After her death, the emperors of the seven kingdoms all went mad

Fu Jingchuan shook the scabbard, and the long sword flew out of the scabbard. He swung the sword and it went straight towards Mo Ci's chest.

Mo Ci leaned back to dodge and quickly raised his leg to kick the sword in Fu Jingchuan's hand away.

Fu Jingchuan quickly turned the sword around, and the long sword slid lightly across Mo Ci's calf, leaving a shallow sword mark.

Liu Dong, who was standing by, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for his master.

The master is now extremely angry. If we continue to fight like this, we will suffer sooner or later.

Liudong had never seen him so angry before.

Fu Jingchuan did not stop the sword in his hand, and attacked with each move: "You are the one who deserves to die! You are forcing her, right or not?"

"It's not your place as an outsider to talk about what happened between me and her!"

Mo Ci also used fierce moves, and the two swords collided, making a crisp metallic sound.

"I am his man!"

"shut up!"

Mo Ci's eyes turned bloodshot and he chopped fiercely, splitting the sword in Fu Jingchuan's hand into two pieces.

When he was in her room, he heard the subtle voice: she was calling him to go out.

He wanted to rush in, grab her and hold her in his arms, but he couldn't do it.

He didn't want to see her being in someone else's arms.

He wanted to force her, force her to tell the man in her bed to leave.

But, it was of no use after all.

She was telling him to go.

He could only convince himself that Zhier was just sleepy and wanted to rest, and that he was overthinking it.

But now Fu Jingchuan came out of her room!

It's all true.

Fu Jingchuan deserves to die!

[Mo Ci's current blackening value is 60. ]

Mo Ci swept his sword towards Fu Jingchuan's neck. Fu Jingchuan dodged quickly, and the tip of the sword swept across, leaving a blood mark as thin as a hair on his face.

Not far away, Ye Che smiled and said, "Fight, it would be better if everyone dies."

"Master, why don't you take Prime Minister Lan away now?"

Ye Che was silent for a moment, "I won't be the one being taken advantage of at this time."

My sister obviously doesn't want to leave, and if I try to provoke her now, I'll only end up in trouble.

The two men fought fiercely, and more people came to watch the show.

At this time, a guard beside Mo Ci rushed over. Seeing that his master was fighting fiercely and he couldn't get a word in, he became very anxious.

He walked to Liu Dong and said to him, "Brother Dong, Prime Minister Lan has come to the master's bedroom and said he wants to eat. Do you want to talk to the master?"

Liu Dong patted the guard's head and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Liu Dong shouted, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Lan wants to have dinner with you."

The two people who were fighting to the death stopped after hearing Liudong's words.

Mo Ci's gloomy face looked a little better.

Fu Jingchuan, who was showing off just now, now had a dark cloud on his face, as if a storm was about to break out in the next second.

Mo Ci put away his sword and snorted coldly: "Hmph, my Zhier is looking for me for dinner, I will settle the account with you another day."

Fu Jingchuan clenched his fists tightly.

Why should his woman have to eat with other men?

He won't agree!

He swung his sword, but was blocked by Liu Dong's sword: "Prince Fu, please go back."

Mo Ci disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Some people in the dark, who were just gloating, immediately turned into jealousy.

.............

When Mo Ci returned to the bedroom, Lan Zhi was sitting at the round table playing with her hair out of boredom.

He slowed down his pace to make himself look less anxious.

The maids and eunuchs all breathed a sigh of relief. His Majesty did not look as scary as he had in the afternoon.

"The water here must be of good quality. My hair is so long and there aren't even any split ends."

Lan Zhi was muttering to herself when she heard footsteps outside.

She looked up and saw Mo Ci walking towards her slowly.

"Are you done?" she asked with a smile.

"Ah."

Mo Ci responded solemnly.

As I approached her, I smelled a fragrance, but my heart ached slightly.

Seeing that her hair was not yet dry, he reached out and lifted it up: "Did you take a shower?"

"Ah."

"just?"

"Well, what happened?"

"It's okay. Why didn't you ask someone to help you dry it? Be careful not to catch a cold."

He motioned for his servant to bring a bath towel.

The maid was just about to go forward to help Lan Zhi massage, but Mo Ci took the bath towel and waved his finger gently, signaling everyone to go out.

The black hair cascaded like a waterfall, shining with a healthy luster, which seemed a little inconsistent with her body.

He carefully dried her himself.

"In fact, it's almost dry and can't be wiped off. Don't bother with it."

Mo Ci didn't say anything. He inserted his bony fingers into her hair and then gently shook her soft hair.

The movements were very gentle, as if he was protecting some precious treasure.

It was too quiet, so Lan Zhi asked, "Your Majesty, have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"I do not have either."

"Someone, serve the meal."

"Yes."

In a short while, the round table was filled with all kinds of delicious dishes.

"Your Majesty, let's get started."

Lan Zhi grabbed his hand and stopped him from drying her hair.

Mo Ci glanced at the hand she was holding and said, "Okay."

They had only eaten half of their meal when they saw several maids bringing some of her belongings over.

Lan Zhi was surprised and asked, "Why did you bring all my clothes here?!"

"I'll live here from now on."

"Didn't we agree to separate these few days..."

"How can a couple sleep separately? Besides, we are getting married in a few days."

"We can't see each other before the wedding!"

"That's a bad habit. I don't have it here."

"..."

"I don't want it!" Lan Zhi protested.

Mo Ci suddenly fell silent. After a while, he put down the bowl, stood up and turned his back to her.

Lan Zhi thought he was going to leave, but he turned around.

Then he squatted in front of her and looked up at her.

There were complex emotions in his eyes, sadness and begging.

"I beg you, okay?"

As the king of a country, this is no different from kneeling down to beg her, but the ancients were superstitious and believed that if they were made to kneel down by the emperor, they would be afraid that their fate would not be able to bear it.

Seeing that she didn't answer, he said again: "I promise, I will never touch you if you don't agree, okay? Just live with me."

"Well, if you don't keep your word, then you can't blame me."

"Ah."

The look on Mo Ci's face finally turned from gloomy to bright.

When going to bed at night, Mo Ci even consciously asked whether he should use the quilt to divide the Chu Boundary River.

Lan Zhi smiled and hugged him: "Who doesn't love a free human pillow? I want to sleep with my arm as a pillow."

Mo Ci's gloomy mood completely dissipated at that moment.

When she woke up in the morning, Lan Zhi heard the system's voice: [Host, Meng Beixiao has been waiting for you at the post station all night.]

"Ah? Why didn't you remind me?"

She had forgotten all about it.

[Alas, I have become a wife-watching rock. Poor little Meng Meng, this scumbag is sleeping with someone else.]

"roll!"

"It's just one kiss, give him two kisses."