The surrounding servants bowed their heads, and Mrs. An stood in the crowd with a smile on her face.

An Ruqing's hand hanging down her sleeve was retracted a little, the smile on her face gradually dimmed, and her dark eyes shone deeply.

Mo Nanchen said that Mrs. An looked high, sometimes gentle and approachable, but her real temper was very fierce.

Now Mo Nanchen's situation in the DPRK is not as stable as before, Mo Nanqi is staring at Mo Nanchen in the dark, and now she has this relationship with Mrs. An, which is equivalent to having a small backer.

She needed to endure her anger, and she must not add unnecessary trouble to Mo Nanchen.

An Ruqing took a deep breath, pinched her palms tightly, and squeezed a light smile on her lips.

She looked directly at Mrs. An, although she didn't say anything, her heart was full of unhappiness.

In her own home, she has been suppressed by Mrs. An, and this is the first time she has been so angry.

Mrs. An smiled, as if she didn't know An Ruqing's mood changes, she took her hand by herself.

Looking at it from a distance, the two are really like mother and daughter.

An Rong stood beside the two, staring at An Ruqing's back impatiently, his white teeth clenched extremely tightly.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she saw Mo Nanchen dressed in a dark coat appear in her sight.

An Rong suddenly smiled, her eyes flashed, she ran towards Mo Nanchen quickly, and smiled sweetly: "Lord Wang! ”

As soon as the words came out, An Ruqing looked back, Mo Nanchen put his hand on Minghui's shoulder, and with his support, he slowly walked into everyone's sight.

"Qing'er." Mo Nanchen smiled and waved at An Ruqing, his black eyes inadvertently swept over An Rong, who was looking at him happily.

Mo Nanchen directly ignored An Rong, and this move could make An Ruqing's unhappiness fade a lot.

An Ruqing smiled and went to support Mo Nanchen's arm, and glanced at Mrs. An and An Rong on the side, she smiled and patted Mo Nanchen's chest with a soft smile.

"Lord Wang, you are sick, why do you have to come out to find me. It's just that Xiao Banzhuxiang hasn't seen me, so you are in such a hurry to come out to find me, do you care about your own body? ”

An Ruqing pursed her lips lightly and hugged Mo Nanchen's hand like a coquette.

Mo Nanchen was slightly stunned, and after looking at An Ruqing's blinking eyes, he suddenly hooked his lips and smiled.

"This king cares about you the most, if you are not in my sight, I will naturally come to you anxiously." Mo Nan seemed helpless, raised his hand and gently stroked her face, and tapped the nose of the little wife playfully.

An Rong's eyes widened, and she watched the two flirt with no one else, and her heart was burning with jealousy.

This slut, if she wants to show affection with the prince, she is still like this in front of her!

Doesn't this mean that he wants to tell her that the prince loves and cares about him very much!

An Rong exploded in anger, and took a big gulp to endure it.

Mrs. An's eyes didn't look at Mo Nanchen much, but she stared at Minghui for a long time, and then asked: "...... of your hand?"

"Broken arm."

Minghui stepped forward suddenly, and without Mo Nanchen's cover, the empty sleeve was suddenly revealed.

Madame Ann took a step back in fright, her brow furrowed tightly, and she held the silk handkerchief to her lips with a look of disgust.

"You slave really doesn't know the rules, and you suddenly came out and scared Mrs. Ben!"

Mrs. An's face was slightly pale, she was frightened when she suddenly saw Minghui's broken arm, and she looked at Minghui with an expressionless face, and she was angry.

"A slave with a broken hand deserves to stay by the side of the prince and Ruqing? Such slaves should be sold, and the provincial ones should stay in the house to pierce people's eyes! ”

Mrs. An glared at Minghui, and when her eyes fell on the sleeve without hands, her disgust was undisguised.

Listening to her being called a minion, Minghui was not angry.

It's just that he can bear it, An Ruqing, who has endured Mrs. An for a long time, can't help it.

"Madame said with a smile, Minghui is not a minion, he is the prince's personal guard, before the hand is broken, he can help the prince kill many people who are not long-eyed."

An Ruqing smiled and covered her lips, glanced at Minghui and then smiled: "Minghui's hand, it can be said that he didn't get it for the palace, although he is a guard on the surface, but we treat him very well, besides, ......"

Her voice changed, her apricot eyes blinked, and her smile remained unchanged: "Besides, Minghui just doesn't have an arm, he can do what ordinary people can do." ”

"What ordinary people can't do, he can still do, not to mention that I've been researching to put a prosthetic hand on him."

An Ruqing looked at Mrs. An with crooked eyes and smiled, with that innocent wink, as if she was sighing with emotion in every word.

It can be heard in the hearts of others, but it is different.

An Rong's face was pale, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his whole face was extremely ugly.

This woman has really been sarcastic about her mother, and her mother can bear it when she hears it, and she actually lets An Ruqing ridicule her.

So hateful, what a slut!

Guan An Rong was angry, but Mrs. An didn't have any anger on her body, she looked a little excited, and after staring at Minghui for a few moments, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and asked, "How can he put a prosthetic hand on his broken arm?" ”

In this world, after a broken hand, people usually have their empty sleeves tied up, and no one has ever heard of a prosthetic hand fitting.

An Ruqing's words inadvertently revealed that Mrs. An was very interested.

"Heh, what kind of prosthetic hand can she make as a woman? It's probably just a joke, mother, are you still serious? ”

An Rong coldly clasped his hands around his chest and laughed mercilessly.

Some men can't make prosthetic hands, how can An Ruqing be a woman.

"An Ruqing, why do you want to save face like this? If you cut off your hand, you have to say something about installing a fake hand, don't you blush when you say this? ”

An Rong covered her lips and sneered, with a mockery all over her body, in her opinion, An Ruqing just said that she wanted to make a fake hand for the sake of face.

After speaking, she crossed An Ruqing and came to Mo Nanchen's side again, and said in a gentle tone: "Lord Wang, are you much better?" If it's not good, why don't An Rong stay and take care of you? ”

"Good sister, isn't there something wrong with your eyes, sister I'm still here, why did I need you to take care of the prince?"

When An Ruqing heard An Rong's words, her lips curled, and she deliberately looked at An Rong's eyes exaggeratedly.

After speaking, she lowered her eyes and sneered: "Sister, do you want to take care of the prince's illness?" Or do you want to stay in the palace and find a reason? ”

"You!"

An Rong was so angry that her face was red, and such a straightforward and explicit ridicule directly poked her careful thoughts.

"Don't be angry, sister." An Ruqing smiled and bent her eyes, and after looking at Mo Nanchen, she pretended to smile helplessly: "Mo Nanchen's illness is really a little delicate, even if I can't find any reason." ”

"Naturally, I'm afraid of infecting you, so my sister should not stay here longer."

Having said that, her eyes also glanced at Mrs. Ann inadvertently.

The implication is naturally to suggest that the two of them should go quickly.

An Rong has been ridiculed by An Ruqing as a godsister for so long, and she can't stay any longer.

Seeing this, Mrs. An only left a sentence that she would come to pick up An Ruqing again, and left with An Rong.