yao Mowan's defense line was defeated, and she threw herself into Han Jinyi's arms, crying in mourning.
Han Jinyi caressed the black hair of the woman in her arms with distress, and her fingers trembled a little. Who would be willing to shed tears from such an elf-like woman? Ye Junqing, you have no eyes.
The ink robe was wet with tears, and Yao Mowan was exhausted from crying, almost collapsed.
"Mo Wan?" The sobbing voice weakened, Han Jinyi whispered, but no one answered. Seeing Yao Mowan's body slide down, Han Jinyi quickly took Yao Mowan into his arms. .
Looking at the lovely pale and colorless face in his arms, Han Jinyi's heart twitched unconsciously. It was a feeling of distress. For the first time, Han Jinyi felt distressed for a woman.
On the bed, Han Jinyi gently put Yao Mowan forward, and then pulled up the Jin quilt. Those eyes, like two vast night sky, shone with gentle light like moonlight.
"Punishing yourself for someone else's fault, you are so stupid..." Seeing the tears from the corner of Yao Mowan's eyes turned into a stream and sinking into the temple, Han Jinyi's chest seemed to be blocked by a lump of cotton wool. asphyxia.
In the early morning of the next day, Ting Yue opened the door of Nuanyu Pavilion early. Seeing that the door of the inner room was not closed, she nodded towards him, but was shocked when she saw Yao Mowan sitting upright on the couch. Jumped.
"Mother, you haven't slept all night?" Ting Yue ran into the inner room in amazement, looking at her master with a worried expression.
"My palace is hungry, go and ask Master Qiao to prepare some food." When Tingyue entered the door, Yao Mowan stretched her waist fiercely, got up and walked off the bed, and sat on the dressing table swayingly. Before, he just picked up the comb and stroked the blue silk in his hand.
"Niang?" Tingyue had already learned from Yan Nansheng that Ye Junqing wanted to marry Duan Tingting. She was also worried about Yao Mowan for one night, so she came here early.
"Go!" Yao Mowan urged. Tingyue hesitated for a moment and had to turn around and leave. She didn't know how to comfort her about this incident. Yan Nansheng meant to let herself speak for Ye Junqing in front of her master. It is true that she felt that Ye Junqing and the master were a match made in heaven, but she could not agree with what Ye Junqing did, so Tingyue had reservations about Yan Nansheng's proposal.
Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Yao Mowan was a little lost, her eyebrows resembling the distant mountains of Mo Dai, her eyes resembling autumn water, her lips and her nose, and the slight movement of her lips was enough to turn all living creatures upside down. Yao Mowan caressed her cheek, eyes overflowing with a brilliant brilliance.
Yao Mowan, you almost lost your way! Have you forgotten your vow of rebirth? You are Yao Mowan, who knows Ye Hongyi the best in the world, Yao Suluan's snake-hearted Yao Mowan, Yao Mowan who pretends to be Yao Moxin and Zhonger's **** feud, is vowing to smash Ye Hongyi and Yao Suluan's corpse Yao Mowan of Wan Duan!
Now Ye Hongyi is still sitting firmly in the Golden Luang Temple. Although Yao Suluan is not as good as death, she has no repentance and no revenge, but you have grown up in love with your children here. Who are you worthy of like this!
The heart gradually calms down and becomes like water still. It takes one night to pay tribute to this relationship that has ended before it even begins. It is enough and extravagant...
In the bronze mirror, Yao Mowan’s lips gradually evoke a curve, and Can Ruo Chunhua’s smile has a daunting coldness. But people's hearts are always fleshy. If it doesn't hurt, how can it really stop pain, but Yao Mowan put the pain to the bottom of her heart and forced herself to ignore it.
Master Qiao’s breakfast meal is very rich. There are more than 300 meals in front of us. It is dazzling just to see. Yao Mowan wants to be grateful to Master Qiao. When he was fragile, he was a good man if he didn't fall into trouble. It wasn't until Han Jinyi entered the Nuan Yuge Pavilion that Yao Mowan felt that she was too self-satisfied. This was what Qiao Ye did, and it was only a hindrance to Han Jinyi's face.
Han Jinyi didn't talk much, just sitting there and picking dishes for Yao Mowan from time to time. Yao Mowan did not speak first. The scene of last night was still in front of him. It is true that he was just looking for a shoulder to lean down, but it was still a bit embarrassing. Fortunately, Yan Nansheng appeared in time to ease Nuan Yuge’s ambiguity. atmosphere of.
"Yao Mowan, did you cry all night?" Yan Nansheng exclaimed, looking at Yao Mowan's red eyes. Yao Mowan raised her eyebrows twice, and stared at Yan Nansheng like a sharp blade. She really wasn't a slave. Could it be that people all over the world are blind, and you are the only one with bright eyes! Yao Mowan slandered.
"Cough cough... breakfast is good, this leader is already hungry!" Yan Nansheng knew that he had failed, and immediately sat on the chair, about to take chopsticks, but was stopped by Han Jinyi.
"Your food is there." Han Jinyi spoke coldly, and Yan Nansheng followed Han Jinyi's sight, and saw a square table in the southeast corner of the main hall, and a large pot of warm air was placed in front of him. Tengteng's brown rice porridge and a plate of pickles. At this moment, the maid has already scooped up the porridge for Yan Nansheng and is waiting there respectfully.
"No! This league will mainly eat with you!" Yan Nansheng said with an unhappy expression.
"Master Qiao, order people to dump the porridge, the leader of Yan is not hungry." Han Jinyi said coldly.
"Slow! Eat! Isn't it enough? You are going to be stingy!" Yan Nansheng recognized the situation. If he didn't eat the brown rice porridge, he would have to be hungry for a day, perhaps more than one day. So Yan Nansheng walked to the small table next to him very aggrievedly, and drank the brown rice porridge which was worse than damp water.
At this moment, someone suddenly ran into the door, whispered a few words in Joe's ear, and stepped back.
"What's the matter?" Han Jinyi opened her mouth and put a piece of fish into Yao Mowan's bowl.
"Returning to the Lord, there is a woman outside who claims to be the hidden guard of Chu Hou, who said that she has important things to see, called Yu'er." Qiao Ye said, Yao Mowan raised his eyes sharply, and looked at Yan Nansheng. Depending on.
Han Jinyi said nothing, turning his eyes to Yao Mowan.
"If the Lord doesn't mind, Mo Wan would like to see Yu'er." Yao Mowan said with a cold voice, looking like an ancient well. Han Jinyi then nodded to Master Qiao, and after a short while, Yu'er led them into Nuanyu Pavilion.
"It's raining Yuer, see my master!" When she saw Yao Mowan, Yuer couldn't wait to come closer and respectfully salute. Seeing Yuer's messy hair and dry lips, Yao Mowan knew she must It is day and night.
"Ting Yue, pour Yu'er a glass of water soon." Yao Mowan felt a little distressed. How lucky she was to have such hidden guards as Yin Xue and Feng Yu Lei Dian. Thinking of this, Yao Mowan subconsciously glanced at Yan Nansheng who was drinking porridge in the corner. Maybe she should do something for Yan Nansheng.
"Master, Yu'er has something important to report!" Yu'er could not afford to drink water, and immediately took out the wedding invitation from his arms. After hesitating for a while, he still handed it to Yao Mowan.
Yao Mowan suspiciously accepted the wedding invitation. When he saw the name on it, the corners of her lips felt bitter. She was still distressed. She couldn't bear the pain, scratching her heart and liver.
"What is it?" Seeing Yao Mowan's face turned pale, Han Jinyi asked with her lips open.
"Return to the Lord, it is... it is the wedding invitation of Ye Junqing and Duan Tingting's wedding. When Yu'er came this time, he sent the wedding invitation to the master of Yan. Here is another copy for you. Yu'er speaks In time, he took out another wedding invitation from his arms and handed it to Han Jinyi.