All that was left in the carriage was cloth scattered all over the place, and someone with a completely black face.

"Ink, Small, Seven!!" Mo Hanqing's angry roar came from the carriage.

Leng Liu, who was driving the car outside, was suddenly frightened, he quickly turned his head and asked inside through the curtain, "Your Highness, what's wrong??" ”

“……”

However, there was silence in his answer.

After a long time, Mo Hanqing's cold voice came out of the carriage: "Leng Liu." ”

"The subordinates are here." Leng Liu responded respectfully.

"Have you arrived at the palace?"

"If you go back to Your Highness, it's already here." Leng Liu saw that the gate of King Jing's Mansion was close in front of him, and quickly stopped the carriage.

"Go back and bring the king a clean robe." Mo Hanqing's dark and deep eyes glowed with a layer of cold light, looking at the rags full of rags, and said in a cold voice.

"Yes." After Leng Liu answered, he handed the reins of the carriage to the guards at the door, and then hurriedly flew towards the mansion.

After a moment of effort, Leng Liu rushed back with a clean robe.

He landed in front of the carriage and said respectfully: "Your Highness, my subordinates have brought clean robes." ”

"Hmm." In the carriage, Mo Hanqing responded lightly.

"The subordinate will bring in the robe." Leng Liu said as he stretched out his hand to open the curtain of the carriage.

However, as soon as his fingers touched the silky curtain, a strong internal force suddenly rushed out of the carriage, and Leng Liu was caught off guard, and was rushed out by the strong internal force.

By the time he stabilized his footing and came back to his senses, the robe in his hand had long since disappeared.

"Your Highness?" Leng Liu knelt in front of the carriage and looked at the carriage with puzzled eyes.

There was only the sound of rustling and getting dressed.

After a while, Mo Hanqing's cold voice sounded again: "Only robes? What about pants? ”

"Uh...... Belch?? ”

Leng Liu suddenly looked at the carriage with a confused expression.

"Don't understand me?" Mo Hanqing's cold voice seemed to float out of the cold sky.

"The subordinates understand, the subordinates will go!!"

Leng Liu hurriedly stood up and ran towards the mansion again.

After a stick of incense, Mo Hanqing, who was neatly dressed, finally walked out of the carriage slowly with a blue face.

Leng Liu stood beside him with his head down, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scattered fabric in the carriage, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

I can't imagine that their masters are injured, and they can still play such exciting sports...... No wonder you didn't let yourself in just now......

"Where's Xiao Qi?" Mo Hanqing gritted his teeth and asked Leng Liu.

"Seventy-seven little ...... Ahem, uh...... Xiao Qi has already entered the mansion just now, and she should have returned to the courtyard by this time. Leng Liu replied with some uncertainty.

Mo Hanqing's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he flicked his robe and walked towards the Jing'an Palace.

"Your Highness, Your Highness...... The doctor was already waiting in the antechamber. Leng Liu hurriedly followed behind Mo Hanqing, and chattered while chasing him: "Your Highness, your injuries are important, there are some things, you can wait for the injuries to heal before doing it!" ”

Mo Hanqing's footsteps paused slightly, turned his head, looked at Leng Liu with deep eyes, was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Is it?" ”

If you clean her up, you can really wait for the injury to heal before doing it.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Leng Liulian.

That kind of exciting exercise, if you don't have a good injury, it's not fun!