New Life of Broken Cedar - C59

Gu Mo Yan widened his eyes in fright. He wanted to scream and stop them, but when he opened his mouth, he could not say anything. His face was fierce.

Xi Men Qingfeng stepped forward to comfort Gu Mo Yan, but he was subconsciously pushed away. He could only stay by his side and watch the torture outside.

Something fell into the frying pan with a thud, and the surrounding sound instantly echoed with the sound of the frying pan as it became louder. Those people were all panicking, wondering if they would end up in this boiling hot pot of oil in the next second, or if they would end up with their heads in the air.

Wu Qi’s skin started to turn red under the speed visible to the naked eye. He still had consciousness, and the pain made him cry out, acting like the person Mo Gu Han wanted to see the most, yelling and cursing. His usual calmness was swept away, leaving only hatred.

Mo Gu Han wanted to play his flute to express his happy mood, but after thinking for a while, he gave up. He had already achieved half of his goal here today, and there was still one more step left.

After Mo Gu Han finished admiring Wu Qi’s struggling expression, he turned around slowly and raised his eyebrows at Gu Mo Yan and Xi Men Qing who were standing at the door.

Gu Moyan stood at the door, and the recently finished leaf in the room was still talking in his sleep, crying loudly, as if it was crying for Wu Qi, as if it was feeling pain for the decline of human life, as if it was feeling sad for itself at the wrong time. There were many that Gu Moyan could not identify, and it could only be said that he was feeling powerless.

The sound from the wok gradually became quieter, and the noise also disappeared. The people in the room seemed to have expended all their energy and stopped crying. Everything finally settled down. The snow was falling so hard that it covered the sky and the ground, hiding the despair.

As far as the eyes could see, it was a vast expanse of land. They fluttered gracefully and gracefully in the air, gently swirling about. Gu Moyan could feel the clash of vision. The blood-red under Ye Wen’s feet was like coral, and the ground was now as white as agate.

Mo Gu Han opened his mouth and asked the rest of them, “The consequences are like this. Are you still going to persevere?”

Gu Moyan thought muddle-headedly. He didn’t know if he was talking to himself or to Ximen Qingfeng, but at the last moment, he heard a sentence that suddenly came from afar, “I never thought of getting close to him. The King is overthinking.”

The moment Gu Moyan fainted, Mo Gu Han immediately went forward to hug her. He brushed away the snow that had just fallen on her shoulders and cast a warning glance at Ximen Qingfeng.

Ximen Qingfeng indifferently moved away from them and returned to the side of the ministers. He said, “The Emperor is overthinking things. I have no relationship with Young Master Gu. I won’t have one before, nor will I ever have one again.”

Of course, he understood that Mo Gu Han’s actions today in front of all the ministers and concubines was undoubtedly a warning for him not to be too close to Gu Mo Yan on the surface or secretly walking underground. Then, why did Gu Mo Yan’s actions a few days ago relax so much, it was probably a warning for all of them today. He was afraid that Gu Moyan wouldn’t dare to come looking for him in the future, so the price for doing so would be too high.

As for the other officials and concubines, it was as if they were announcing to the outsiders that Gu Moyan’s ownership of the palace was in his hands. As long as Gu Moyan was not allowed to leave the palace, then his every word and action were within his control.