Gao Lengmeng emperor loves fierce concubine

Chapter 589
His arms suddenly exerted force, wrapping her tightly, trying to embed her into his body.

This hug turned sour.

A certain body began to struggle involuntarily, "Jimo Shang..."

But he didn't let go, his arms were like vines, as if he wanted to tie her whole life to him, "Little girl, don't move around, or I can't help but take a step closer."

His breath fell on her ear, itching, a little eager.

She didn't dare to move anymore, and let him hold her a little stiffly.

Jimo Shang chuckled with satisfaction, "For the sake of being so obedient, can I tell you a secret?"

"what?"

"A few days ago, my king went to Lingshan Temple to drink tea with Master Jueneng. He made a divination for me. Do you know what the hexagram says?"

A certain heart suddenly beat fast, "How to say?"

Jimo Shang laughed again, and casually said word by word, "When two dragons fight for the phoenix, there must be a loss."

A certain body trembled, and his arms suddenly tightened even more.

"Little girl, who do you think will lose between me and him?"

A certain one didn't answer, but instead asked, "Is there any more?"

"There is another sentence, but... this king doesn't want to tell you yet."

"Jimo Shang..."

"Wait for this king to come back!" After leaving this sentence, he suddenly let go, turned around gracefully, opened the curtain and went out, and never looked back.

Not a moment later, on the official road in the distance, there was the sound of horseshoes and the squeaking of wheels on the snow, hitting her heart one by one, and she walked slowly farther and farther until it disappeared.

A certain one stood there frozen until Mo Mo and Jiu Lan rushed in eagerly.

"Miss!"

Looking at her expression, both of them couldn't help but feel worried. They wanted to ask something but didn't know where to start.

A certain one slowly let out a sigh of relief, and walked out slowly, "Nothing, let's go back to Beijing."

Outside the pavilion, the pair of people and horses had long since disappeared, but there was another carriage on the official road, the one that had left before.

Jiu Lan frowned, seeing a certain one seemed a bit tired, and said involuntarily, "Miss, if you don't want to see her, this subordinate will send her away."

A certain waved his hand, "Forget it, if you go and come back, you must have something to say, and if you don't see it now, you can't hide it."

A certain one came down from the pavilion, and the carriage opened slowly, and the person who got down was Bi Luo.

She was dressed in white and wore a rose-red cloak, red and white, very dazzling, but it was not as beautiful as that beautiful face.

However, at this moment, there was no blood on that face, which damaged her beauty a bit.

Especially those eyes, which were supposed to be holy, noble, and untainted like snow lotuses out of the dust, but looking at her complicatedly at this moment, there were layers of mist rolling inside.

There is resentment, struggle, envy, and endless pain and sorrow.

"Miss Mo, can you take a moment to speak?" She cut to the point, her tone a little cold.

A certain one nodded, and took the lead to walk under a big tree with a thick trunk to block the cold wind. She gathered the cloak around her body and looked at the person who followed, "Miss Bi Luo, what do you want to say or what do you want?" Just ask and say."

Bi Luo looked at her with eyes that seemed to pierce, "Since Miss Mo speaks so fast, Bi Luo will be offended. May I ask what Miss Mo thinks about His Highness?"

A certain expression remained unchanged, "What do you mean by that?"

(End of this chapter)