I wandered around the room again, and finally found some beautiful shawls in the wardrobe of the room, but I ...... If such a long shawl is used to wrap around the neck, will it look like an attempt to hang yourself?

Ye Qiqi hesitated for a moment, reached out and took out a shawl casually, the internal force in his palm was slightly concentrated, and the long shawl was broken into several sections in an instant.

She pulled a section of about the same length, around her neck, barely covering the bruises.

After a short while, someone came and called her to leave.

Ye Qiqi cleaned up casually, and walked out of the door nervously.

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, Mo Xiuzhu, Murong Hongyu and Mo Hanqing were standing together as if they were talking something.

The 1,000 light cavalry they had brought with them had also been reorganized, and they stood quietly awaiting orders.

Ye Qiqi lowered his head and walked in the direction of Mo Hanqing without saying a word, and before he could take two steps, the sharp-eyed Mo Xiuzhu saw her and shouted loudly: "Aunt Huang, come quickly, this way!" ”

"Here we are." Ye Qiqi looked at her a little helplessly, and glanced at Mo Hanqing with a look in his eyes as if he was inadvertent, but found that he was just turning his back to him, and he didn't have any intention of turning around.

Ye Qiqi walked to Mo Xiuzhu's side, said hello to Murong Hongyu, and then stood there without speaking.

Mo Xiuzhu didn't want to let her go at all, he had a gossipy smile on his face, looked at her and asked, "Aunt Huang, did you quarrel with Uncle Huang last night?" The one who drove King Jing'an out of the room in the middle of the night, you are the first person in the Mexican country. ”

“……”

After Ye Qiqi heard his words, he turned his head and glanced at Mo Hanqing a little speechlessly.

"Hey, Aunt Huang, don't you know, when my imperial uncle came to knock on the door of our room yesterday, his expression was a little ugly." Mo Xiuzhu continued to chatter towards Ye Qiqi: "You said that the room where Hongyu and I lived was not big, and the bed was just like that, he was a big man, so he had to come over and squeeze a bed with us, you say, how do the three of them sleep??" ”

"Isn't there no way, so I asked the city lord of Liu to clean up another room for him in the middle of the night."

Mo Xiuzhu looked at Ye Qiqi narrowly as he spoke: "Aunt Huang, tell me quickly, why did my imperial uncle make you unhappy yesterday?" ”

"This ......" Ye Qiqi couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, he looked at Mo Xiuzhu's gossipy look, and hesitated and whispered: "Your imperial uncle is still standing here, are you sure you want to listen to me, aren't you afraid of being beaten?" ”

"I'm not afraid." Mo Xiuzhu looked at Ye Qiqi with a calm expression, then reached out and lifted his sleeve, pointed to the bruises on his arm and said, "I was already beaten by him last night, it's a big deal that he beat me again this morning, but I have to figure out the reason for this beating." ”

"Uh......"

Ye Qiqi looked at Mo Xiuzhu with a sympathetic expression.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, it's too miserable, it's really miserable, as the third prince of Mexico, and at the same time the prince of Mexico, but he was beaten so miserably by a prince of King Jing'an, what does it mean for him to be the prince.

"You've been beaten like this, haven't you thought about fighting back??" Ye Qiqi thought about it and asked Mo Xiuzhu very seriously.