Princess, be nice

Chapter 1197

"Is it... the national teacher?"

Hearing Mo Chen's words, Xie Ci lowered his eyes, and the hand holding the Buddhist beads became more and more forceful.

Before Xie Ci could speak, Zhe Tian denied it, "How could it be the national teacher? If the national teacher wanted to harm the lord and his wife, why did he let that little crane come to save them?"

"Why don't you have nothing to do?" Zhetian thought of the little spirit crane. If he could raise such a silly and sweet pet crane, the Master of the State Teacher would definitely not be such a cruel person.

From the bottom of his heart, Zortian denied this possibility.

He is a person whose sensibility is better than reason, and Mo Chen is a person whose reason is better than sensibility, almost without sensibility, so he is more rational than Zhe Tian, ​​word by word, "Aside from the national teacher, who has such supernatural power?"

"In addition to the national teacher, there are many people. Even if it is not the eldest grandson prince, it may be the strange person next to the eldest grandson prince who was bought to frame the eldest grandson prince."

"And it might be the fake monk Xuanling, isn't he very capable?"

"There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. If all the impossible things are pushed to the national teacher, wouldn't the national teacher be very busy?"

Mo Chen, who never liked to get angry, was darkened by Zhe Tian's eyes, "Zhe Tian, ​​are you the master's subordinate, or the national teacher's subordinate?"

"Of course I am the Lord's subordinate!" Zhetian said confidently, "We can't wrong any good person!"

"You have been with Madam for a long time." Mo Chen sneered and refused to comment.

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Zhe Tian is not forgiving, what does it mean that he has been with his wife for a long time.

"Shut up." Xie Ci finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and deep, but he couldn't hide the coldness.

Chilling.

This kind of aura has nothing to do with whether you are injured or not, and it has nothing to do with whether you are weak or not, it seems to be innate.

Feeling the chill of Xie Ci, Zhe Tian shuddered, not daring to argue with Mo Chen.

"Go down."

Xie Ci waved his hand, motioning them to leave, looking bad.

"Yes."

Until they left the room, Zhetian seemed to have escaped from danger, "The Lord didn't blame us?"

"I thought we were doomed."

Seeing Zhetian's hopeless appearance, Mo Chen looked cold and stared at him indifferently, "You are the one who is doomed, and you keep praising other men in front of the lord, are you afraid that the lord is not jealous enough? "

"You still talk about me, you think you can escape, what do you mean by your last sentence, what do you mean I have been with Madam for a long time, it's fine if you despise me, but you still despise Madam, are you tired of living? "

"It's also fortunate that the Lord may be seriously injured today, and his reaction is slow, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold and unwarm voice of thanks came from inside, "Mo Chen, Zhe Tian, ​​I will be punished with thirty lashes."

"……Yes."

Mohe on the side couldn't stop smiling after watching the show, and he likes this kind of scene the most, that is, the two tigers fight each other, and they benefit from it.

Hahaha, it wasn't his turn.

So comfortable.

Seeing them being punished, Mo He stepped forward and patted them on the shoulder pretendingly, "Take care."

He is as good at acting as he is in controlling facial expressions. He has long been proficient, and he will not be half happy when he is sad. I don't know if he thought he was really sad for the two good brothers.

In fact, my heart is full of happiness.

Two quarters of an hour later, Yuan Miao walked unsteadily with a tray, and saw that the person standing at the door had changed, "Hey, where is Uncle Zhetian?"

(End of this chapter)