"You!" Mo Qinghan looked around at the ministers pointing at her, her face flushed red, she didn't expect that Mo Qingli would do this to her.
But she, Mo Qinghan, was not a vegetarian either, so she quickly realized it. She opened her eyes pretending to be innocent, and said sincerely to Mo Qingli: "Sister, sister really didn't mean it just now, why does my sister miss her so much!"
After speaking, she quickly bent down and stretched out her hand to help Mo Qingli. Li Jing's eyes widened, and she was about to open Mo Qinghan's hand, but Mo Qingli held Li Jing's hand and stood up before her. Qinghan was left blank, her hands froze there.
"It's better not to bother my sister." Mo Qingli lowered her head pretending to be panic-stricken, and said weakly. She just wanted to make everyone think that she, Mo Qinghan, was a hypocrite, pretending to be generous in front of people, but secretly tripping people up behind her.
Sure enough, Mo Qingli's appearance made the surrounding ministers look at Mo Qinghan in different ways. Although they were still polite on the surface, a certain kind of tiny seed had already been planted in their hearts.
Seeing Mo Qingli and Li Jing walk away, Mo Qinghan's fists gradually clenched - Mo Qingli, let's wait and see.
As soon as she left the palace, Yueyao stepped forward to support Mo Qingli. In front of others, she had to pretend to be in place, after all, their princess is seriously ill now!
"Princess Six, see you in three days." Li Jing cupped her hands towards Mo Qingli.
Mo Qingli also replied: "Yes."
"Princess, do you have a three-day appointment with General Li?" Yue-yao hurriedly asked after General Li left.
Mo Qingli knew that this impatient Yueyao would definitely ask, but that's okay, I really have to trouble her to help Zhang Luo Zhang Luo these few days.
"Well, the empress sent me to go out with General Li in three days." With Yueyao's support, Mo Qingli got into the sedan chair, and said softly.
What? !
Yue Yao was taken aback, "Princess, didn't the empress send the eldest princess to guard the border!? Why did you send the princess to go with General Li again?!"
"Mo Qingyu died in battle."
What? !
This news shocked Yue-Yao even more than when the Empress asked Mo Qingli to go to the border. It didn't take long before the eldest princess died in battle! How difficult are those small countries on the border to be so powerful? !
Yueyao recalled that her dream when she was young was to contribute to the country, hoping that one day her country could unify the world. Now, the opportunity has finally come.
"Yueyao would like to follow the princess closely." Yueyao outside the sedan chair clenched her fists and shouted loudly, causing the passers-by around to look at her strangely.
Mo Qingli in the sedan chair didn't know Yueyao's thoughts, but she was very satisfied when she heard Yueyao's answer, she curled her lips into a smile, and fell asleep on the soft couch in the sedan chair. Didn't sleep well!
After returning home, Mo Qingli put her hands on her temples, and while walking towards the house, she gave Yueyao some things to prepare in the past few days.
"Miss."
A charming figure in Huayi blocked Mo Qingli's way, Mo Qingli frowned displeasedly, looked up at the person who came, "Get out of here."
Hearing this voice, Chen Jue trembled, but still stood in front of Mo Qingli, without moving a bit. During the few days he was in the princess mansion, Mo Qingli never came to see him at all. Chen Jue deeply knew that in the imperial family, a side king who fell out of favor was not as good as a humble servant, so he had to take the initiative attack.
"Miss, did you forget about Chen Jue?" Chen Jue bit her lip, her eyes were wide open, with crystal tears swirling in her eye sockets.
Chen Jue? ! The name seems familiar.
"Princess, he is the son you brought back from outside!" Seeing Mo Qingli's appearance, Yueyao knew that her princess must have forgotten, so she hurriedly whispered in Mo Qingli's ear.
Wanhua Pavilion. Mo Qingli remembered, isn't he the man who redeemed, shen, from Wanhua Pavilion by herself!
"Why are you still in the mansion?" Mo Qingli was a little puzzled, then turned her head and asked Xiang Yueyao, "Didn't I ask you to arrange him properly?"
Yueyao heard Mo Qingli's displeasure, and she broke out in a cold sweat, "Servant... slave..."
"It's none of her business." Chen Jue relieved Yueyao, "I begged Miss Yueyao not to drive me out of the house."
"Oh?" Mo Qingli looked back at the man in front of him, and Mo Qingli saw a trace of stubbornness that could only be seen in Ye Luoze on his handsome face, which aroused Mo Qingli's interest Know what he will say next.
"I..." Chen Jue was obviously flustered under Mo Qingli's gaze, he lowered his head, and panickedly forgot the words he had just thought up.
Mo Qingli felt bored, and when she was about to lift her leg to leave, Chen Jue spoke.
"I... I am not clean, shen/ son, my father passed away, and there is only a gambler left, if I go back again, I am afraid I still cannot escape the fate of being sold//shen//. If you don’t want to Take me in, then I... I really can't survive."
Chen Jue said it in one breath, and Yue Yao was sympathetic, "Princess, Mr. Chen Jue... is so pitiful."
Mo Qingli frowned slightly. At the beginning, she was willing to redeem him for him so that he could start a new life, but it seemed that she had overlooked one point, this is the country of women. As he said, perhaps, after leaving here, his fate is just as miserable.
"That's all." Mo Qingli waved his hand, "You can stay here!"
Chen Jue was overjoyed when he heard this, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to thank her. You know, Mo Qingli's words can be regarded as confirming his identity.
"Yueyao, hold a ceremony for Mr. Chen Fang!" Mo Qingli gave Yueyao instructions and left.
"Mr. Chen, congratulations!" Yue Yao hurriedly stepped forward to congratulate, "You can ask Mr. Chen to get ready tonight, the slaves will send someone to pick you up at night."
Chen Jue couldn't hide the joy on his face, "Please trouble Miss Yueyao!"
As soon as Mo Qingli returned to the room, she saw Namo who was leisurely sitting on the bench drinking tea, "Why are you still here!"
"Don't you want me here?" Naimo looked at Mo Qingli obviously aggrieved upon hearing this.
The corners of Mo Qingli's mouth twitched. The scene of last night was vivid in her memory. She was really tired and couldn't take a good rest. Knowing such news today made her even more exhausted physically and mentally. She finally returned to the room. Wanting to take a good rest, but seeing this unexpected guest, the words are naturally a bit heavy.
"That's not what I meant." Mo Qingli explained weakly.
Naimo saw the exhaustion on Mo Qingli's face, so she stopped teasing her, and gently put Mo Qingli on her lap and sat, resting her head on Mo Qingli's fragrant shoulder, saying softly Asked: "What's wrong?!"
"The queen sent me to fight." Mo Qingli sighed slightly, breathing in the fragrance from Naimo's body.
"You don't want to go?!" Naimo broke Mo Qingli's thoughts.
"Well, I won't be able to see you if I go." Mo Qingli was not hypocritical.
Naimo smiled when she heard the words, and rubbed her head against Mo Qingli's neck, "Then it's fine for us to go with you, as it happens that I don't want to stay here all the time. It's boring!"
"Pfft..." Mo Qingli was amused by Naimo's appearance at this time.
Naimo got up and held Mo Qingli's hand, "Close your eyes, I'll give you a surprise."
"What surprise?!" Mo Qingli laughed, how long had it been since she felt this kind of bland and sweet time, back then, she killed all of this with her own hands!
Thank God for giving her another chance to take good care of Naimo. She will cherish it.
"Close your eyes first." Naimo was a little dissatisfied with Mo Qingli's so many questions, and stamped her feet coquettishly.
The corner of Mo Qingli's mouth twitched, did he and Mu Tianlang fail to learn together! Helpless, Mo Qingli had no choice but to close her eyes, letting Naimo hold her hand and walk forward.
After a while, she heard Naimo say, "Okay, open your eyes!"
Feng Chen? !
As soon as Mo Qingli opened his eyes, he saw Feng Chenling tied up on the couch like a meat dumpling. There were still some bruises around the corners of his eyes and mouth, but he couldn't hide his peerless appearance at all.
"How's it going? Surprise!" Naimo had a smile on his face, and couldn't wait to ask Mo Qingli for credit.
Seeing Mo Qingli's face gradually darken, Naimo said badly to himself, and before Mo Qingli got angry, Naimo dodged and disappeared in place.
Seeing that the place where Namo was originally standing was empty, Mo Qingli seemed a little helpless. It seemed that the decision to let him live with Mu Tianlang was really bad.
She looked back at Feng Chenling lying unconscious on the couch, her heart tightened suddenly, she took two deep breaths, and then slowly untied the rope on Feng Chenling's body.
Naimo tied Feng Chenling very tightly, and some skins were even torn by the ropes. Mo Qingli raised her hand and gently brushed those injured skins. Wherever she went, the skin was as delicate as a newborn baby. smooth.
Throwing the untied rope aside, he raised his hand and gently covered the corners of his eyes and the corners of his eyes. There were slight bruises there. It must be when Naimo tied him up, so he resisted!
Ha ha... Mo Qingli smiled lightly, although Feng Chenling looked weak and weak on the outside, but she was extremely strong on the inside, and collided with Naimo's invincible, presumably the two must have bickered.
But Feng Chenling is no match for Naimo.
The cherry lips covered the wound at the corner of Feng Chenling's eyes without any warning, and the pink, tender tongue stretched out, gently licked Feng Chenling's wound, and then gradually slid down to the corner of Feng Chenling's mouth, kissing up.
Where Mo Qingli's lips kissed, the bruises also disappeared, and then she gradually proficient in kissing skills, pried open Feng Chenling's lips effortlessly, and then slightly picked up the tip of her tongue, and opened Feng Chenling's teeth. , lips, flick//open, slightly cool little tongue, chan//circling, up, touching Feng Chenling's soft, tongue, tip, gently allowing, sucking, sucking.
But after a while, Mo Qingli couldn't breathe, and when he was about to withdraw from Feng Chenling's mouth, the tip of his tongue, which was originally motionless, suddenly rolled deftly, and Mo Qingli's cool tongue, head, and back Roll up.