(xvi)

Mo Li knew that the original owner still wanted to find a husband who was in love. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In this era, a woman's reputation is very important.

Although she will not marry someone and have children instead of the original owner, she must ensure that the original owner has a good situation.

"I know."

"I'm with you, and no one will know."

Regarding the matter of leaving with Mo Li, the little monk was extremely determined.

"Okay."

For some reason, in the face of the little monk, it was always difficult for Mo Li to say anything to refuse.

"Take it." After Merry pushed the door open, a group of soldiers had to shackle her.

Mo Li frowned, did she really treat her as a prisoner?

Feeling the different atmosphere around him, Mo Li knew that the little monk was angry.

It's obviously a gentle person.,But after encountering her things, she was extremely stubborn.。

Dragons have reverse scales, and they will die if they touch them.

For the first time, Mo Li really believed this sentence.

"Don't be angry, trust me." Mo Li gently stroked the Buddha beads and said in a low voice.

She didn't like the way he looked when he was angry, the last time she was seriously injured, the little monk's devastating appearance, she was very distressed to see it.

"In addition to the fact that I am the princess of Ming, I am also the lord of Changhua who is personally sealed by the emperor, and I have the fief of Nanyu."

"Do you want to lynch the county lord?"

Mo Li was dressed in plain clothes, but the whole person was a little more undeceivable.

has been a queen, a princess, and a general, if Mo Li is willing, he can naturally have nobility.

"There is a decree of the Holy Father, and now you are the wife of a traitor, and you must be strictly guarded."

The one who was sent by the emperor was naturally the most favored by him.

Merry blinked, traitor's wife? It's not a nice name.

With Prince Ming, the original owner did not enjoy any blessings.

As soon as Prince Ming rebelled, how could she, the unfavored princess, become a sweetheart.

Could it be that she was arrested and returned to the capital as a hostage?

Mo Li is still self-aware, in the eyes of Prince Ming, she has no weight.

The biggest possibility is that Qianmeng can't let her go in her heart and wants to get her back to torture her.

Let's see, then we don't know who tortured whom.

Thinking of the messy medicinal powder she stored in Xiaoyu's space, she was much more confident.

If it really didn't work, he tried to find a way to cure Yun Guifei's body so that she could conceive a prince.

After that, I thought of a way to make Qianmeng and the emperor die violently.

……

"The Traitor's Wife?"

"Do you think that if the county lord is not happy, you people can take me away?"

"Don't toast, don't eat, eat and drink."

Mo Li casually slapped a tree in the distance, and when he palmed it down, the number of trees became scum.

"What, do you want to try it too?"

Mo Li felt that he was simply becoming more and more violent, and it was really hard to think about moving when he could do it.

"This county mainly makes carriages, so it's a little more comfortable." Mo Liyi said commandingly.

If you can make yourself comfortable, why should you find guilt.

After some thought, the man in the lead finally nodded and commanded the person behind him.

His task is to bring Prince Ming and Princess Ming back to the capital, and how to get there is not the most important thing.

Sitting on the carriage, the little monk flashed and sat next to Mo Li.

With a wave of his hand, a barrier was set up outside the carriage to ensure that no one outside could hear any noise inside the carriage.

Looking at the rather simple carriage, I was slightly disgusted.

The little monk carefully changed the furnishings in the carriage for Mo Li, and the cushion was very soft and comfortable.

A variety of seasonal fruits, new tea pastries, and snacks fill the small table.

It was all like a trick, but Mo Li had long been used to it.

In the past six months, whether at home or out, the little monk has taken good care of her.

Whatever the aspect, it's all about the details.

Mo Li once heard a sentence that if a man really likes you, he will desperately treat you as a daughter.

In the little monk's place, it's not just her daughter, she feels that she is about to become an aunt and grandmother.

If this goes on for a long time, Mo Li feels that he must have become a person who stretches out his hand for clothes and opens his mouth for food.

"Moli, in fact, you can not go to the capital."

"If you don't like the emperor and Qianmeng, I can help you deal with it."

The little monk peeled the citrus for Mo Li and said softly.

Mo Li's heart trembled, and the strange feeling became stronger and stronger.

Why would a person with such a clean temperament say so lightly about killing.

Thinking of the tyrannical little monk some time ago, Mo Li's brows couldn't help frowning.

Her subconscious told her that the little monk wasn't supposed to be like this.

"I like you who are clean, clear, pure and soft."

"Don't let those hands get bloody, okay?"

Mo Li took the little monk's hands as white as jade, bowed his head and said.

"Okay." Mo Li, who lowered her head, didn't notice the bitterness that flashed in the little monk's eyes.

He can not kill, he can not get bloody, but he can never go back to the original him.

Mo Li, who received an affirmative reply from the little monk, suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were dazzling.

The moment Mo Li raised his head, the bitterness in the little monk's eyes disappeared cleanly, as if everything was just an illusion just now.

The little monk who was smiling at Mo Li all the time.

He hoped that in his limited time, all he left her was beauty and softness.

Let it be a secret that everything he has undertaken, everything that has to come his way.

After eating and drinking, Mo Li fell asleep on the little monk's legs.

It's just that the sadness in those eyes can't be hidden.

Even if Mo Li's brain is not smart enough, the experience accumulated in so many mission worlds tells her that the little monk's body is not optimistic.

Not to mention that there is a Xiaoyu in her sea of knowledge who chatters non-stop every day.

Although she still can't remember him, she still subconsciously worries about him.

He took great pains to create an environment for her that was only warm, so why did she bother to poke it.

There are some things that both sides know.

When he returned to the capital, he didn't give Mo Li any chance to react at all, and he was brought into the palace.

The appearance of Qianmeng is expected.

Seeing that Mo Li was neatly dressed and full of energy, Qianmeng was a little dissatisfied in her heart.

It seems that those guards were really disobedient, and they let the slut return to the capital unharmed.

"Sister, how does it feel to be a prisoner?"

Dressed in a gorgeous and somewhat unspeakable concubine palace costume, and the extremely bewitching makeup, Qianmeng looks more like the goblin who sucks the blood of the book legend.

"Mo Li, this person is the one who carries the memories of the third life, the child of fate." The beautiful voice of the little monk Qinghua sounded in Mo Li's ears.