After the rebirth, the black heart lotus prince said to marry me

Chapter 105 No If
After Mu Jiuqing was dressed, a little girl came in, blessed her body and said, "I want to report to the Princess, the Crown Prince Donglin is here to see you."

The little princess frowned slightly, and came to see her early in the morning?
Mu Jiuqing narrowed her eyes, pulled her lips slightly, and ordered, "Let someone prepare an extra breakfast."

The little girl said, "Yes."

Fushen withdrew and invited Prince Donglin to come in.

Mu Jiuqing walked around the screen and came out, only to see a young man in snow-blue brocade clothes sitting in a chaise longue and drinking tea in front of the flower hall.

When Feng Mingjue heard the footsteps, he raised his eyes, looked at her, hurriedly got up and greeted her with a smile, "Qing'er..."

The girl raised her eyes and gave a faint "hmm", then went to the restaurant.

The young man followed her in and said, "Qing'er, I haven't had breakfast yet, can I have breakfast with you here?"

As soon as the words were finished, a few maids filed in, carrying a sumptuous breakfast and placing it on the dining table.

At first glance, it was for two people, and there was something he liked to eat.

Feng Mingjue's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't restrain his upward movement. Without further ado, he sat down and looked up at the girl, and said happily, "Does Qing'er know what I like to eat?"

Every time he comes, you can see his favorite dishes on the table.

Does this prove that she actually likes and cares about him in her heart?

Mu Jiuqing held a bowl of peanut milk soup, without raising her eyelids, and said with a smile, "I don't know, it's all prepared by the girl."

She really doesn't know what he likes to eat. In his previous life, he would come to Fengxiao Palace to eat with her almost every day, but the whole table was full of Yushan's favorite food. She had never seen him picky eaters. What did she eat? He just eats whatever he eats, and their relationship is not good, and she is not his concubine, so how can she care about his preferences?
Probably because when I was a child, I often couldn't get enough to eat when I was a proton in Mu Wang's Mansion, so I developed the habit of just filling my stomach.

Later, when he became an emperor, his eating habits were very casual.

And if he knew what he likes to eat, he would have poisoned him to death.

But this is because she was so angry that she couldn't think about it. She was imprisoned in her previous life, and he didn't let her touch even a gold hairpin. Things that were used to kill or commit suicide were confiscated, and poisoning was out of the question.

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Hearing this, Feng Mingjue was heartbroken. Looking at the girl with indifferent eyes, he remembered what Yin Xun said last night. He couldn't sleep all night when he went back. Combined with Uncle Zhaohuang's death, it can be imagined, Qing'er There is a good chance that the dream is real.

Thinking that in the future Mu Wangfu might be wiped out because of her, and that she would hate herself for the rest of her life, the young man felt heavy in his heart, his eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help reaching out to hold her hand, saying, "Qing'er...if...I said if In the future, everything in your dreams will happen...you..."

Mu Jiuqing frowned, and glanced coldly at the hand he suddenly shook. Hearing what he said, she immediately raised her eyes to signal the girls to back off.

Xiang Ling and Jin Hua stared at the daring Prince Donglin with ugly expressions, and wanted to angrily scold him for being "presumptuous", but they didn't dare to violate the wishes of the little princess, so they had to retreat and guard outside the door.

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After the girl left, Mu Jiuqing couldn't help bursting into anger, grabbed his wrist and twisted it forcefully, and said angrily, "No if."

As she spoke, her eyes turned cold and she picked up the delicate and small porcelain bowl on the table and crushed it fiercely. In the next moment, the pieces turned into a pile of ashes, which fell little by little in front of his eyes.

"On the day it really happens, this is what will happen to you."

The girl's eyes were cold, and her voice lingered in his ears like jade beads colliding with each other.

There is no trace of murderous intent, but it is as cold as ice.

(End of this chapter)