Qing'er kept rubbing her hands, said hello to him, and turned around and instructed the palace maid behind her, "It's been a long time since you've been back?" Come in. ”

The palace maid set up the dinner, "This is crab yuan soup, which contains crab meat, shiitake mushrooms, dates, shredded bamboo shoots, shredded tofu clothes, and finely chopped ginger and chives. Two side dishes, one sweet and one salty, are just right to eat with white porridge and steamed buns. ”

"You made these with your own hands?" Mo Zhuofeng's indifferent smile couldn't hide his full joy and excitement.

"Well, it seems that you don't have a good appetite and eat very little at every meal, so I went down to the kitchen and made a few things, you can taste them." Qing'er's green little hand served the soup to him.

The soup is sweet and delicious, and after drinking a bowl of belly, my stomach suddenly warmed, "It's delicious, Qing'er's cooking skills are also secretly learned." ”

"I used to love cooking." Qing'er playfully stretched out her hand and took the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, "You look at these every day, be careful to become an old master." ”

Mo Bao stood by the door, happy and happy, it was rare for the prince to have such an appetite, eat so many things, after thinking for a while, King Jin opened his mouth shallowly, with pity, "Tomorrow's horse race, do you want to go?" ”

The pupils, which should have been indifferent to the extreme, were painted with obvious excitement and ecstasy. Mo Zhuofeng subconsciously stroked his legs, if he could, he was willing to do everything he could to accompany his beloved woman and ride a horse between heaven and earth.

"The Queen Mother will not invite us to horse racing for no reason, King Li has received the full support of the prime ministers at the same time, how can the Queen Mother let it go and let him grow. We don't know what the prince will do. It's just that if you can hide this time, maybe there will be a next time, this way of living is too tiring. Instead, be bold and let them do it to their heart's content, and we'll just be careful. She eavesdropped on the conversation between the prince and Murong Fei'er, although she was also a chess piece pulled into the chess game by the prince, but what happens when she enters the chess game, how to go, it is not necessarily the prince's decision.

"If King Li sees you now, I'm afraid that my intestines will be repentant, with clear thinking, knowing how to forbear, being good at disguise, and dealing with the crises around him with ease. How can Murong Yan'er's IQ be comparable to you, this king has picked up a treasure. She used fragility to cover the strength in her bones, but unfortunately her lover couldn't tell whether it was really fragile or pretending to be fragile, so she finally lost Puyu and took away the stubborn stone.

"I have nothing to do with him in this life, and I have a contractual relationship with you, don't forget, what you promised, you will arrange for me to leave the Jin Palace."

She stared at him deeply, those dark eyes, shining like a sun, as deep as the sea, and there was a huge temptation in them, which was difficult to resist. Emotion didn't look back, Mo Zhuofeng slowly approached her, and the wheelchair creaked. Mo Bao withdrew, closed the door tightly, and guarded the door, for fear that someone who didn't know how to break in and disturb the master's interest.

"Isn't the Jin Palace? I didn't do it right before, but I will be doubly good to you in the future, and I will follow you if you like it or not. ”

Qing'er had already suffered from some wind and cold, and after tossing for another day, her strength was exhausted, she leaned on the edge of the bed, her head was chaotic, and she faintly hummed a few times, and fell asleep groggy.

The long curly eyelashes are slightly raised, blocking the cold eyes like an ancient well, lazy like a sleepy noble kitten, and the eyelashes cast a dark shadow on the face, which is very beautiful.

This picturesque and delicate face came into his eyes, like a clear spring, and naturally merged into his heart. I couldn't help but raise my hand and land on her clean and smooth little face, sliding over Qingdai's eyebrows, the tip of her small and erect nose, and finally landing on the lips that faded into the cherry blossoms, four fingers against her chin, the tiger's mouth opened, only the thumb gently rubbed on the lips that were still a little dry. Qing'er sighed, tilted her body, collapsed in the bed, and fell asleep. He pursed his lips and smiled, pushed his wheelchair, and moved under the window.

"Uncle Bao." The ink-colored night cloth covered this world tightly, and Mo Bao was so frozen that his hands and feet were a little stiff, only to hear Mo Zhuofeng call him.

The door made a slight sound, "Lord Wang, it's time to go to bed." He just looked at her like this for two hours, and after all, he couldn't get enough.

Mo Bao didn't dare to raise his head, "Uncle Bao, let Linglong follow the princess tomorrow." ”

"Lord Wang, Linglong has been trained by the emperor since childhood, let me protect the prince closely, or let Cang Jue go."

"The queen mother has long had murderous intentions towards this king, Uncle Bao, life and this king have never been valued, and the last breath is nothing more than not wanting the queen mother and father to be sad. Now, the princess has entered the heart of the king, and the king believes that the safety of the princess will not allow any mistakes. ”

"Lord Wang, the old slave will arrange it."

He looked at the tightly closed door behind him, the original full of love turned into a trace of warmth overflowing his body, and his doting eyes stared for a long time, "No matter when, as long as you can change your mind, I will do my best to protect you for the rest of my life." ”

"Snap" a table of eight immortals is torn apart, the things in the room seem to sense the anger of the master, plated with a thick layer of cold, the fifty-year-old man is the ink that has rescued Qing'er many days ago, he stands respectfully beside the man, a pure white gold silk soft robe embroidered with a shining broken gold and luxurious robe, the hem of the robe is curved in the arc of warm clouds, and it is wrapped around the edge of the soft couch, layered on top of each other, and the streamer is shadowed.

Surrounded by murderous aura in the depths of the Zhanwang Mansion, the old man arched his hand, "Master, Miss Qing'er made crab yuan soup with her own hands, and it can't be determined, the prince of Jin has already had a deep relationship with Miss Qing'er, you are now the identity of General Shengyuan, it is not easy to reveal your deep love for Miss Qing'er, the prince has not given up his search for you, otherwise there would be no emperor's decree to give marriage, let King Li become bigger." What's more, the concubine was under house arrest by the emperor for several days, presumably because she suspected that the queen's illness for many years was related to the concubine. At present, we don't have the extra energy to deal with King Jin. Women are renamed, Miss Qing'er is already the princess of Jin, whether she can put aside the gossip of the world and fly with you is also an uncontrollable fact. ”

"Speed up the plan, just choose tomorrow, and be sure to rescue the concubine Niangniang safely."

"Then tomorrow's horse race, can the prince still go?" The man's deep eyes hid the essence of light, and the cold smile blurred, and the cold air in the room became more and more serious.

The light of the morning light mixed with the cold air jumped into Qing'er's eyes, Mo Zhuofeng was radiant, reached out and covered the quilt that Qing'er kicked open to help her re-cover, she stretched her neck unscrupulously, rubbed her phoenix eyes, and a well-behaved smile bloomed, "Early." ”

"It's not early, I can't bear to wake you up when I see you sleeping soundly."

A row of palace maids stepped into the threshold with toiletries, and this kind of formation was not surprising.

A slender woman wearing a red embroidered peony rabbit fur jacket and a goose yellow pleated skirt stepped forward and knelt at Qing'er's feet in a few steps, "Slave Linglong, please say hello to the prince and princess." ”

"From today onwards, she will follow you, and I will feel more at ease." Mo Zhuofeng picked up the comb and slowly helped her crown her hair, and the elusive cruelty flashed in Linglong's eyes, and in an instant, Qing'er observed it carefully, but it was already in her eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Linglong has been with me for many years, thoughtful, and knows how to take measure."

"Okay." Qing'er didn't say more, Linglong withdrew knowingly, turned around at the door, and shot at Qing'er with resentful eyes. In the mirror, she smiled gently, dignified and noble.

On the horse farm, dozens of tall horses were circled, and beside the stables stood many young men and women dressed richly, and with noble speech and elegant manners.

Mo Liang led a red-brown horse by the side of the road, with slender limbs, pure and clear eyes, a body of fiery hair, not a single variegated color, bright as a brocade, like a raging flame.

Mo Liang eyebrows are kind, and there is an intriguing respect hidden in the depths of obsidian eyes, "The old slave has seen the princess of Jin, this is the BMW that General Shengyuan asked the old slave to prepare, and gave it to the prince of Jin, and asked the princess of Jin to laugh on his behalf." ”

Sent to the King of Jin, it can be sent directly to the house, and it is clearly waiting for him. The little white hand and the horse's mane are stuck together, like a piece of high-quality sheep white jade into the embrace of the soil, soft with warm jade, very good-looking, "Rouge horse, grassland red rabbit." ”

Mo Liang's expression flashed with surprise, and the woman in the deep boudoir could recognize the red rabbit, which showed that the vision of the prince of war was really good, "The princess is really discerning, and it is the rouge horse." ”

"The prince of this palace has thanked the general, and he will visit him in person another day." The ink volume slightly thought about his beard, and walked away.

General Shengyuan, wearing a mask, is mysterious. There was a familiar smell on him, the strange dream of the War King's Mansion, and the figures of the two men slowly coincided together.

Mo Zhuoran didn't know what he thought, the figure not far away who had been missing for a long time, those black eyes, flashing with gentle silver light, with a hint of sweetness in the bitterness, and infinite lingering in the sorrow, like a girl snuggling in the arms of her lover in reverie.

100% sure, at this moment, she must have a certain man in mind.

The light in his eyes sank slightly, and a trace of murderous aura that he had never even noticed came out of his body.

Murong Yan'er was dressed in a bright red riding costume, with her toes high, and she came with a horsewhip. Last night, because of the excitement, she didn't sleep all night, thinking about Qing'er's fate, she couldn't help but be a little unable to wait for dawn, the queen mother is no better than her mother, the power in her hands is monstrous, and she can come out in large numbers, after today, some people's fate will fall from heaven to hell. Secretly happy in her heart, the old lady is like a jewel, she can finally step on her feet. Although Liu Jingxian did not marry into the palace of King Li, she also knew how to please King Li, the purple robe was scorching, not dazzling, slightly thin, and her delicate makeup accompanied by the white horses around her was still gentle and magnificent.

"The courtier Liu Xinru greets the princess of Jin." Qing'er's thoughts returned, and when she looked at it, the woman was beautiful, a peach-faced girl with slightly raised eyebrows, snow-white skin, and a delicate face.