After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 56

When Mo Yunzhao returned to the City Lord's Mansion, he could tell from the sound that the mobs were blocking the door, and the guards tried their best to keep them from breaking in.

She asked Mo Yunlan to pass on the message, "Let them solve it by themselves. If the door is broken, let them pack their bags and get out."

Mo Yunlan listened with sparkling eyes, full of admiration, and immediately went to do it.

Although Mo Jinghao hated him, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and take Mo Bici out of the city lord's mansion to avoid it for a while.

But the mob came after them.

Seeing the two being chased like dogs in the water, Mo Yunlan only felt refreshed.

She came in front of Mo Yunzhao and talked about this scene. It can be seen that she was holding a cup of tea, her eyes were calm, and she was looking forward without focus. She didn't even smile, so she couldn't help but close her eyes.

No matter how funny, no matter how fun.

Her Ah Zhao couldn't see either.

Thinking about it, Mo Yunlan sat beside her, propped her cheeks with her hands, and began to sigh, like an old woman.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

Mo Yunlan looked at her sideways, and saw her beautiful eyes were watery, as if she was looking at someone, but knew she couldn't see.

"Azhao, do you know what kind of things His Highness the Crown Prince has done to you?"

When Mo Yunzhao thought of being kissed by him in the carriage that day, and his hand kissed today, his little face, which was originally at ease, immediately blushed.

That is a disciple.

But she couldn't beat it.

Mo Yunlan propped his face, and continued: "That Prince Menglang tied you and his hair together, and put them close to your body. You didn't see his expression, it's really too Menglang."

Mo Yunzhao: "..."

Compared with him kissing her on the mouth, this is not Meng Lang.

It's just that if they tie their hair together, isn't that the meaning of a married couple?
What a disciple of Meng Lang!
She was so ashamed and annoyed that she didn't listen to what Mo Yunlan said.

When she came back to her senses, the person had already ran out like a gust of wind.

Mo Yunlan went to Nianzhao Pavilion aggressively, and on the way, he saw the two heads of the Tu family and the Wang family, who were also chased by the mob, looking very embarrassed.

Going to Nianzhao Pavilion, she started fighting with Nie You without seeing His Highness the Crown Prince.

The two fought fiercely, and if Nie You didn't draw his sword, she was defeated and had to go home disheartened.

After Nie You won the battle, he went in to report.

Ling Jingyu was half leaning on the grand teacher's chair, his red robe was untied, and his three thousand hairs were hanging down even more, freshly washed, still wet, it was as slippery as satin.

It further complements his demon-like charm.

At this time, he was holding the tangled strand of black hair in his hand, squinting at it, and raised the corners of his lips.

When Nie You came in, he saw that he was holding this strand of black hair, and sniffing lightly on the tip of his nose with his eyes closed.

The raised lips, the satisfied expression.

It looked really Meng Lang.

No wonder Mo Yunlan looked like he wanted to kill someone.

"Your Highness, Miss Mo is calling."

Ling Jingyu opened his eyes, put Qingsi close to his body, and quickly sat upright, with a majestic and serious appearance.

"Invite my sister-in-law in quickly, so I can entertain you, Ah Zhaoke is here?"

Seeing his fake posture, Nie You replied dully: "I beat you away."

Ling Jingyu narrowed his peach blossom eyes, "Huh?"

Nie You: "I beat you away."

Ling Jingyu paused and rolled his eyes, "Kneel down."

Nie You let out a bewildered cry, knelt down holding the sword, raised his head and asked puzzledly, "Why do you want me to kneel?"

"You won the battle, you don't have a daughter-in-law, you should reflect on yourself." Ling Jingyu lifted his red robe and flew away against the wind like a fire flying away.

(End of this chapter)