Prime Minister’s Beautiful Wife - Chapter 177

After hearing Su Liluo’s words, Yunuo’s face was surprised, but there was a trace of bitter smile in the corners of her mouth. Although she didn’t know where the gossip came from, it didn’t mean anything to Jun Yuchen now. He was no longer there. What’s the use of these?

He doesn’t care, let alone wake up and argue, and she doesn’t care about these foreign things? I think it’s also some innocent slanders against Jun Yuchen in the court on weekdays, but such a big thing after the jun family really makes people a little surprised.

She gently shook her head, patted Su Liluo’s small head, and said gently, “Liluo, don’t worry about these things. I’ll follow the bodyguard back to the north desert later, which is a worry for me…”

She said don’t open her eyes, slowly side over the body, looked at the mountain not far away, her eyes flickered, and she didn’t know what she was thinking.

Su Liluo didn’t doubt anything else, but he was a little reluctant in his heart. His nose was slightly sour and choked: “good sister, don’t let me go so soon? Tomorrow is the day of brother Yuchen’s funeral, will you let me see him off? Tomorrow I’ll go back to Beimo, Haosheng will be my crown princess, and I won’t embarrass Tuoba Yanlie any more?”

With a trace of expectation in his eyes, he grabbed Yunuo’s clothes tightly, with a sad face, and his tears wanted to flow again and again.

After hearing these words, Yunuo took back his eyes and looked at Su Liluo faintly. He was also slightly astringent. He hesitated, but he nodded slightly. His low voice was sad and long, “yes… You should give… Us…”

Su Liluo’s heart jumped when she heard Yu Nuo nodding like this. She knew she was staying in Jingluo all day. She wanted to be worried about Tuoba Yanlie in the north desert, but she really couldn’t give up Yu Nuo and Jun Yuchen. Anyway, she had to watch Jun Yuchen’s funeral

Because of Su Liluo’s identity, Yunuo had to secretly arrange to live in the backyard of Jun’s house, and told her that she could only hide at the funeral tomorrow. Don’t rush out and be rude. Don’t teach others to see her identity!

After all, the funeral givers tomorrow are not simple people, and Su Liluo is the third princess of Jingluo. Now the Crown Princess of the prince of northern desert is really not suitable to be in your house.

When Yunuo settled Su Liluo, she walked back slowly, but just about to step into the mourning hall, she was blocked by someone, which made her slightly stunned. She raised her head and looked at the old man, dressed in white clothes and wearing white flowers on her head. She was hoarse and wanted to say something, but she didn’t say anything after all, but there was a trace of helplessness in her eyes.

Yu Nuo also didn’t want to have too many conflicts with the visitor, so he wanted to walk around the person, but unexpectedly, he was buckled by the person’s wrist, which made her feel painful at once. His thin lips closed tightly. He didn’t know what to do. He said in a hard voice: “Miss Mo, please let go.”

As soon as these words came out, there was no trace of temperature. It was as cold as words coming from the ice cave. Mo Zhixun couldn’t help shivering. She looked at the light words on her face with red eyes and hated her teeth. She pulled over her body and shouted: “Fan Qinian, I hate you! Why can’t you take care of him? Why? After so many days, you haven’t even shed a tear. Do you still have a heart?”

The last sentence was very light. Listening to Yunuo’s ear, it seemed to hit her heart word by word, which made her heart suddenly ache. Her lips were pale for a few minutes, but she still looked at Mo Zhixun with an expressionless face and looked at it carefully. I don’t know how long it took to hear a cold voice without any emotion from Yunuo.

“Miss Mo, this is my business. It has nothing to do with you.”

Just such a sentence made Mo Zhixun’s hand loose. For a moment, she didn’t know how to refute her promise. She just looked at her quietly, walked into the mourning hall without looking back, and then knelt aside. Her eyes were red and her hands were unconsciously pinched.

“Zhi Xun, if the lady falls down, who will preside over the affairs in the imperial house?” a slightly astringent voice sounded from behind Mo Zhi Xun, making her suddenly turn around. She saw Lin Yumo standing behind her. Tears finally flowed out of her eyes, clenched her lower lip and rushed into his arms.

Mo Zhixun tightly pinched Lin Yumo’s clothes, convulsed all over, and cried louder and louder. Lin Yumo felt bad when he saw it. He finally came back, but what he didn’t want to hear was the news of Jun Yuchen’s death. His once good brother had no time to see this last side!

He patted Mo Zhixun’s shoulder gently and sighed slightly. Naturally, he knew the pain of Mo Zhixun and understood Yu Nuo’s mood at the moment. She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t cry. She was afraid that she couldn’t stop crying. She didn’t want to make trouble. What should happen to Jun Yuchen if it went on like this?

Now Yunuo has the appearance of a qualified hostess, but it’s so distressing. It’s a pity that Jun Yuchen can’t see it anymore

I don’t know how long it took before Mo Zhixun finally released her clothes pulling Lin Yumo. Her eyes were still red. She glanced at the house as if she didn’t know the trivial things outside. She knelt straight and promised. For a moment, she suddenly felt that her stubbornness and strength were not her own. The charm made people feel distressed, but it was more attractive.

Lin Yumo gently shook his head, sighed, and whispered, “do you know the gossip outside now? It’s said that Yuchen is the orphan of the East King’s family. In order to revenge Jingluo, he stayed in Jingluo to win trust. I don’t know whether the emperor knows about this, but if he knows, it will be troublesome…”

Now that these things have piled up, how can people not worry about it? There is no news on the chaotang hall, but the rumors outside have begun to affect Jun Yuchen’s reputation! Tomorrow is the funeral day. He feels a little uneasy. He always feels that something bad has happened

When Mo Zhixun heard Lin Yumo say this, her face changed greatly, her eyes widened and asked, “why did this happen? If emperor Jingluo investigated this matter, then Yuchen… No, tomorrow is the day of funeral…”