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Mo Li felt that her little heart had been shattered into slag. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

How does she think that Ji Qiao is not only an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, but also a Doraemon pocket.

It's like, if you just tinker with it, you can dig out some magical aspects.

She thought, she's been struck by the blow, no, no, no.

Ji Qiao's body completely responded to the sentence: "The human body is an endless treasure trove." ”

Thinking about how much she paid to improve her martial arts in order to cultivate, and then look at Ji Qiao, people don't need the wind to blow, and they don't need the rain to fight, they just exercise in bed, and then they can float away from the ground.

Can God be a little more eccentric?

However, Mo Li was still a little confused.

If she really has great skills, will Ji Qiao still stay in her princess's mansion and let her grind?

Don't tell her that Ji Qiao is in love with her, and she will be terrified.

Well, it's just a bad joke.

However, Mo Li's doubts are indeed beyond doubt.

For fun, or to torture Ji Qiao, Mo Li did not fight Ji Qiao on the martial arts training ground.

And Ji Qiao's weak little body always fainted as expected.

Every time the imperial doctor diagnoses the pulse, it really shows that Ji Qiao's body is really weak.

Could it be that Ji Qiao picks yang to make up for yang, just to make himself look better?

I have to say that Mo Li really couldn't guess Ji Qiao's thoughts.

"Bring the colt." Mo Li threw the brush in his hand to the side with some irritation.

Annoyed, what kind of monster is Ji Qiao.

When she first received the plot, she thought that Ji Qiao was a person with a strange body structure, but later, she felt that Ji Qiao's origin was problematic, and he should not be a native of this place.

Now, she felt that Ji Qiao was full of mysteries.

"Princess."

Ji Qiao was as delicate and timid as ever, dressed in white and snowy, and his long hair was casually draped over his shoulders. Soft-spoken, delicate, hearty and clear-minded, it is the kind of beauty that can ignore and confuse gender, and it seems that even the Nine Heavens Xuannu cannot compare with it.

Mo Li's eyes flashed slightly, after a few days of not seeing him, Ji Qiao's face was even better than before.

The skin is glowing with a faint fluorescence, like a jade figure.

Crystal clear and beautiful.

"Horse, tomorrow the palace will have a banquet, you and I will go together." Mo Li took away the thoughts in his heart and said lightly.

"Good. The princess's orders, Ji Qiao should obey the order. ”

Ji Qiao's face is as bright as a peach blossom, his red lips are delicate, and his teeth are biting, which is even more attractive.

Looking at Ji Qiao's back, Mo Li's eyes darkened.

She can't design the Nine Emperor Uncles, but the Three Princes are still there.

Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, even if the three princes are imprisoned in the palace, they will naturally be invited into the palace by the emperor.

I haven't had ears and temples grinding for a long time, and I think that when the third prince sees Ji Qiao, he will definitely be like dry wood touching a fire, and he can't stop.

After such a long period of observation, Mo Li had already determined that anyone who rolled over the sheets with Ji Qiao had no resistance to Ji Qiao's body.

It's like a mad dog that sees flesh and bones, and has no brains at all.

The time of the day passed quickly, and just after the unitary hour of the second day, Mo Li was waiting for Ji Qiao.

Dressed in white again?

Seeing Ji Qiao's plain dress, Mo Li couldn't help frowning.

Mid-Autumn Festival, the day of reunion, Ji Qiao's white filial piety shirt, not even a dark pattern, embroidery is not to make trouble.

Mo Li greeted him, and smeared Ji Qiao's wrist through the precious silk satin.

Feeling the virus lurking in Ji Qiao's body, Mo Li breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really afraid that Ji Qiao's weird body could even be devoured by the virus.

Fortunately, it didn't get to the point of being so against the sky.

"Pony, Mid-Autumn Festival reunion family banquet, you better change into festive clothes."

Mo Liruo unintentionally let go of Ji Qiao's wrist and said lightly.

"Princess, isn't Ji Qiao beautiful like this?"

Ji Qiao, who has always been alienated and respectful to Mo Li, actually threw a rare wink at Mo Li.

Mo Li was a little stunned, what kind of trouble is this?

"Horses are naturally beautiful." Mo Li said indifferently.

Ji Qiao's beauty in the prime of life is a recognized fact, and there is no need for her to deny it.

Didn't you see the Qingling beauty huddled aside, looking through the autumn water, looking at Ji Qiao with affection?

"It's just that white clothes are always a little unlucky on such a festival."

"In case you touch your father's mold, you might as well change it."

Mo Li is vigilant in his heart, there must be a demon when things go wrong.

"The emperor is kind-hearted and blesses the world, so naturally he won't blame me for such a trivial matter." Ji Qiao stubbornly did not change his shirt.

Mo Li's brows frowned even tighter, what the hell was the strong interest in Ji Qiao's words.

Could it be that this is a change of goal, wanting to make the emperor his subordinate minister?

I have to say that if Ji Qiao really plans like this, then it is really a good decision.

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister.

If Ji Qiao can really win the emperor, with the weirdness of his body, I am afraid that the entire Dayu Kingdom will be decided by Ji Qiao.

However, Ji Qiao is not too confident.

The emperor is infatuated with the queen, has no regrets, and has no interest in men at all, how sure is Ji Qiao that he can take down the emperor.

Although Mo Li questioned it in his heart, he didn't dare to underestimate Ji Qiao at all.

In Mo Li's opinion, even if Ji Qiao came back from the dead and was a monster who couldn't be killed, she was just surprised.

The sun sets and night falls.

The Imperial Palace, the most noble place in the world, lives the most noble people in the world, like a giant beast crawling on the ground, arrogant and domineering, magnificent.

Perhaps because of the festive season, tonight's palace has become a sea of exquisite lanterns, beautiful and bright like a heavenly palace, full of lights, lively and extraordinary.

Tonight's feast was held at Tingming Pagoda.

Tingming Pagoda is the tallest ancient building in the harem of the Dayu Dynasty, and no one knows how many years she has existed.

Even the entire royal palace is built around the Tingming Pagoda.

The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars by hand.

"The sons and daughters participate in the father and the emperor, and the queen mother."

"Long live my father, long live, long live. The queen mother is a thousand years old and a thousand years old. ”

Mo Li respectfully greeted the emperor and queen in front of the entire royal family.

As for Ji Qiao, he followed behind Mo Li quietly, but his eyes were staring at the emperor tightly.

Just then, Merri spotted a burning gaze.

Looking down at the past, I found that it was the original third prince and now a commoner.

The chin is densely covered with a long beard, the eye sockets are collapsed, and the skin is sallow, which looks extremely sloppy.

Where is there still the appearance of the original handsome son, Zhilan Yushu, and the freshly dressed angry horse.

The third prince stared at Ji Qiao intently, and his scorching gaze was almost about to burn people.

Ji Qiao frowned imperceptibly.