The shocking rules of the wedding night: Lord, I will wait for you to divorce your wife

"You were very happy just now?" Mo Liancheng said slowly. When he asked this sentence, his gaze was fixed on Qu Tan'er's eyes, as if he wanted to see through her eyes to see her true inner thoughts.She was so happy to see the fourteenth brother?Is it that uncomfortable for her to paint with him?

Feeling inexplicably upset, an emotion that was unfamiliar to him suddenly surged into his heart.

Sour, astringent, a little uncomfortable...

Qu Tan'er's mouth twitched.

Regarding Mo Liancheng's thoughtless and inexplicable question, she was really... hard to answer.But speaking of it, she was really happy to see the Fourteenth Prince coming in just now, because she thought of a way to get out of the house.

"My lord, Tan'er is very happy to be able to grind ink for you." Qu Tan'er came out with a docile and well-behaved appearance, and smiled at Mo Liancheng. In a word, she spoke calmly without blushing or panting. As if there is such a thing.Of course, secretly about to vomit, goosebumps are inevitable.

There is no one who does not like to listen to flattery, will Mo Liancheng be an exception?

Mo Liancheng narrowed his eyes slowly, "Oh, do you really think so?"

"Tan Er yes."

"Hmm..." Suddenly, he was silent.

She didn't like him, he knew it from the beginning.

Or, he should hate himself for being too clear, so...

Mo Liancheng leaned back in the chair slowly, and closed his eyes as if he was tired. His exquisite and perfect facial features were as calm as water, making it impossible to see a single thought in his heart.half an hour.The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing his usual calm smile, he opened his eyes, moved the bad drawing aside, took out a new drawing line, sketched it carefully, and started drawing again...

"Continue to grind the ink." Mo Liancheng said calmly, but his eyes remained on the painting.

Qu Tan'er also had a calm face, and the ink rubbing movement that had just stopped continued.

And Mo Jingxuan was at the side, tasting the tea and snacks brought by Jingxin.

"What's the matter?" Mo Liancheng raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Jingxuan, before speaking lightly.

"There are no big things, but there is one small thing."

"Oh."

"Brother Wang has made a move." Mo Jingxuan just glanced at Qu Tan'er for a while, without hesitation, he just dropped the words.

"Ah."

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

"What do you say?"

"I don't know, but the second brother is not idle, it seems that they are also in a hurry." Mo Jingxuan shrugged, with a slightly helpless expression.

Qu Tan'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, feeling a little helpless, and continued to grind the ink.I always feel that when they said these things, they seemed to mention them deliberately in front of her, and that feeling was very uncomfortable.

At this time, Mo Liancheng replied indifferently: "Let them go, the position of prince is not easy to sit in."

"What about the starling?"

"Tell me?" Mo Liancheng asked back, but the person who asked the question was not Mo Jingxuan, but Qu Tan'er who was standing silently beside him.

"Sister-in-law Ba, who do you think will be the crown prince in the end?" Mo Jingxuan also focused all his attention on Qu Tan'er, as if he wanted to hear her opinion.

"I don't know." Qu Tan'er twitched the corner of her mouth lightly, and replied lightly.

She is dizzy, if you ask her this question, then who is she asking this question?

Do you really think she is a god?Or were they simply testing her reaction?

Thinking about it a little deeper, indeed, Mo Liancheng...is unlikely to believe her.