Chapter 123 (1/2)

Mo Xiaoyan thought that she might be the worst crossing woman ever.

First, she was beaten for the first time since she was born. She finally escaped to Wenting. She wanted to seek spiritual comfort and discuss a solution together. However, the man who had always been obedient to her suddenly blackened, and the man's gaze made her hair stand on end.

But different from Xie Liancheng, Wenting didn't treat her well.

Mo Xiaoyan only thought that he was ”jealous”, so he would ”threaten” her to dig her eyes.

Now she could only hypnotize herself in this way.

She lived here in Wenting for a long time. Xie Liancheng didn't let anyone call her.

Mo Xiaoyan's nervous tension relaxed, touched the pillow to sleep in the past, also did not have the mind ”to have fun.”.

In the middle of the night, she was in a trance and heard a few shrill crows.

Mo Xiaoyan was tossed by Xie Liancheng, extremely sensitive to the sound, subconsciously opened his eyes. There was only an oil lamp in front of the bed, which reflected the dim shadow of the gauze curtain.

A slender figure stood in the room, fingers like a piece of white paper, lit the candle, and threw it into the white porcelain bowl.

What's Wenting doing when he doesn't sleep in the middle of the night?

Rubbing his head, Mo Xiaoyan was about to open his mouth when he took out a stack of yellow paper.

This, this is paper money?

Mo Xiaoyan was frightened to urinate after seeing it clearly.

She then smelled that the room was filled with pungent incense.

The man burned the nether money in an orderly way, grabbed the soil from the red sandalwood box, and sprinkled it from the house to the door.

”Li General... ”

The tone was so long that it seemed to be calling someone's name.

With the doors and windows open, Mo Xiaoyan saw the pale and desolate moonlight, and the man wore a nearly plain white sacrificial dress, revealing a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

Mo Xiaoyan is going crazy.

She doesn't want to be here, she wants to go home!

She planned to sneak away, but her toes did not touch the ground. Suddenly, there was a lot of light in front of her. The man lifted the gauze curtain and held the big porcelain bowl in one hand. His long hair, as black as embroidered satin, glowed blue in the candlelight.

”Lord, you are awake.”

Wenting chuckled, ”you didn't eat anything at night. You must be thirsty.” He handed the porcelain bowl to her. Mo Xiaoyan looked inside. The water was yellow, and there were some burning paper scraps and ashes under it.

The woman's scalp was numb, and she laughed a few times, ”no, I, um --”

Wen Ting's expression remained unchanged, holding her chin and pouring it down.

Mo Xiaoyan's nose spouts liquid, which is extremely sour.

”Bah, bah...”

Waiting for Wenting to move her hand, Mo Xiaoyan tried to spit out the paper ash in her mouth.

Wenting put out his hand to cover her mouth, eyes suddenly became cold, ”swallow.”

”If you do not, I will send you back to the king's husband.”

His fine fingers were hooked and his hair was broken, which was indescribably good-looking.

Unintentional male Mo Xiaoyan almost shed tears.

”Wenting, you, how can you become like this...”

He wasn't like that before.

Mo Xiaoyan's heart raised a strange guess: the people in this palace are not all evil?

Xie Liancheng is like this, so is Wenting.

What did she do wrong to punish her like this?

No, it should be said that since the ”guy” came, this group of men has become strange. But why should she carry the pot on her own?

Mo Xiaoyan felt very unconvinced. She even wanted to catch the soul and beat her.

But now she was in a state of helplessness and did not know where to start.

Does she want to tell others that she shares a body with another soul? Don't talk nonsense. If she dares to say so, she will be pulled out every minute and burned alive as heresy.

Mo Xiaoyan thought of the consequences, or bite teeth to endure.

Anyway, it will be dawn soon after a while, and it will be ”she” who will take over the body.

However, Mo Xiaoyan forgot that she had not changed her body with Lin Lang for three days.

Holding a ”beautiful” idea, Mo Xiaoyan forced fear to sleep in the same bed with Wenting, stiff body, and finally survived until dawn.

But she was conscious.

Mo Xiaoyan almost didn't cry.

When will such a miserable day come to an end?

She was suffering in Wenting's side, and she felt very scared every night.

Incense wax, paper money, peach wood, grave soil, rooster, these things actually appear in the same room. How can a girl who is afraid of ghosts calm down?

”Lord, you are thirsty. Drink this quickly.”Wenting also brought up a bowl of water, and the smell of blood rushed to her face.

Mo Xiaoyan has been numb, teeth knock along the bowl, swallowing.

”The Lord is so good.” The man gently covered the brocade quilt for her, ”it's late at night, the Lord has a good rest.” Then he walked out of the inner room, opened the door and went out.

Wenting came to the center of the courtyard, and the moonlight brightened the snow. He closed his cloak.

”Will it fail this time?” The man said to himself.

He not only knew that there were two people living in the prince's body, but also knew that there was a soul who was a general of the former dynasty, which he overheard by passing through the corridor once.