Chapter 902 Falling Into His Arms

"Auntie," Jun Xiqing quickly grabbed Bei Yuewu, "look, the monarch is going dancing with Miss Ai."

Bei Yuewu looked up and saw that on the dance floor, Murong Jiancheng's palm was elegantly and gentlemanly placed on Ailei's thin waist, and the two danced gracefully.

Murong Jiancheng was wearing a black shirt, his handsome face was reflected in the bright lights, and his whole body was full of calm charm that had been accumulated by the years. He had the quality of a mature man.

Ailei has a pretty face, a good figure, and a curved front and back. She is really eye-catching when standing next to Murong Jiancheng.

Bei Yuewu looked at them, and her heart suddenly hurt.

"Auntie, there was a misunderstanding twenty-six years ago. You misunderstood the monarch. With your charm, is it not a matter of minutes to lure the monarch back?" Jun Xiqing winked playfully at Bei Yuewu. Slender feathers.

Bei Yuewu curled her lips and slowly shook her head, "Even if I get his people back, his heart is not with me."

"Aunt, why do you say that?"

"Back then, when I met him, he was hurt by Dongfang Wanqing's feelings and accepted me. During the first three months of our marriage, I chased him. Sometimes I got angry with him. What did he do? Without saying anything, he just likes to have a cold war with me, and then turns around and runs to the study. I am afraid that he will leave me, so I always hug him, apologize to him, and tell him not to leave. "

"I love him very much, but he never said he loved me. Therefore, I have always been humble in this marriage. In this imperial city, I feel even more insecure. The late emperor himself had many wives back then. The late emperor did not He liked me and gave his son several wives. Although he didn't accept it, I was just afraid. In addition, his first love Dongfang Wanqing was still in the palace, so I was particularly jealous. Love Jealous, he was not allowed to talk to those rich families, and he was not even allowed to get close to a beautiful maid. Later..."

"Later he entered Dongfang Wanqing's room, and Dongfang Wanqing's maid deliberately showed me a piece of handkerchief stained with virgin blood. I fell into the trap and started crying and making a scene with him."

"Later, we went far away. I was angry, but he didn't want to explain. The late emperor passed away and he was busy with government affairs. We couldn't speak more than a few words a day. Sometimes at night he wanted to make out with me, and I just said He pushed away coldly.

"Later, when I gave birth to Ye Ming, I wanted to take Ye Ming away, but thinking that Ye Ming was the Crown Prince of Country A, I cruelly kept my son, abandoned them, and left. ”

"Now that I think about it, it's just wishful thinking on my part."

Jun Xiqing sighed as she looked at Bei Yuewu, who looked dazed and sad, and felt very distressed. She seemed to have seen the Bei Yuewu who humbled herself for love twenty-six years ago.

But did Murong Guojun really never fall in love?

"Aunt, let's go dance too. I've seen Sister Ling pole dancing. I heard that my aunt's dance captivated the city and the streets were packed with people. I wonder if I have a chance to see my aunt's dance today?" Jun Xiqing looked at Bei with admiration. Yue dance.

Bei Yuewu's mood improved. She reached for a delicate small bowl and threw it on the carpet.

The small bowl began to spin on the carpet, and Bei Yuewu jumped up, her toes pointed in the bowl, and danced gracefully.

OMG.

Murong Jiancheng heard the gasps from the audience. He raised his eyes and saw Bei Yuewu at a glance.

Bei Yuewu changed out of the cheongsam and wore a long red skirt. Now the red gauze skirt drew soft and enchanting arcs in the air.

Bei Yue Wu was born to dance.

Murong Jiancheng remembered that twenty-six years ago, Bei Yuewu danced for the first time in Gillian's room, and he and Yuan Ming were both guests.

That dance made Yuan Ming fall into a frenzy.

He, so why not?

Murong Jiancheng's eyes followed Bei Yuewu and could not move away any further.

Bei Yuewu was having a great time, when her step slipped and she fell backwards.

ah!

Bei Yuewu exclaimed softly. She felt that she was really bad. The protagonist tonight was actually going to perform a dog chewing mud for everyone.

When she was about to fall, a strong arm suddenly came up from behind and hugged her. Her soft body fell directly into the arms of a tall and handsome man.

"careful."

That familiar voice sounded in my ears.

Bei Yuewu raised her head and bumped into Murong Jiancheng's handsome and mature face.

It's him.

It was he who held her.

Bei Yuewu paused and quickly reached out to push him, "Thank you."

Murong Jiancheng didn't let go. He hadn't held her soft body in his arms for a long time. He hadn't had a woman in the past twenty-six years. She suddenly ran into his arms, and he subconsciously didn't want to let go.

"What are you doing? Let me go."

Murong Jiancheng retracted his hand uncomfortably.

He stopped his hand too quickly, and Bei Yuewu found that she had sprained her foot. She suddenly lost her balance and was about to fall again.

Murong Jiancheng reached out with quick eyes and hands and quickly pulled her into his arms, "What's wrong?"

"My feet are sprained."

Murong Jiancheng pursed his thin lips, then picked her up and carried her to the room upstairs.

Jun Xiqing looked at this scene and clucked her tongue twice, saying that Murong Lang was just a piece of wood. Isn't she stupid to think of this piece of wood?

…

in the room.

Murong Jiancheng kicked open the door and walked in. He placed Bei Yuewu on the soft big bed.

He picked up her right foot with his big palm and rubbed her sprained ankle, "Is this here?"