Miss Qing Shi: Lord National Teacher, please don't tease

Chapter 150 Moran, someone is looking for it
Opening his mouth, Baili Moran seemed to have something to say, but in the end, there was only one sentence: "When...leave?"

"Tomorrow..."

"So urgent?" She was reluctant.

"You have to leave early and late..." He patted Baili Moran's back comfortingly. I'm afraid that if he stays for a few more days, he won't be able to leave...

"...Well, it just so happened that Uncle Leng Zhen woke up too. If Grandpa wants to leave, please take him with you, so that he can be taken care of..."

Baili Qingtian nodded, but the tears almost fell again, and he quickly wiped them away, "Okay."

Both of them stopped talking, Baili Moran was so obedient, she closed her eyes, quietly enjoying the hard-won warmth, she knew that there would be very few opportunities in the future...

Although Baili Qingtian's injury has healed, Baili Moran is still worried. It just so happens that he also needs to consolidate his skyrocketing cultivation, so he stays in the room to recuperate.

Pushing the door alone and going out, as soon as Baili Moran stepped into the front yard, he heard a noisy sound of chickens and dogs jumping, mixed with the groans of many people, the sound of heavy objects falling, and a cold but still pleasant male voice .

"roll!"

Frowning lightly, this voice is...

Dead monster?
The pace under his feet quickened inadvertently.

There was a mess outside the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion. All kinds of jewelry, gold coins, crystal nuclei, precious medicinal materials, and even a few pills were scattered on the ground like garbage. Moaning unceasingly on the ground.

In front of this messy place, a peerless and independent man stood with his hands behind his back. His expression was indifferent and cold, without any fluctuations. The ice-blue delicate robe was not stained with dust. It was gently raised by the breeze, and then slowly fell. He stood there silently, like a picture of an elegant and noble fairy.

No one can capture the tyranny revealed at that moment.

When Baili Moran arrived, he saw such a scene.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Di Fusheng turned his head, the coldness on his face was faint, and there was a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

"Moran, someone is looking for you."

"..."

The blue veins on her forehead jumped happily, who will tell her, this is... what's going on?

"What are you guys doing next? Human vacuum cleaners?"

The prince, who was kicked away by the master of the state teacher, wanted to cry without tears, and crawled back with a bitter face.

He really wanted to complain hoarsely, but... he didn't dare...

Who dares to make a small report from Master Guoshi?
Anyway, he didn't dare, he still wanted to spend another two years at ease...

What's more, he didn't think it would be useful to report to Miss Mo...

In this way, the sad Wang Gonggong missed the only chance to feel proud, and it is destined that he will have a hard life for the rest of his life...

Getting up from the ground with difficulty, the prince limped and picked up the imperial decree that someone had "accidentally" stepped on N feet.

After coughing, he glanced at the expressionless Master Guoshi from the corner of the eye, and then, unsurprisingly, he was frightened back, and quickly lowered his eyebrows, not daring to offend.

"Cough cough, according to the heaven, the emperor ordered that Mo, the disciple of the master of the state... Miss Mo is a virtuous and virtuous girl, with a graceful and graceful appearance..."

"Get to the point." The three words floated over lightly, and successfully choked back what Wang Gonggong hadn't said.

Focus, focus...

The prince was sweating profusely, his eyes flicked, and he finally found the point in a long speech.

"...to marry Miss Mo with the gift of a queen, and we will be married on the day of the enthronement ceremony. I hereby—"

The last word almost broke.

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, the prince trembled his hands under the overwhelming coercion from the national teacher, and wanted to throw the imperial decree, a hot potato, into Baili Moran's hands.

(End of this chapter)