Chapter 135 - All Gethered at Xiangman Tower (2/2)

There were many people walking up or down. In the front was a servant who was dressed luxuriantly and had a terrible voice. If it’s not for his sharp voice, no one would notice him. In the middle of them was a young man dressed in a blue robe. There were patterns of clouds sewed in silver thread on the blue robe, and a jade belt in royal blue by his waist. The jade crown on his head made him elegant and handsome. Though there was not much expression on his face, his eyes revealed anger and evil.

Then when a few people came upstairs, the servant ahead knocked them aside with no concerns and said obediently, “Master, watch out and don’t get tripped.”

Under such circ.u.mstance, everyone knew that they must be famous and rich and didn’t dare to mind their att.i.tudes. Especially, those two strong men who were standing behind them with something bulging on their waists couldn’t be easily offended.

Several people who were nearly knocked down just stared in anger and didn’t dare to do anything.

The third room on the left across to the stairs was suddenly opened and a teenager in white walked out and glanced at the crowds. He stepped backward and let them go through. A smile appeared on his handsome face, and his black eyes shone with glamor, which showed his insights and elegance.

Mo Xuetong just lifted her eyes to look at the crowds rus.h.i.+ng upwards. When she blinked her eyes and met those gently smiling eyes, she got surprised and her face turned pale. She lowered her head subconsciously and escaped from those eyes which seemed to have looked through her heart. She instantly threw herself into Feng Yuran’s arms.

Sensing Mo Xuetong’s strange behavior, Feng Yuran looked in her direction and found the teenager in white. He just glanced at him shortly and patted her back as a comfort.

“Who is so arrogant in the capital and pushed you down? Sir, how is your wife now?” Another servant who was almost pushed down held the handrail, turned around and asked Feng Yuran with care.

The girl in Feng Yuran’s arms was shaking and obviously shocked!

“It’s okay, she’ll be fine after a little rest.” Feng Yuran’s voice sounded like a cautious youth. He pulled and hugged Mo Xuetong, and slowly walked downstairs. He patted on Mo Xuetong’s back constantly and was afraid that she got shocked. They were dressed in heavy clothes because they were going out. Their clothes were also quite normal and looked just like average guests.

This time they were walking out, in the opposite direction of that crowd.

From the tall tower, Bai Yihao stopped looking at Mo Xuetong, and his gentle eyes were fixed on the crowd who were pa.s.sing them. He had a gentle smile by his lips and waved his hand. Then a beautiful maid walked out of the room that he had just left and placed a fragrant tea on the tray.

His eyes darkened suddenly.

Mo Xuetong didn’t dare to look back. She didn’t expect to see Bai Yihao here when Feng Yuran said there was a great play. When it came to who brought her the biggest stress in the world, it was Bai Yihao. Once she thought of his merits and achievements last life and how he killed so many people in a moment when standing gently in front of so many soldiers and generals, she felt scared.

His crown was reddened by so much blood!

Although he had helped her a few times and saved her life last time when she was ill. Every time they met, he seemed gentle and handsome except for the last time when his intention of killing was completely revealed in his eyes. So gradually Mo Xuetong forgot his legendary in last life, which was an immortal myth.

But just then, Mo Xuetong felt his intention of killing again. His smile was so elegant that one could feel his charm and grace in such a distance. But at the moment Mo Xuetong sensitively felt the coldness in his elegant eyes.

His eyes were smiling, but the smile was distant and only contained extreme coldness.

Seeing Bai Yihao in this way made Mo Xuetong remember those rumors about him in last life and wanted to escape from his eyes.

In order to avoid making any mistakes and ruining Feng Yuran’s plan, she just threw herself into Feng Yuran’s arms and acted as she was frightened by the crowd.

They went downstairs and walked out and there had already been a carriage waiting for them. Feng Yuran held Mo Xuetong and helped her into the carriage. Then he let go of her and took the hood off her. She was flushed and looked stuffed. There was even a little sweat on her pretty face, and she panted as if she was scared and stuffed, looking so cute. He smiled at these and naturally loosened the lace on her neck.

“Where are we going? Did you say we were going to see a play?” Mo Xuetong panted heavily for breath, feeling the carriage was on its way and asked curiously. She had heard Feng Yuran mentioned King Chu and King Yan over and over again. The play must have something to do with them. But she had heard that King Chu Feng Yuxuan had reserved a private room here, so why didn’t they stay there to watch but came down?

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