C191

Who is it?

Just when Ink Yan was fully focused on sensing the aura in the room. At this moment, with his eyes tightly shut, he acutely sensed that the door curtain behind him had been lifted. A person stepped out from behind the curtain and walked towards him.

Following that, Mo Yan suddenly opened her eyes! The first sentence blurted out.

"It's you!"

"Murong Hao!"

That's right, the person standing in front of Mo Yan was Murong Hao, who had left and never returned.

He wore a white jade dragon crown and a pure blue brocade dress. The material was smooth enough to reflect light. Bright color fabric embroidered with elegant cranes. There were two glazed hangings hanging symmetrically from his waist, and his feet were full of black suede boots. Although it was just a simple casual attire, it still brought out 200% of his unique crown prince demeanor.

Ink Yan had previously come up with a lot of excuses for Murong Hao. Thinking that he might have been put under house arrest by his royal uncle, or he might have been rejected by the court officials, and wouldn't be able to come out.

However, he would never have thought that while he was worried, unable to sleep, the other party would actually eat so much that he could sleep soundly, without even a strand of hair missing! Even meeting again to look at their own faces was an unexpected bottleneck. There was a shocking truth to this bottleneck.

That was, Murong Hao relied on his position as the crown prince. They all agreed that they should unconditionally sacrifice themselves for him.

Ink Yan subconsciously clenched her fists, how could he do this?

Taking advantage of this period of time, Murong Hao didn't notice anything. He calmly examined her from head to toe.

For some reason, he felt that the young man in front of him looked very similar to the Ink Mist that he liked. However, Murong Hao thought this as a matter of course. Since they were blood-related siblings, it was normal for them to have similar appearances. Thus, he opened his mouth.

"That's right. This prince is Murong Hao. "

After saying that, he unconsciously lifted his chin, straightened his back, and mentally prepared himself to accept the worship of his subordinates.

However, he was clearly wrong!

The person standing in front of Murong Hao was not Zhang Zhizhong's Mo Zilin! His very bones were completely soaked with the bits and pieces of the Chinese world. As for the slave who kneeled down every now and then when he saw his superior, she directly said no!

"Don't even think about making me kneel to you!"

What?

Murong Hao was so scared by her words that he couldn't even close his jaw!

And then, it was all because of Ink Yan's rejection, "Impudent! The crown prince had arrived! Why didn't you kneel when you saw it? " The curtain in the room was once again lifted, and Zhang Ziyi walked out of it. With a huge body and a large blade in one hand, the head-on attack of Ink Yan was a lesson to him.

"If you don't kneel down now, then I won't recognize you!"

However, even though Zhang Ziye had walked out, he was still holding a weapon against Mo Yan's neck. Ink Yan's waist had never been soft. She calmly looked straight at Zhang Ziyi, her lips slightly raised as she playfully refuted him.

"Vice General Zhang, you did not die when you openly violated His Majesty's orders. It is likely that you know that the crown prince left you with your life without a care in the world. If even you can't die, then wouldn't that mean that if I don't kneel, I can also obtain immunity? "

After saying this, he turned his gaze back to Murong Hao. His eyes clearly said: "If you don't agree, then give it a try."

In an instant, Murong Hao's body trembled. It was as if he could see his own Inkyan Yan on his way to marriage. He thought to himself that not only did these siblings look alike, they even had similar temperaments!

How can you not know what's good for you? Zhang Ziye, who had let loose the water to warn Ink Yan, saw that Ink Yan didn't appreciate his kindness. He raised his sword angrily and wanted to chop this reckless brat into pieces! However, before the blade could fall, he hesitated again.

It took a lot of effort for her seven precious little sisters to marry such a man. Furthermore, this man was General Mo's most promising youngest son, Mo Zilin. From now on, he only needed to choose the right route and face the team.

If he had accidentally been cut by himself today! In the future, if their little sister grew old and no one wanted to raise her, what could they do?

Fortunately, while Vice General Zhang was scheming something, Murong Hao yelled for him to stop! His tone was as dignified as ever.

"Actually, Vice General Zhang, you don't need to be angry."

"The Mo family's business is actually my large section of the Mu Rong family's fault to him." General Mo was clearly a loyal and patriotic person, yet he was being framed for no reason. All the men in the family were sent to the border, and all the women had disappeared into the government. In this sort of situation, even if Mo Zilin does not kneel, it would be normal for him to see this crown prince. "

After that, he looked back at Ink Yan and asked calmly.

"Is that so? Mo Zilin? "

Ink Yan suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Murong Hao, you truly are worthy of being the crown prince ~! The singing with a red face and white face is flawless! "

"I assume you've already made up your minds about this matter before you agreed to meet with me?"

Murong Hao's flawless expression suddenly split open.

For the first time, he started to suspect if this was the precious son that General Mo had brought with him since he was young. Why did he seem so resentful? You won't lower your head no matter what you say?

However, even though Murong Hao complained, he had never given up on trying to win over Ink Yan.

Under the premise of being ridiculed by Mo Yan twice, he quickly tidied up his expression, turned solemn, and said, "Mo Zilin!" Then, before she could react, her knees went soft and she kneeled down right in front of her!

And then …

Empty!

Murong Hao bent over, placed his hands on the ground, and without saying a word, smashed his head towards Mo Yan!

Empty!

Following closely was the second one!

Empty!

The third!

After kowtowing three times, he stood up, looked at Mo Yan as if she was as good as dead, and asked in a deep voice, "Is that enough?"

"Are these three heads of this crown prince enough to fill in the grievances of your father and your brother who sent you to the frontier?"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Zhang ZIye immediately let out the scream of his dead father, and without thinking, he kneeled down too!

However, Ink Yan's face was dark and she did not speak. She thought to herself, with just three kowtows, you think you can easily trick me to work so hard for you?

From start to finish, Murong Hao's gaze never left Ink Yan's face. When he found out that he couldn't get her understanding even after three taps, besides the shock in his heart, he was even more determined!

After that, under the indifferent expression of Ink Yan, he actually gritted his teeth, without saying anything further, he laid down again and gave another three hollow kowtows! When he raised his head again, the neatly bound white jade crown had already let down his hair. His forehead was red and swollen, and it seemed like it was going to break.

He was still looking at Ink Yan with determination, with the attitude that if you don't forgive me, I won't get up, shouting out that the three times before I kowtowed was just me apologizing on behalf of my father, the Mo family! Right now, I personally kowtow three more times, all for the sake of your mother and sister who died in that grand relay station!

I wonder if this kind of sincerity will be able to satisfy you!