"And this." Beiqi took out a small bell from his arms and shook it gently in front of the girl's eyes.

The small bells jingled and jingled, and in this big empty tent, it sounded good.

But like that life-threatening nightmare, it knocked on the tip of Beixun's heart one by one, knocking her terrified.

Bei Qi listened alone for a while, looking very enjoyable, and nodded at the end, "It's this voice." ”

"Does it sound good?"

Beixun's body trembled, but he had to nod.

"Put it on."

What the?

The girl who sat on the ground stared at the small brass bell in the man's hand for a long time.

She hated these noise-making things the most in her life, and now she wanted her to wear these jingling bells?

But Beixun knew that the girl surnamed Mo liked this kind of thing very much.

It seems that it was worn for the man she loves, and she never left her day and night.

Those two people are as beautiful as in the book.

Kitahiro gritted his teeth.

Why is she humble to the bone, but the girl she wants to imitate is high and bright as the sun.

Why should I tell her that there are so many beautiful things in this world that she couldn't have imagined!

She looks like this now, and I'm afraid that a bell won't work!

The girl stretched out her hand to take the bell from Beiqi's hand.

It's just that she was next to Bei Qi's hand, and Bei Qi slammed her little hand in the palm of her hand, and after looking at it for a while, she squeezed it fiercely.

"Why do you still have calluses?"

The old lady immediately replied: "Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, the princess has been naughty since she was a child, climbing trees and digging in the mud, doing everything." This comes and goes, and the hands are rough. ”

"If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not satisfied, the old slave will take the princess down and teach her again."

No!

Kitaku's eyes widened.

It's not like that!

It's obviously those minions who bully the soft and are afraid of the hard, and if they don't do their own work, they all lose it to her!

From this old woman's mouth, it has become her own fault!

She doesn't want to be taught by this femme fatale anymore!

Beiqi raised his eyebrows.

Mo Dong'er is a martial artist, and he should have some thin calluses on his hands.

It's okay to pay more attention to what it becomes, but it's just ......

"Xun'er, do you hate her?"

"Do you hate this old woman who is full of nonsense?"

Beiqi suddenly stood up and threw a half-human-high stick in front of Beixun.

"If you hate her, take this stick and kill her."

The old lady shouted in horror: "Prince! ”

Beiqi waved his hand, "Gagged her." ”

"Yes."

Bei Qi pointed to the kneeling grandmother, and said casually: "How to kill, she taught you." ”

"If you kill her in Mo Dong'er's appearance today, I will let you go, how about it?"

Beixun was stunned.

Leave her alone?

Really?

After surviving most of this half a month, life is better than death, freedom, for her, it is too tempting.

The girl's hand couldn't help but touch the wooden stick.

Yes, just to make her more like Mo Dong'er, for most of the past half a month, the old lady has done everything to her.

The old lady did teach her, just because the girl surnamed Mo knew martial arts and would kill people.

While she was still teaching, she was allowed to cry and scream, stared at her, and even held her hand and killed others.

Some things, the first time you do them, there will be countless times.

Kitahiro slowly stood up.

One end of the stick was pinched in the girl's hand, and the other end was slowly swept across the cold and hard ground.

Brings out a string of screeching sounds.

Then, one after another, a muffled grunt, accompanied by the sound of sticks beating against flesh, slowly came out of the tent.

Beiqi also had some pain on his body.

The mottled bloodstains stained the thin girl's body.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that the exhausted Beixun threw down the wooden stick in his hand.

Beixun raised his head slightly.

The copper bell rings lightly in the hair, and the movements are very similar to Mo Dong'er.

It's just that there is a little longing in his expression.

Bei Qi sat behind the table and waved his hand very casually.

"You should remember that you should be arrogant, she will get what she wants, and she will not bow to anyone."

Beixun's eyes flashed, and then he turned around and left.

After picking up the stick for a night, Beixun now only feels a little dizzy in his head, and his ears are buzzing.

But the sunlight outside broke in through the cracks, as if calling to her, luring her forward.

She couldn't stop, the sun was shining outside, she hadn't seen it in a long time.

Kitahiro lifted the curtain.

Behind the table, a sudden voice came: "Mo Dong'er! ”

Bei Xun was stunned, but he still walked forward mechanically.

Immediately afterwards, the person inside pulled her straight to hell with a word.

"It doesn't seem to have been taught yet, come on!"

"Take it down, good discipline!"

Early this morning, Beijiang prepared a carriage for Mo Dong'er, and Mo Nian was not afraid of offending the Nine Princes, so he personally drove the horse and sent the little girl dozens of miles of land.

The once little boy has now tried his best to cover their young lady from the wind and rain.

In the capital, the city has long been full of wind and rain.

Mo Dong'er's voice can make the people in the Nine Kings Mansion feel distressed enough, especially the Furong cook, who worked hard to make food for the little girl, and fed the little girl fat.

In this mansion, I'm afraid the only one who doesn't take the Nine Princesses to heart is Zhu'er.

The divine doctor Qingzhu didn't take this little problem in his eyes, and just stared at the food that those people brought to the little girl, lest these people make up for the little girl!

In the Nine Princes' Mansion, a big scene was suddenly staged in which people avoided the bamboo girl and quietly fed the Nine Princesses.

The Nine Kings Mansion was happy inside, but outside, it was stormy.

According to Mo Dong'er's words, any miscellaneous pieces should take this opportunity to jump, jump well, and get ahead. It's not good to jump, and it's all over the place.

It's really rich and dangerous.

It's just that Mo Dong'er came back a little late, and the most lively scene in the capital has long subsided.

The subordinates in the Nine Kings' Mansion became storytellers one by one, and spent a day telling the little girl about the things in the capital from beginning to end.

What Xiao'an Mansion is destroyed, the secrets of officials, the secrets of the palace, whether it is true or not, in short, everything that I only know is like pouring beans, crackling to the little girl.

After listening to the story, the little girl pursed her lips unsatisfied, if it weren't for the Liuli Pavilion to give the emperor some convenience, then the excitement would have to last for a while!

Now in the capital, there are only two factions fighting, the prince's party and the prince's party.

The rest of the little people, sooner or later, will be included in one of these two parties, which is not worth mentioning.

The little girl stretched out her hand and clicked on the table, and said suddenly: "Idle is idle, let's go to Anfu to have a look." ”

Zhu'er was stunned: "You haven't let go of Xiao'an Mansion yet?" Anfu has been raided a long time ago, where is Anfu now? ”

"It's General An's Mansion."

The little girl obediently and skillfully helped Zhu'er sort the herbs that she would never finish, "An Rulan also wanted to come to grab the phoenix hairpin, but recently, somehow, there was no movement, and now that there is nothing to do, I happened to go and have a look." ”

"Then I'll accompany you tomorrow?"

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, today." The little girl stood up, patted her clothes twice at random, and raised her legs to leave.

"Hand it over! Hand over the post! Princess, you have to hand over the greeting post first! ”

The little girl tilted her head, "But I'm a princess, why do I want to go to the courtier's house?" See the prince of Anfu? That's going to be gossip. ”

Zhu'er was stunned, "Who said you gossiped?" ”

"Take my Qingzhu post! Now is not a peaceful time, who gossips about you, in my life, even if I watch them die, don't want any doctor to step into their door! ”

The master of their family, who is guarded by her and Chu Xia, has always been a reckless master, when has he ever taken into account the gossip of others!

Something happened, and they cleaned up the mess for her! Why care about other people's gossip!

Even if the people of the whole world have to take care of their own reputation and other people's gossip, their masters don't need it!

Without warning, he cut off the gossiper's head!

"No one." Mo Dong'er blinked, "Zhu'er, you are a divine doctor, as a healer, you shouldn't disregard other people's lives." ”

Zhu'er couldn't help but pinch her eyebrows.

"Zhu'er, let's go over the wall, we don't need to hand over any prayers."

Zhu'er: "......"

Okay, what do you say.

The two masters and servants didn't change their clothes, so they slipped out of the door secretly.

A puff of smoke tumbled into the back wall of General An's mansion.

Under the back wall, it should be an inner house, but there are really no miscellaneous people in General An's Mansion, and this back house looks empty.

Zhu'er led the little girl and went to An Rulan's yard with a familiar car.

An Rulan didn't know how many days she had been locked up in the room, and when Mo Dong'er pushed the door, it was full of alcohol, and there was a faint smell of mold.

Inside the room, there was a man.

Motionless, I don't know life or death.

"An Rulan?"

"An Rulan, wake up."

Why is such a big young master lying here without knowing whether he is alive or dead, and there is no one to take care of it?

Mo Dong'er struggled to help the person up, "Zhu'er, come and show him." ”

Touching An Rulan's vein, the silver light flashed on Zhu'er's hand, and he found a random place and pierced the silver needle.

The pain made An Rulan tremble.

"Dong'er?" An Rulan opened her eyes in a daze, "Why are you here?" ”

"Look at you, you want to suffocate yourself in this room?"

"It's not." An Rulan suddenly came to her senses, "Dong'er, you go quickly!" ”

"Get up, let's talk about it in another place."

"You go! If you don't leave, it's too late! ”

Mo Dong'er: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's a trap! My grandfather is waiting for you to come! Hurry up, if you don't leave, it's really too late! ”

Mo Dong'er rolled her eyes very indecently, "Come on, don't talk about your grandfather, even if your great-grandfather comes, I'm not afraid." ”

"Big man, what nonsense, hurry up!"