Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 2438 Aijia really just wants to raise an old man (281)

"Then you still..." Ling Mohua was a little anxious tonight, "How can you be so messy?"

Yun Miao rolled her eyes in an inelegant way, "Isn't it your fault?"

One by one, I didn't ask her opinion, and they were all arguing there. Isn't this forcing her to come up with a unique move?

"Okay, I'm going to sleep, it's up to you whether you go to sleep or make an appointment for a fight."

After speaking, she turned around and left without any hesitation.

"I'm going to sleep." Ling Mohua hurriedly followed without even looking at Ling Yichen.

"Staying up late hurts your body and your skin. I'm not too young, so I need to pay attention to maintenance."

"Starting tomorrow, I will drink health tea with you."

"Whatever you want." Yun Miao shrugged, and closed the door directly in front of him.

Ling Mohua touched his nose.

Always felt that she was angry.

But why he was angry, he was a little confused.

On the other side, Ling Yichen was still sitting in the study blankly, with so many things happening, his whole mind was in a mess and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

For a while, he thought about the matter of relying on each other in the palace with his mother, for a while he thought about the coup that happened in the palace the night before, for a while he thought about things related to Yun Miao, and where he should go and what he should do next. What, blah blah blah.

There were too many things lingering in his mind, and he couldn't calm down at all.

He has never left the palace, once he leaves, he doesn't know where to go and what he can do.

Looking back on the past now, the more I can understand the difficulty of the queen mother, the more I regret my behavior.

But after thinking for a while, it suddenly occurred to him, if the mother hadn't left, wouldn't the current Yun Miao not appear?

In this repeated entanglement and complexity, he lay on the desk in the study and slept intermittently and restlessly all night.

When I woke up the next day, I found that my nose was stuffed, I had a fever, and I had a cold.

When Ling Mohua learned about this, when the little bastard was about to take this opportunity to rely on the Zhuangzi, and pretended to be weak and coquettish with Yun Miao, he decisively asked Yun Miao for a few medicines to treat the wind and cold, and directly gave him some water Filled.

After taking a few pills, within half an hour, the fever subsided, the nose cleared up, and the cold was mostly cured.

Of course, I can't pretend to be weak, I can't be coquettish, and I can't rely on Zhuangzi to stay.

Ling Yichen still wanted to struggle, but it was a pity that in the end, Yun Miao didn't even see his face, so Ling Mohua put a cold face on him, grabbed him into the carriage, and sent him back to the palace.

When Yun Miao got the news, when she rushed to the door, the rear end of the carriage was gone.

Seeing her, Ling Mohua's stern expression softened a little, and he walked over slowly, "You know? I really want to kill him!"

"That's your own nephew, chop it up if you like!" Yun Miao squinted at him, turned around and went back to the garden, ready to continue picking flowers with Guan Yu and the others.

Ling Mohua had sharp eyes and quick hands, and grabbed her wrist, "Wait for me for another three days, how about it?"

Yun Miao turned her head and looked at him suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

Ling Mohua was silent for a moment, and then said with firm eyes: "You play on Zhuangzi for three days first, and I'll take care of the affairs in the mansion, and I'll go with you."

Yun Miao was surprised.

"You don't want the throne anymore?"

From the first time she saw this man, she knew that the power and status of the throne was extremely important to him.

At that time, she saw ambition in his eyes.

A kind of ambition that belonged exclusively to the children of the ancient royal family, who wanted to sit in that high position and control everything.

(End of this chapter)