"What??" Ye Qiqi suddenly trembled when he heard the flattering voice. He turned around and glanced at Mo Xiuzhu.
"Look, I'm not kind to you on weekdays. When you were disguised as a man, I treated you just like my own brother. Now, your real brother is in trouble, are you going to stand by and watch?" Mo Xiuzhu looked at Ye Qiqi with a sincere expression.
"Yes, plan." Ye Qiqi nodded and blocked Mo Xiuzhu's next words with three words.
…
Beast! !
Sure enough, we are not a family, we don’t enter the same family! Such a beastly uncle and such a beastly aunt would be invincible in the world! !
Mo Xiuzhu stared straight at Ye Qiqi with wide eyes, biting his lips hard with his teeth, and groaned in his heart.
"Solve your own problems yourself." Mo Hanqing lay on the bed, glanced at Mo Xiuzhu lightly and said: "The new crown prince has not yet been selected, and this is your chance to show off in front of the emperor. "
"Who wants to be the prince! I am the third prince, and I can eat well and drink spicy food every day. Wouldn't it be great?" Mo Xiuzhu was a little depressed.
"Oh, if the second prince becomes the prince again and learns that the emperor once planned to make you the prince when he was frustrated, do you think you can still be a popular and spicy drinker in the future?" Mo Hanqing's pair of jet-black eyes were dark and deep. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was as cold as a knife stabbing into his heart.
“…”
The expression on Mo Xiuzhu's face froze instantly.
After a while, he put away the folding fan in his hand, knocked the palm of his hand hard, and gritted his teeth at Mo Hanqing and said, "Okay, if you are cruel, I will solve it myself."
After saying this, he turned around and went out without looking back.
Ye Qiqi stood there, watching his back disappear behind the door with some speechlessness, then turned to look at the cold guards standing in the room, waved her hands and said: "It's okay, it's okay, you all Go back and rest.”
"Yes!" The dozen or so cold guards responded respectfully to her, and then followed each other out in an orderly manner.
After the room became quiet, Ye Qiqi walked to the door, reached out and closed the door, and then walked back to Mo Hanqing's bed.
After the two looked at each other for a moment, Ye Qiqi finally asked: "When did your martial arts become so good? Your internal strength seems to have been greatly improved."
Mo Hanqing was still lying on the bed covered with a thin quilt, with a handkerchief dipped in cold water on his forehead. The two faint blushes on his jade-white cheeks made him really look like he was sick.
After a long silence, just when Ye Qiqi thought he would not answer her question, he suddenly whispered to her: "Qiqi, I want to eat something."
?
Ye Qiqi looked at him with doubts in her eyes and said casually: "If you want to eat, get up and eat. Whatever you want to eat, I'll ask the people in the kitchen to get it for you."
"The doctor said that I, the king, should eat lighter." Mo Hanqing said to her confidently.
The corner of Ye Qiqi's mouth couldn't help but twitch, she looked at him with black lines on her head and said, "Aren't you pretending to be sick?"
"No." Mo Hanqing looked at her calmly and said, "I'm really sick..."