Just when Yuan Bao was obsessed with amazing hope, an inopportune exclamation suddenly sounded, completely breaking the beautiful picture in front of him-

"Lord ......"

The poignant voice with the voice of grief and crying, the voice is so desolate and tactful that it makes people listen to it and feel sad to hear it.

With the sound of this mournful and desolate voice, Yuan Bao trembled and his eyes swept away.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I saw the scene in front of me, the corners of Yuanbao's mouth suddenly twitched.

I saw that Xia Qing, who was originally lying on the ground and standing up, was now rushing towards them in the form of Meng Jiangnu crying down the Great Wall.

Looking at Xia Qing, who was waving a small handkerchief and crying in tears, complaining and crying, with a desolate and complaining face, Yuan Bao couldn't hold back and rolled his eyes.

I've seen a lot of men, and she really hasn't seen such a motherly man.

Look at this gesture of complaining and crying and crying, if you don't know, you think it's a poor little daughter-in-law who was bullied by a wicked mother-in-law!

Compared with the speechless ingot, Mo Junyi saw this, and his eyebrows twisted imperceptibly.

He has a lot of trust in him as a steward.

Because he, the steward, is faithful and capable, and he is relieved to entrust him with all the affairs of the house.

However, the disadvantage of him, as a housekeeper, is that he picks the door, and whenever something happens, he cries and screams, which is really a headache.

Thinking of this, Mo Junyi's thin lips couldn't help but purse lightly, and said coldly.

"What?"

The man spoke, succinctly.

Although it was just two words, in the tone, there was unconcealable displeasure and impatience.

Xia Qing, as the housekeeper of the Yiwang Mansion, naturally knows how to observe words and feelings.

Now, looking at his prince's unkind face, his heart is first pang.

knew that his crying appearance must have made his prince unhappy.

However, he can't help it.

Because, he is so heartbroken!

The blood red dragon is priceless, even if you have money, you can't buy it.

Now, being so spoiled by this nine-tailed fox, can he not be in pain!?

Thinking of this, Xia Qing's eyes full of grief and annoyance first glared at Yuanbao, and then he told what had just happened.

"Lord Wang, didn't the Holy Lord give the Lord two blood red dragons before? This blood-red dragon, however, is a tribute to the Polish state, and it is a priceless treasure. These days, the minions have been feeding well, and I never thought that today, when the minions came to feed the two blood red dragons, they saw that the nine-tailed fox had bitten one of the blood red dragons to death......"

Xia Qing opened his mouth, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became.

You must know that this blood red dragon is a tribute from Poland, and it is worth a lot of money, and it can't be bought with money.

And it is still given to his own prince by the saint in front of so many people, which is enough to prove the weight of the prince in the mind of the saint.

Now, such a precious blood red dragon was killed by this nine-tailed fox, why wasn't he angry!?

If this matter spreads out, it will cause any gossip, and even, make the saint unhappy, thinking that the prince is disrespectful to him, what should I do!?

The more she thought about it, the more Xia Qing began to make up all kinds of serious consequences in her mind.

Compared with Xia Qing, who was excited and anxious, the ingots that were originally held in Mo Junyi's arms couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the words.

No wonder just now, when this Xia Qing saw her pick up this blood-red dragon and go ashore, she looked like the sky was about to fall.

Before, she thought that this Xia Qing was picking on the door, making a big fuss, and was shocked, but now she knows that it is such a reason.