Proud Little Princess: Your Highness is too Black-Belly

Chapter 128: You were not beaten to death by him 3

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The next day, when the sky was dark, Mo Hanqing woke up.

He stared at the gauze curtain on the top of his bed for a long time before he remembered that he was thinking about Ye Qiqi last night, and fell asleep thinking about it.

The weak sunlight in the early morning filtered through the papered windows, casting a faint halo on the indoor floor.

Mo Hanqing turned over on the bed, closed her deep eyes again, then supported her body with her hands and sat up slowly.

He lifted off the thin quilt on his body, only wearing a pure white undershirt, and walked gracefully to the bookshelf in the room.

His ink-like long hair hung down behind him, reflecting the shallow morning light, as if there was a faint halo surrounding him.

Mo Hanqing stood in front of the bookshelf, raised his head slightly, looked at a brocade box placed high on the bookshelf, was silent for a moment, and then reached out and took down the brocade box.

The dark blue brocade box is embroidered with silver threads on the three friends of pine, plum, bamboo and winter, which looks elegant and delicate.

His long white fingertips gently brushed the body of the brocade box, and then slowly opened the lid of the brocade box.

Inside the brocade box, on the red silk satin, lies a longevity lock carved from mutton-fat white jade.

It's just that the piece of longevity lock jade in the box is upside down.

On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.

Mo Hanqing's eyes swept over those two lines of words, and when his fingertips lightly touched the jade body, he felt a slight chill.

He picked up the piece of longevity lock jade and held it in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He just stood silently in front of the bookshelf for a while before putting the longevity lock jade in his hand back into the brocade box and reset it. on the bookshelf.

When she returned to the bed in the bedroom, Mo Hanqing couldn't help but frowned tightly.

What time has it been? Why hasn't his personal guard come over to help him wash and change clothes?

With this thought in mind, he called out coldly: "Xiao Qi."

The room was quiet, and no one answered his call.

Mo Hanqing raised his voice and called out again: "Xiao Qi!"

Still no response.

what happened

Could this guy have taken advantage of the darkness to sneak out of Prince Jing'an's Mansion?

When he thought of this, Mo Hanqing opened the door of his room and walked towards the west wing next to the main house.

Pushing open the door to the west wing, Mo Hanqing walked in with a frown.

Because this house is located in the west, the light inside the house is a little dark.

Mo Hanqing walked into the room slowly. In the dim light, he could vaguely see a figure sleeping on the bed.

"Xiao Qi." He stood next to the bed, looked at someone's defenseless sleepy eyes, and called again in a cold voice.

"Well..." Ye Qiqi, who was sleeping, didn't realize at all that the "Xiao Qi" just called her. She just responded in a daze, then turned over and continued to sleep.

"Xiao Qi." Mo Hanqing's frown deepened. He reached out and pushed the sleeping Ye Qiqi, and his voice became slightly louder.

"Um... what are you doing..." Ye Qiqi was sleeping on the bed, having a sweet dream, when she felt someone pushing her.

"Get up." Mo Hanqing saw that he couldn't wake her up, so he simply grabbed her arm and lifted her up from the bed.