This princess is inappropriate

Chapter 171 Renamed
Hearing this, Chu Jiaowei was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at him and said, "Mo...Wei, will you take your master's surname?"

Mo Wuyou glanced at her, and said, "All the leaders of the Yousheng Sect in the past have been surnamed Mo."

When the words fell, he left.

Hearing this, the girl showed a slight smile on her blood-stained fair face, and murmured: "Master...I am the next leader... Great, Master didn't despise me!"

Looking at the smile on her face and the flushed eye sockets, Chu Jiaoli frowned slightly. She must be feeling very uncomfortable, right?
In order not to disappoint Mo Wuyou, she suppressed the burst of tears, she must have felt extremely tormented.

Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips, she had been trying to prevent Chu Jiaowei from waking up, but now things backfired, she had to think of a new way to prevent her from assassinating Beigong Tengxiao.

After thinking about it, she took a slow step, walked in front of Mo Wei, stretched out her hand to help her up, and said, "Sister, don't be too sad."

Mo Wei frowned, and insisted: "Why am I hurt? I'm too late to be happy."

Chu Jiaoli sighed softly, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, gently wiped the blood on her face, and said, "I haven't seen you for a year, do you want to catch up with my sister?"

Mo Wei hesitated to speak, originally wanted to refuse her approach, but after a year, there were many changes that she didn't know about, so it's good to talk about it.

After thinking about it, she responded softly: "Yes."

A quarter of an hour later, in Chu Jiaoli's room.

Chu Jiaoli poured a cup of tea for her who was sitting at the tea table, and gently placed it in front of her, then picked up the embroidery shed beside her, and embroidered slowly.

She looked at the exquisite butterfly pattern, and said: "I still remember when we were six years old, our aunt taught us embroidery. You always couldn't calm down. You couldn't embroider as well as me. Only when you saw that your aunt was a little angry, did you learn it seriously." , Embroidery has also advanced by leaps and bounds. I still remember that we once embroidered a butterfly together. After we embroidered it, we competed for the handkerchief. In the end, you gave me the butterfly handkerchief. At that time, how good we were... "

Speaking of this, Mo Wei was also a little moved, and said: "Such a beautiful time, there will never be another..."

Chu Jiaoli's smile was a bit sad, and she said, "People have to grow up, and everything can't be smooth sailing."

Mo Wei looked up at her, and said: "You haven't changed, you are still the same as before, gentle and quiet."

Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli paused slightly, showing a sad smile, and did not speak.

Mo Wei glanced at her lightly, and said, "Have you found a good home for a weak-tempered person like you?"

Chu Jiaoli said with a slight smile, "I was a princess, but... died."

Hearing this, Mo Wei was stunned, the princess that Wen Ruyu killed was actually her?Could it be that she was asked to feign her death so that she could bring the Yousheng Cult?

She clenched her fists tightly and said, "What major events have happened in the past year? What did that Chu Jiaoxing do?"

"She and I were canonized as princesses, given two mansions, entered the Imperial College as maids, and most importantly, she is now with Prince Qi."

"What?" Mo Wei stood up in astonishment, and murmured, "How could she... be with Beigong Qianqiu?"

Chu Jiaoli slightly raised her eyebrows, and said, "After all, she's not you, so it's normal for the man she likes to be different from you, right?"

Seeing Mo Wei frowned in discomfort, Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips, and whispered, "Sorry..."

Mo Wei exhaled lightly, and said, "Forget it, that's none of my business anymore."

Chu Jiaoli narrated everything that happened in this year. After hearing this, Mo Wei sighed softly and said, "It seems that I missed too much this year..."

Chu Jiaoli took down the embroidery shed, put the finished butterfly handkerchief in front of her, looked up at her, and said, "Now, what are you going to do?"

Mo Wei raised her hand and caressed the delicate purple butterfly pattern on it, and said, "Retreat from tomorrow to improve your martial arts."

Chu Jiaoli lowered her head and pondered for a while. As a result, Mo Wei's career as a woman was ruined, but Mo Wuyou focused on cultivating Mo Wei, so she didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

It was night, and Mo Wuyou's room was brightly lit.

He sat in front of the desk and flipped through an ancient bamboo slip.

The bamboo slips are thousands of years old, and they are still relatively well preserved. He carefully studied the complicated words on it, slightly raised the corners of his lips, rested his slender fingertips on the three words, and murmured: "Zhongluo Kingdom ..."

Three days later.

Mo Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Chu Jiaoli who had improved a lot in his swordsmanship in the courtyard.

Right now she is only at the stage of basic skills, this is too slow...

The potion was ready, and it happened that Mo Wei was retreating, so it was time.

After thinking about it, he called Chu Jiaoli: "Teacher."

Chu Jiaoli stopped and turned to look at him, only to see him stepping into the room.

She slightly raised her eyebrows, put away her sword and walked in with him.

Looking at his back, Chu Jiaoli said, "Master, what's the matter?"

Mo Wuyou walked up to her, raised his hand and tapped her acupuncture points.

Chu Jiaoli only felt that her body was stiff and unable to move, she suddenly felt a little flustered, and said, "Master... what do you... want to do?"

Mo Wuyou raised her hand to lift her chin, she only felt her face slowly facing upwards, and then opened her left eyelid with her fingers.

The next moment, he lifted the other hand holding the medicine bottle, and with a "pop", poured the liquid in the bottle into her left eye.

"Ah!" Chu Jiaoli suddenly screamed in pain, her eyes ached as if they were burning, and half of the light lost in an instant.

"Master! Why! What did I do wrong?" She cried out terribly. She really wanted to escape, but her body couldn't move because of her stiffness.

"Good apprentice, you are not wrong." Mo Wuyou slightly raised the corners of his lips, and then poured a bottle of potion into her right eye.

"Ah! Why are you blinding me!" Chu Jiaoli screamed miserably, "Your Highness! Your Highness, save me! Your Highness, save me!"

In Xiyu Kingdom, Beigong Tengxiao, who was discussing important matters with Xiyuhuang in the imperial study, suddenly frowned, feeling a throbbing pain in his heart.

He raised his hand and slowly grasped his collar, swallowing uncomfortably.

Why... my heart hurts...

Xi Yuhuang slightly frowned and said, "Xiao'er, are you alright?"

Beigong Tengxiao pursed his lips, shook his head lightly, and said, "It's all right, thank you, Uncle Huang, for your concern."

Longyin Peak.

After all the potion was poured out, Mo Wuyou opened Chu Jiaoli's acupuncture points.

Chu Jiaoli sat paralyzed on the ground, and wanted to raise her hand in a panic, but she didn't dare to touch her face.

"I can't see... I can't see! You're a devil! A devil!"

Chu Jiaoli stumbled to her feet and wanted to escape to the door, but she couldn't figure out the direction and bumped into a table.

She gritted her teeth, vented her anger and threw the things on the table to the ground, and then groped in other directions.

(End of this chapter)