Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1222
"Brother Lang, look, it's really the second son's handwriting."

Young Lord Mo and Madam Hou put their heads together, looking at the handwriting on it, Mo Qianlang burst into tears.

It is said that men don't flick their tears lightly, but it's about Mo Xiaowan, what happened when he flicked it hard?
"That stupid girl, why don't you die?"

Mo Qianlang said angrily: "Back then, the third brother could send her to Bingxi Island, but if she had to sneak away and fall into the hands of pirates, she would have escaped death. Fortunately, she was lucky enough to fall into the hands of the fourth brother, otherwise..."

He imagined the scene where Mo Xiaowan was killed with a pair of children.

His voice was hard to swallow, and he couldn't speak any more.

"Okay, knife mouth tofu heart."

Chu Wanling pushed him amusedly: "Who doesn't know that you miss Sister Wan'er and a pair of children the most, and if you say a few cruel words, your heart will be relieved? Isn't there news!"

"Miss!"

Mo Ganlang looked at Chu Wanling, leaned close to her ear, and said hoarsely, "What is tofu heart? My husband only knows that the lady's body is as smooth as tofu..."

"Brother Lang, you are going to die!"

Ling'er pushed him shyly, and was about to pounce and tear him.

At this time, a faint voice sounded from behind.

"You young couple are flirting, write to me. The Eighth Prince's Mansion is still waiting for news from the little princess."

"Qing Juechen?"

Mo Qianlang was interrupted, turned his head and said angrily: "You sneaked into the Hou's mansion, can you make some noise? Like a ghost, silent."

"It's Mr. Lang and Miss Ling'er who are patronizing and fighting, so they can't hear it."

Qing Juechen said coldly: "A person who can't see the light is no different from a ghost? Bring me the letter. I'm waiting to go back and meet Uncle Lu."

Mo Qianlang was ecstatic when he got the news about Mo Xiaowan.

Originally, he wanted to cover the letter, knowing that the Eighth Prince's Mansion and the queens in the palace were all looking forward to the news of Mo Xiaowan, so he had no choice but to give the letter to Qing Juechen unwillingly.

"After letting Uncle Lu read it, remember to go to the palace and report a letter to the empress."

"it is good!"

After Qing Juechen took the letter, he disappeared in the Marquis of Weiyuan in a flash.

What made him speechless was that he successfully took the letter from Qing Juechen and got news that the little princess and a pair of cute babies were safe.

The credible fell into Uncle Lu's hands, and he said that he would go to the palace to report a letter to the empress, but Uncle Lu said that the letter was written to the Eighth Prince's Mansion, and refused to hand it over anyway.

What else are you saying that you can't fall into other people's hands?
Qing Juechen thought of that beautiful figure, and this appearance that resembled the prince, and he was afraid that Zhang Bingqian, the empress, would be frightened.

It was hard to talk about it, so Uncle Lu was tricked into handing over the letter to him.

"Qing Juechen, remember, I can only let the queen take a look, this letter must be brought back to the Eighth Prince's Mansion."

Uncle Lu said with a choked voice: "I haven't seen enough of this old slave, I need to watch it a few more times, the pair of young masters are almost two years old, if they are still in this palace, they will talk to this old slave..."

Qing Juechen was afraid of Uncle Lu, and when he mentioned a pair of little masters and princes, he seemed like a chatterbox.

The results of it!
He managed to rush into the palace, only to find out that Zhang Bingqian had gone to Lingchan Temple to offer incense.

I rode my horse all the way to Lingchan Temple, and finally in the backyard, I found Zhang Bingqian and Master Jingkong standing under the bodhi tree and saying something.

Doesn't she have any entourage around her?

A flash of pity flashed in Qing Juechen's eyes, and his thoughts drifted away, thinking of the past when he was injured and rescued by her into the ruined temple.

"The heart moves at will, why don't the benefactor let the wind do it?"

Master Jingkong pointed to the bodhi leaves above his head: "The leaves that should be hung on the tree will not fall down no matter how the wind blows."

(End of this chapter)