"County Lord, wipe your body first, in the medicine bar. Zhu'er said distressedly.

After finishing speaking, he put the hot water on the stool and made a gesture to wipe Mo Ling's body.

"I'll just come. Mo Ling took the towel and wiped it.

After wiping it, Zhu'er poured medicinal wine on Mo Ling. The medicine and wine entered his body, and after a while, there was a hot pain on his body, Mo Ling gritted his teeth and endured a word, and scolded Mo Yan in his heart.

Hey, hey, it hurts to death labor and management, a dead fat man! Wait, the next time I see you, I won't strangle you, I'll scratch you to death!

Feeling Mo Ling's trembling slightly, Zhu'er's eyes turned red, "County Lord, you bear with it!" This medicinal wine has a good effect, but it hurts a little when you put it on, and it won't hurt anymore after you get it right." ”

Zhu'er complained in her heart that Mo Yan was still a little girl, how could she be so heavy-handed. When did the county lord suffer this kind of sin, even if he was naughty before, he had never been hurt!

But Zhu'er forgot that the county lord of her family had said before that if Mo Yan was beaten into a pig's head, Mo Yan's injuries would only be severe.

Sure enough, after the whole body was filled with medicinal wine, the pain disappeared and was replaced by an incomparably cool and comfortable feeling.

Mo Ling lay down for a while, and after all the medicine and wine were dry, he got dressed, lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

Mo Ling slept until dark, and after waking up, he was lying on the bed thinking about things, and after a while, Zhu'er came in with a meal.

"County lord, the princess said, seeing that you are tired today, let the slave maid bring you the meal. As she spoke, she took out the food and set it on the table.

"Well, Daddy, my mother doesn't know about my injury. Mo Ling got up, sat down at the table and asked Zhu'er.

"Should... I don't think so. Zhu'er hesitated, her eyes dodged, and she didn't dare to look directly at Mo Ling.

Seeing this, Mo Ling knew in his heart. Also, is there anything else in this palace that my father and mother don't know?

smiled at Zhu'er and said, "Okay, I know everything, I don't blame you." The whole palace belongs to the father's mother, and it is not surprising that they will know. ”

Zhu'er breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, she really didn't want to lie to the county lord, but the prince said that since the county lord was afraid that he would be worried, don't tell the county lord, he already knew about the county lord's injury.

It's really uncomfortable to lie, so the county lord doesn't blame her. He smiled at Mo Lingfu and said, "Slave and maid Xie the county lord, today the prince asked, I said, the county lord is not seriously injured." ”

"Well, well done, I'll reward you with a big chicken leg!" Mo Ling flew an appreciative look at Zhu'er and gave her a chicken leg.

"Slave and maid Xie County Lord!" Zhu'er took it and smiled sweetly.

Mo Ling teased Zhu'er while eating, "Yo, thank me, if I find you a good mother-in-law another day, then you still have to kowtow, thank you Dade!"

Zhu'er's face turned red and said, "County Lord, don't make fun of Zhu'er." Zhu'er has to be by your side so that she doesn't get married!"

"Oops, look at the little blush. Don't worry, I'll see if there's a suitable one, so that you can get married as soon as possible and strive to hold the two of you for three years. Mo Ling smiled evilly.

"County Lord, you... You're kidding Zhu'er, and Zhu'er is ignoring you!"

Seeing that Zhu'er changed from a stuffy gourd to more words, Mo Ling felt a sense of accomplishment. I'm good~ Keep up the good work.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this, okay?"

Zhu'er just breathed a sigh of relief, and then she heard a demonic voice sound.

"Then change the subject, what do you like? Is it delicate and soft and easy to push down, or is it strong? But well, it's better to be strong and strong, because ah, good physical strength... Can you give birth! Night and Night Sheng, right?" Mo Ling smiled obscenely, like a villain molesting a woman from a good family.

"County Lord!" Zhu'er blushed and was about to drip blood, stomped her foot, covered her face and ran out.

"Ah, hey, don't run, or I'll give you a good change? I don't like macho men, or I'll be gentle?" Mo Ling howled behind him, and Zhu'er ran faster.

Mo Ling shook his head, alas... The little girl can't stand the teasing. She's going to have to keep trying.

At this time, the branches by the window shook a few times, and a few leaves fell.

The strange spirit who watched was speechless for a while, could it be that even the tree was shy?

Regardless of the rest, I continued to pick up the chopsticks and eat.

After eating, Mo Ling lay on the bed and thought about life.

After a while, Zhu'er came over, quickly packed up her things, and ran away directly towards Mo Lingfu's blessed body.

Mo Ling rolled his eyes, ahhh

So boring... Mo Ling rolled on the bed. I can't sleep, why go, why go...

Mo Ling's eyes lit up, she hadn't been out of the house at night! In three days, there would be a poetry and literature meeting, and the street would definitely be lively.

Mo Ling stood up and went to the closet to get men's clothes and changed them. But how does this hair break?

Just tie it up.

Thinking that Mo Ling scattered his hair, three thousand strands of hair were blown up by the breeze. At that moment, Mo Lingmei was thrilling.

Mo Ling didn't bend his hair and tied a ball head. There was a white strap tied on it, which was a little shabby, but it didn't affect her handsome appearance in men's clothes.

"Let's go, the waves are gone..."Mo Ling shook the folding fan, and walked towards the backyard with excitement.

The white figure hidden in the tree, with a bit of amazement in his ice eyes that could not fade away. Seeing that the people had already gone away, he picked up the light work and chased after him.

And the secret guards of Mowang's Mansion, patrolling the guards, no one found this white figure, which shows how superb his martial arts are.

Mo Ling walked to the backyard and saw that there were no guards, and thought, Daddy is very fast, he withdrew so quickly, not bad!

Lifting his feet out of the palace, he walked happily to the market.

"Even if fate is upside down, even if fate is twists and turns, even if fate threatens you to be a boring person, don't shed tears, sadness, and should not give up, I want to be with you forever for the rest of my life. In my lifetime..."Mo Ling walked on the silent path, singing the red sun.

This red sun is Mo Ling's favorite song in her previous life, but Cantonese has nothing to do with her, and she can't learn it after learning it for a long time. I learned the Mandarin version, although it is not as good as Cantonese, but it is okay.

Mo Ling sang and jumped happily, like a night elf.

Seeing the people jumping in the distance, the man in white was full of doubts, what kind of song is this? It sounds strange to the tune, but there is a feeling of full power. The weird song, sung from that little mouth, is pretty good.

Yes, he likes it.

The man in white continued to follow Mo Ling, like an idiot...

And Mo Ling, who was walking in front, continued to sing, not realizing that he was being followed by the "idiot" at all.

The hawker had already heard the hawker shouting in front of him, and Mo Ling walked up quickly.

The streets are crowded with people and bustling with activity. In front of each stall and shop, lanterns of various colors are lit, and from a distance, it looks like a long lantern dragon, which is spectacular.

Due to the arrival of the poetry club, the streets are full of stalls of dancing and writing, guessing charades, and poetry.

Mo Ling walked in the middle of the street, looking at the lively street, his face was full of excitement. As he continued to walk forward, he heard the hawker in front of him shouting, "Yes to the poem, right to the poem! Come and see!"

After the hawker howled, everyone crowded in front of the stall. In an instant, the streets became crowded. Mo Ling's small body was buried in the crowd, squeezing forward with the flow of people.

Mo Ling scolded her mother in her heart, she didn't want to participate in any bullshit poems! Nima! Can you let her go out first! Others squeezed in, she squeezed out, but people were too small to squeeze others at all.

Mo Ling used his strength to eat, stepped on the toes of a few unlucky eggs, grabbed the hair of a few unlucky eggs, and successfully cleared a broad road.

When Mo Ling squeezed out, his hair was messy like a chicken coop, and his clothes were loose, like a little madman.

Before she could celebrate the arrival of the dawn of victory, she didn't know which killer pushed her, and she couldn't stop the car and fell down suddenly.

My pretty little face, don't break it!" Mo Ling wailed in his heart, waiting for an intimate contact with the earth.

When she was about to land, suddenly an arm stopped her waist, and with a force, he brought her into a warm embrace.

Mo Ling was brought into his arms, lying on someone's chest, hugging someone's waist, and rubbing his little face against someone's chest...

I sighed in my heart, wow, what a wide and warm chest, and it smells so good with a faint sandalwood fragrance on my body.

Someone being held was tense. Seeing that the villain was messy, a trace of disgust appeared in his ice eyes. resisted the urge to push away the villain, and said coldly: "Is it enough?"

Mo Ling suddenly heard a cold voice, and his body trembled, this person's voice was so cold!

But... How do you feel that this voice is a little familiar? The fox looked up suspiciously and saw a familiar mask and a pair of familiar ice eyes.

Mo Ling's eyes widened, and his face was incredulous.

Isn't this an iceberg attack?

The next second, I found that I was still holding someone, and the posture of the two was extremely ambiguous. The old man blushed, and immediately let go of Di Tianjue, and laughed dryly: "Okay... What a coincidence, Brother Mask, you also come out to play!"

"Well, it's a coincidence. Di Tian replied faintly.

Today he was "idle", and wanted to see the scenery in Mowang's Mansion, and "coincidentally" came to the little girl's garden. "Coincidentally" heard it, she had a very bold conversation with the maidservant.

Later, the little girl changed into men's clothes, and a small belly pocket "coincidentally" appeared in his eyes.

Well, it was the little belly pocket that appeared in his eyes, and he didn't look at it.

The little girl changed into men's clothes and left the palace, and then he felt bored and wanted to go out to play. "Coincidentally" went the same way with the little girl, and came to the street to catch the little girl "coincidentally".

He's just a "coincidence"...

"Well, that, thank you Brother Mask for helping you twice. Mo Ling arched his hand and thanked him.

I want to cry in my heart without tears, Nima! Why did I call her an iceberg attack! I returned it, and hugged him... Hang her noodles, this iceberg attack is a coquettish!

However, this iceberg attack looks cold, I didn't expect the embrace to be so warm...

I can't think about it anymore, a small attack is a small attack.

"Yes. "Emperor Tian rewarded Mo Ling with a favor.

Mo Ling patted his face, fixed his mind, and said to Emperor Tian: "Brother Mask is so interested!

Di Tian never replied, and said to Mo Ling: "Sort yourself out." ”

Mo Ling was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then lowered his head to look at his clothes and touched his hair.

Forehead... She kind of knew this masked brother, and looked at her with disgust in her eyes, what was going on.

Blushing, Nima, shamed on her grandmother's house. Hurriedly turned his back to Emperor Tianjue and re-curled his hair and tidied up his clothes.

Turning around, he smiled brightly at Emperor Tianjue: "Brother Mask, is this okay?"

Di Tianjue was stunned by this smile, stunned for two seconds, and then "En".

Mo Ling rolled his eyes in his heart, except that grace is grace, a few more words will die!

"Zhujun thank Brother Mask for helping you twice, and when you have time another day, you will definitely put on a banquet to thank you. The younger brother still has some things to do today, so he will leave first. Mo Ling arched his hand towards Emperor Tianjue, turned around and left.

She didn't want to be with a moving iceberg, she thought. Although this person helped her twice, it was a bit unauthentic to just leave, but she couldn't bear to be with this iceberg!

When Di Tianjue heard the familiar words, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch a little. And last time it was called Junzhu, this time it was changed to Zhujun, can you still talk about it?

I don't know what's wrong, but the ghost messenger said: "It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, just today." After saying that, he himself was stunned.

In the past few days, the picture of the little girl teaching the beggar has always appeared in my mind, and the picture of seeing her in female costume by accident one day.

That's why I "coincidentally" went to Mowang's Mansion tonight to see what this girl was doing.

He'd never been interested in a stranger before, what was going on?

Mo Ling stopped when he heard this, did he rely on her? Look at the clothes that this masked brother is wearing, he doesn't look like a poor person!How can he care about this meal!?

"That, little brother still has something to do today..."Mo Ling looked puzzled.

"En?" Di Tianjue glanced at Mo Ling with cold eyes, and his tone was elongated.

Mo Ling trembled, this mask brother's aura is so powerful!

Immediately stood up straight, and said with a straight face: "If you have something to do, you can do it another day, how can you not repay the kindness? That is not the work of a gentleman!"

"Yes. Di Tianjue was satisfied when he heard this, and he was gracious again.

Uh-huh, well, your uncle's! Mo Ling rolled his eyes wildly.

But his face was bright: "Then you can please, what do you eat!" After speaking, he made a gesture of please, bent over, and looked like a dog with more dog legs.