In the evening, Mo Yuanyi returned to the palace, and Li Xiangsi, who had taken him around the entire Mowang Mansion, squatted down and rubbed his calf muscles, and at this time Qingli also came to Li Xiangsi's side.

All morning, Qing Li was busy with the things that Li Xiangsi explained, so he didn't follow Li Xiangsi and didn't come back until now.

Li Xiangsi and Qing Li returned to the East Courtyard, and after Li Xiangsi checked that no one was eavesdropping around, and after closing the doors and windows, she gently patted her calf muscles, intending to relax herself.

After all, now the whole leg is faintly numb.

"How's the inquiry?" Li Xiangsi stopped the movement in her hand, she took a sip of the tea in the cup, moistened her throat, and looked at Qingli with a pair of charming peach blossom eyes.

"According to Miss's instructions, Qingli went to find Celadon, and Celadon said that she would not tell Lord Mo that it was ours, so Miss can rest assured." Qing Li asked.

Receiving Qing Li's answer, she rubbed her temples and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's not bad, but have you done what I asked you to pay special attention to?" ”

If Celadon Ken, then her plan has another powerful man.

Qing Li nodded, "What Miss asked, Qing Li must have done, but Celadon refused our request, she said, who she thinks is the master, she will respect him as the Lord in this life, and will not betray." ”

Since she can't get celadon, Li Xiangsi can't help it, she just hopes that this celadon can do what she says.

If she confessed her to Qingli, with Mo Nanchen's methods, even if she was pregnant with his child in her belly, he would be able to kill her mercilessly.

"In that case, then let her be, another day I will ask Xiaoya to make something that can forget things, so that this celadon will not pose a threat to us, but her martial arts are good, Qingli, you have been practicing honestly in the East Courtyard in recent days."

After Li Xiangsi finished speaking, he sat quietly on the chair until a maid knocked on Li Xiangsi's door with a hot meal respectfully.

"Princess, please eat." The maid bowed slightly, then put the food in her hand on the table in front of Li Xiangsi, and then waited for Li Xiangsi to finish eating.

Li Xiangsi handed Qing Li a pair of chopsticks, because Qing Li was basically busy working for her today, and he must have not eaten dinner.

Qing Li, who took the chopsticks, didn't say much, but ate them without hesitation, but surprised the maid on the side

Because in their philosophy, maids are not allowed to eat with their masters.

It's a pity that Li Xiangsi and her Qingli are an exception.

After Li Xiangsi finished eating, he wiped the corners of his mouth, raised his eyes and asked, "Has the prince eaten?" ”

Ever since she learned that Li Xiangsi was pregnant, Mo Nanchen asked her to follow them every day, but there was no maid to call them over today, presumably Mo Nanchen was still sulking at her.

But it was obviously Mo Nanchen who asked about her last night, so she showed him the jade pendant, but she didn't want to cause him the consequences this morning.

Thinking about it this way, Li Xiangsi couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.

Hearing Li Xiangsi's question, the maid who was originally cleaning up the mess replied: "The prince is having dinner with Ning Wan, and the prince said: If the princess goes to his house tonight to have a good chat, she will not blame the princess for her actions this morning." ”

Hearing this, Li Xiangsi couldn't wait to rush over and beat Mo Nanchen now.

In Mo Nanchen's heart, what happened this morning was her fault again?!

Li Xiangsi calmed down the irritability in her heart, and she said: "Tell him that at three o'clock (9:45 p.m.), Concubine Ben arrived." ”

The maid Fu left, Li Xiangsi also got up from the chair, and Qing Li went to get the bath water very sensibly.

"Miss, why don't we go back to the palace? Qing Li always feels that Lord Mo is sometimes good and sometimes bad to Miss. Qing Li threw out the question in his heart.

Li Xiangsi was silent, because she also felt that Qingli's words were right.

Sometimes Mo Nanchen really treats her very well, especially when he knows that she is pregnant, but his heart is still biased towards Ning Wan.

When they went to the Drunken Immortal Building to eat, Mo Nanchen left her alone in the sedan chair, and he stayed in the same space with Ning Wan.

It's right to think about it, Ning Wan has been pregnant for six months, and she is only half a month, in his eyes, she is the one who needs to be carefully cared for.

After all, she couldn't defeat Ning Wan.

That's fine.

Ning Wan and the truth, she has to solve it.

A cold light flashed in Li Xiangsi's eyes, making Ning Wan, who was talking and laughing with Mo Nanchen, suddenly shudder.

"Cold?" Mo Nanchen asked as he untied his clothes and draped them on Ning Wan's body, stroked her forehead with his hand, and finally directly summoned the imperial doctor.

Ning Wan shook her head shyly, "The prince is too worried, Wan'er is not uncomfortable, but the prince, you can't be cold to yourself." ”

Mo Nanchen looked at her with gentle eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's almost autumn, and you will give birth in April, at this time, you need this king to take care of you." ”

Ning Wanjiao was embarrassed, patted Mo Nanchen's chest, and her face turned crimson.

——

In the slums, a family was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, but when he saw an uninvited guest suddenly in the room, he was surprised and wanted to shout loudly, but he was blocked by his sword.

His wife froze in place, and when she saw this, she knelt on the ground, her eyes wide with tears, and she was too frightened to say a word.

The sword in the masked man's hand shone faintly with a silvery glow, and his black veil was stained with a string of bright red undried blood, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Unusually foul-smelling and tiresome.

"Where's the thing?"

His voice was unusually hoarse, the tip of the sword in his hand was facing the woman's eyes, and the tone made the woman a little more frightened, and she had no strength to retreat and dodge, and she had no strength to call people.

As the tip of the sword drew closer to her face, the woman opened her mouth, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"I—I don't know ......"

The woman was so rambling that even if she knew, she wouldn't be able to say it.

The people of the slums regard him as a benefactor, so they will definitely not say what the benefactor has told them.

No.

The masked man's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't believe what the woman said, and he pressed forward step by step.

"Say, where the hell is the thing?"

The tip of the sword was already against the woman's neck, and behind the woman was the wall, and there was nowhere to retreat.

Her eyes fell on her husband, who had fallen to the ground before she could say a word, her eyes closed, but the next moment she opened them, reached out and grabbed the blade of the sword, and stabbed herself in the stomach.

She spat blood from her mouth and fell to the ground, slowly crawling to her husband's side, with a long trail of blood behind her.

The woman held her husband's hand, looked at his face, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, husband, Yu'er has come to you......"

The masked man wiped the blood from his sword expressionlessly, he lifted his veil and sighed, "It's all used this method, I can't ask yet, it seems that they still have to say it themselves, I really don't want to stay in the slums!" ”