“Auntie,”Jun Xi Qing quickly pulled bei Yuewu back, “Look, the monarch is dancing with Miss Ai.” Bei Yuewu raised her head and saw Murong Jiancheng’s palm elegantly resting on ai lei’s slender waist on the dance floor. The two of them danced gracefully. Murong Jiancheng was dressed in a black shirt. His handsome face was illuminated by the bright lights. His entire body exuded a steady charm that had been accumulated over time. He had the texture of a mature man. Ai Lei had a beautiful face and a good figure. She was really eye-catching when standing together with Murong Jiancheng. Bei Yuewu looked at them and her heart suddenly ached. “Auntie, it was a misunderstanding twenty-six years ago. You’ve misunderstood the monarch. With your charm, wouldn’t it be a matter of time to lure the monarch back?”Jun Xi Qing playfully winked at Bei Yuewu. Bei Yuewu curled her lips and shook her head slowly. “Even if I managed to seduce him back, his heart is not in me.” “Auntie, why do you say that?” “That year, when I met him, he was hurt by Dongfang Wanqing’s feelings and accepted me. During the first three months of our marriage, I was the one who chased after him. Sometimes, when I threw a tantrum with him, he would not say anything and just liked to give me a Cold War. He would turn around and run towards the study. I was afraid that he would leave me, so I always hugged him and apologized to him, asking him not to leave.” “I loved him very much, but he never said that he loved me. Therefore, I was always very humble in this marriage. In this imperial city, I felt even more insecure. Back then, the late Emperor had many wives of his own. The late Emperor did not like me and even gave his son a few wives. Although he did not accept it, I was still very afraid. In addition, his first love, Dongfang Wanqing, was still in the palace, so I was very jealous. I loved to be jealous. I did not allow him to talk to the daughters of those aristocratic families. I did not even allow him to get close to a beautiful servant girl. Later…” “After that, he entered Dongfang Wanqing’s room. Dongfang Wanqing’s servant girl purposely showed me a wedding handkerchief stained with blood. At that time, I fell into his trap and cried loudly with him.” “After that, we walked far away. I was angry, but he did not want to explain. The late Emperor passed away, and he was busy with government affairs. We could not speak much in a day. Sometimes at night, he wanted to make out with me, but I just pushed him away coldly.” “After that, I gave birth to Ye Ming. At that time, I wanted to take ye Ming away, but when I thought that ye Ming was the Crown Prince of country A, I cruelly left my son behind. I abandoned them both and left.” “Now that I think about it, it was all just my wishful thinking.” Jun Xi Qing looked at Bei Yue Wu’s emotional, absent-minded and sad appearance, and felt a great heartache. It was as if she had already seen that Bei Yue Wu from twenty-six years ago, who had humbly asked for perfection for love. But had the Murong Country Lord really never loved her? “Auntie, let’s go dance too. I’ve seen sister Ling Dance on the pole before. I heard that back then, Auntie’s dance could topple cities and thousands of people would leave the streets empty. I wonder if you have the chance to witness Auntie’s dance today?”Jun Xi Qing looked at bei Yue Wu with great admiration. Bei Yue Wu’s mood became better. She stretched out her hand to pick up an exquisite small bowl and threw it onto the carpet. The small bowl began to spin on the carpet and bei Yuewu leaped onto it. The tip of her feet touched the bowl and she danced gracefully. Oh My God. Murong Jiancheng heard the sucking sounds of the audience. He looked up and saw Bei Yuewu at a glance. Bei Yuewu changed out of her qipao and wore a red dress. Now, the red gauze skirt drew one gentle and enchanting arc after another in the air. Bei Yuewu was born to dance. Murong Jiancheng recalled the first time Bei Yuewu danced in a Jiao’s room twenty-six years ago. He and Yuan Ming were both guests. That dance made Yuan Ming fall into a frenzy. Wasn’t he the same? Murong Jiancheng’s gaze followed Bei Yuewu and couldn’t shift away. Bei Yuewu was having a great time. At this moment, her foot slipped and she fell backward. Ah! Bei Yuewu let out a soft cry. She felt that she was really unlucky. The main character of tonight was actually going to perform a dog gnawing on mud for everyone. Just as she was about to fall, a muscular arm suddenly came up from behind and hugged her. Her gentle body fell straight into a tall and handsome embrace. “Be careful.” That familiar bone-piercing voice rang in her ears. Bei Yuewu raised her head and bumped into Murong Jiancheng’s handsome and mature face. It was him. He was the one who hugged her. Bei Yuewu was stunned and quickly reached out to push him. “Thank you.” Murong Jiancheng did not let go. He had not hugged her soft body for a long time. He had not had a woman in the past twenty-six years. When she suddenly bumped into his embrace, he subconsciously did not want to let go. “What are you doing? Let Go of me.” With so many people watching, what was the meaning of him hugging her like this? Bei Yuewu struggled in his arms a few times. She twisted and their bodies rubbed against each other. Murong Jiancheng felt a ball of fire suddenly jump up and surge into his brain. Bei Yuewu pushed him randomly and accidentally bumped into a certain part of him. Bei Yuewu was shocked. She raised her eyes to look at him. Murong Jiancheng turned his handsome face away uncomfortably and avoided her gaze before withdrawing his hand. He withdrew his hand too quickly and Bei Yuewu realized that she had sprained her ankle. She lost her balance and was about to fall again. Murong Jiancheng quickly stretched out his hand and quickly pulled her into his embrace. “What’s Wrong?” “Sprained my ankle.” Murong Jiancheng pursed his thin lips, then carried her horizontally and carried her upstairs to the room. Jun Xi Qing looked at this scene and clicked her tongue. Everyone said that Murong Lang was a piece of wood, but she didn’t think this piece of wood was stupid. .. In the room. Murong Jiancheng kicked open the door and walked in. He placed Bei Yuewu on the soft bed. Bei Yuewu hugged his neck and didn’t let go. The two of them rolled in and Murong Jiancheng pressed himself on top of her. At this moment, his protruding Adam’s apple softened. It turned out that Bei Yuewu’s red lips had accidentally kissed his Adam’s apple. Murong Jiancheng placed his palms on her side and straightened his body slightly. The protruding man’s Adam’s apple also rolled up and down. Bei Yuewu had been married to him before and had accidentally bumped into him in the hall. Looking at him now, she was already moved. She opened her mouth and bit down on his sexy Adam’s apple. Murong Jiancheng’s eyes reddened and he let out a low moan. The room was very quiet. The man’s low voice was like a cello and it was slightly hoarse. This moan was really flirtatious. Bei Yue Wu let go of her mouth. “Murong Jiancheng, why are you humming?” Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes and looked at her. He saw her asking the obvious and making things difficult for him. He didn’t say anything and stood up straight. His big palm picked up her right foot and helped her rub her sprained ankle. He asked in a hoarse voice, “Is it here?”