Concubine Meng drove to the prince to take a detour

Chapter 70 Give me some books to play with

Yue'er looked up at Leng Fengchen gratefully, but she was not polite to him, because in Yue'er's heart, she already regarded Leng Liefeng as her own, she put away the money, and thanked happily: "Brother Leng, thank you, otherwise we Miss can only eat a bowl of noodles for her birthday this year."

Leng Fengchen curled his lips slightly, and reached out to touch Yue'er's head with pity.

Qiao Mo watched with staring eyes, this is the uncle and little loli, her favorite, so cute!
Yue'er was horrified when she was looked at by her young lady, the young lady's eyes were so--wretched!

"That month, I will follow Lao Leng to do it. I will list the things I need for you later." Qiao Mo said cheerfully, got up and went to the desk.

Fireworks are a must, and since barbecues are always present in time-traveling texts, wouldn’t it be a shame if I didn’t do some of them?

Qiao Mo wrote it all and handed it to Leng Fengchen. Leng Fengchen reached out to take it, and frowned slightly after reading it: "Miss, do you want these things?"

"Well, yes, is there a problem?" The hostess can have some adventures through barbecue, why can't she take a gamble, what if there are any adventures?

Leng Fengchen put away the rice paper, bowed his head and said, "No, I will do it immediately."

"Hey, don't buy that meat, prepare the other things I want first." Qiao Mo suddenly yelled when they were going out.

Leng Fengchen nodded in response, and took Yue'er out.

After they went out, Qiao Mo looked at the box where Yue'er held the jade bracelet. If she was Qiao Chuchu, she would be very happy to enjoy the pampering from the so-called aunt.

Unfortunately, she is Qiao Mo, not Qiao Chuchu.

Leng Fengchen and Yue'er went out to buy what Qiao Mo wanted, and Qiao Mo went out of the room to look in the small courtyard, looking for a place that was most suitable for barbecue.

Qiao Mo looked for it, but she didn't feel that someone was gradually following behind her.

Lan Meijue frowned and watched Qiao Mo jumping here and there with the hem of her skirt.

"What are you doing?" Lan Meijue was sure that she didn't understand, and asked directly.

"Ah—" Qiao Mo happened to be standing on a small round platform, and when she heard his sudden voice, she yelled and lost her balance.

"Be careful." As Lan Meijue said, he had already stretched out his arms to wrap her in his arms, so as not to let her fall to the ground.

Qiao Mo was so scared that she jumped up and down, and her little hands were still patting her chest after she landed safely.

The place where she is is the only place where the stone platform is placed in the small courtyard. Just now, I have been thinking about whether it is possible to put the shelf here, but when he said a word, he almost scared himself to death.

Qiao Mo couldn't see Lan Meijue when she turned her head. She hadn't settled with him yet, but this man came here by himself.

"Hey, small vegetable basket, you still dare to show up?" Qiao Mo watched him sit on the stone bench outside, pinched Xiao Man's waist and stared at him, and said sinisterly.

"Hey, why are you talking to your elder brother?" Lan Meijue knew that she was still angry, and if she could become her friend, she would definitely treat him sincerely, even if that person was sent by the prince to monitor her.

Qiao Mo looked up at the sky and rolled her eyes. Who is he, Qiao Mo didn't admit it, okay?

"Why didn't you help Lao Leng that day?" Qiao Mo snorted a little, but she didn't blame him much, after all, Lan Meijue had no reason to help him.

"Young master is not happy, it depends on your mood to help whoever you are." Lan Meijue said arrogantly, Qiao Mo is probably the only one who can help him, Lan Meijue, in the entire Qiao's mansion.

Qiao Mo sat across from him, holding her little chin, her mood improved immediately, and she looked at him cheerfully: "Hey, Xiao Cailan, I found that you are really good to me, do you like me?"

The folding fan in Lan Meijue's hand shook slightly, the corners of her mouth twitched, and even the way she looked at Qiao Mo wanted to tear her narcissistic little face off just like that.

"Master, I like you?" It seemed like he was frightened like that.

"Cut, if you don't like it, you don't like it. What do you hate so deeply?" Qiao Mo didn't care about his disgust, and waved her little hand, "Hey, Xiao Cailan, is your number one farm in the world very powerful?" She seemed I watched a TV called No. [-] in the world, and it seemed that there was a handsome brother Hua on it.

"If you can ask this sentence, it proves that you are very powerful and ignorant." Lan Meijue said, reaching out and touching her little head. He really likes this child, otherwise he wouldn't be here yesterday. He suddenly said that he recognized her as a righteous sister.

If Qiao Mo knew that he thought he was a child, he might slap him on the head and yell at her. She's 24, she's older than him.

Qiao Mo pushed his hand away in disgust, like petting a puppy, she is not a puppy.

"Xiaocailan, my birthday is three days later, you come." Qiao Mo smiled and sent out a verbal invitation. Her friends here are too many to count on one hand.

As for the people in this family, she didn't have to think about it. Her birthday was the anniversary of the death of her mother. It was no wonder that Qiao Chuchu never had a good birthday.

"Do you want a gift?" Lan Meijue raised her brows wickedly, and looked at her with a low smile.

Qiao Mo despises: "How is it possible, am I such a vulgar person? Do you mind giving money directly?" Qiao Mo made a 360-degree turn with one sentence. She is not short of gifts, but she is short of money. She felt sorry for Yue'er.

"Haha, I just like your vulgar look, I will give you as much as you want." Lan Meijue said generously.

Qiao Mo looked at his arrogance, listened to his domineering words, and cursed in her heart: Zhen Nima is the prince of the world's number one village, and he really treats money as dung.

But for the sake of money, Qiao Mo decisively lost face: "This money, you give as much as you want, I won't despise less."

Lan Meijue was once again choked by Qiao Mo's words, what did she say, would she not dislike him?

This is a warning to herself, will she despise herself if she gives less?

Lan Meijue was chatting with Qiao Mo in the courtyard. Although there were maids pretending to pass by from time to time, Qiao Mo knew who they were, but ignored them.

"Did you ever think that King Xiao would give you a gift?" Lan Meijue asked calmly as he tasted the excellent Dragon Well that Qiao Mo had just brought.

Speaking of that BT, their bet was on her birthday, and their referee was Lan Meijue, so they looked at Lan Meijue with a smile.

Lan Meijue was frightened by her malicious eyes, coughed lightly: "What are you doing?"

"Hey, Xiao Cailan, we are all friends after all." Qiao Mo and his brother seemed to put their arms around his shoulders.

Lan Meijue jumped out immediately, looked at her defensively, and asked again: "What are you doing?"

"What are you afraid of? I just want you to be a judge." Qiao Mo looked at him with contempt as he jumped three meters away, sat down and drank water calmly.

"Judge? What is a judge?" Lan Meijue walked into her again, frowning slightly, obviously not understanding the meaning of these words.

"The judges are..." Before Qiao Mo finished speaking, she smelled a strong fragrance of Long Yan, and lay down on the table in frustration. She hadn't finished hooking up yet.

Naturally, Lan Meijue could smell such a strong smell, and after being taken aback for a moment, she laughed out loud, as expected, one thing subdues another thing, but I don't know if she can subdue the one inside.

"My brother will definitely come on your birthday. As for gifts, my brother will naturally not disappoint you." Lan Meijue said with a smile, but there was a gloating look on her seductive face.

"You can get out now." Qiao Mo is feeling extremely pained now, why every time it's critical, that BT seems to be on the monitor and shows up on time.

Seeing her devastated, Lan Meijue was in an unprecedentedly good mood, and decisively left here.

Qiao Mo lay on the table for a while, the Long Yanxiang that he could sway freely was gone, but she was sure that the person was still in her room.

So before Leng Fengchen and Yue'er came back, Qiao Mo went back to the room helplessly.

After entering the door, he closed the door resolutely, and looked at the man sitting behind his desk reading a book. This man simply regarded this place as his second study.

"I thought you planned to stay outside until they came back?" Chu Lichen said calmly without even giving her a look.

But before Qiao Mo opened her mouth to refute, she saw something like a memorial book flying in the air. She reached out to catch it, but there was nothing inside. She asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"This king thinks, it's time for you to enter the prince's mansion. The prince has a lot of contacts, but there are some important ones. This king wants you to remember all his important officials."

"Damn, how can I know this." After hearing what he said, Qiao Mo felt that her whole life was not good. How could the prince's private minister tell herself.

"This is your business." Chu Lichen said lightly, and put down the book in his hand, "The prince will return to Beijing soon, this king hopes that you can go to the prince's mansion as soon as possible."

Qiao Mo thought about it, there was no antidote, and she couldn't keep her face at any time, how could she be so unlucky.

Looking up and down at the blank booklet, "What is this for?"

Chu Lichen beckoned her to go over again. Qiao Mo knew that it was useless for her to struggle, so she could only walk slowly, and was pulled to sit on her lap again.

Chu Lichen motioned for her to write on it, Qiao Mo looked at him curiously, finally took the brush over, and wrote a character with a curious expression on his face.

But after writing it down, within a moment, the handwriting disappeared.

Qiao Mo's mouth grew wide, and she suddenly picked up the folder and looked up and down: "Why is this happening?"

Chu Lichen closed the blank booklet, "This will save you from the danger of being discovered, and secondly, it will be convenient for me to hold it."

"Is there any more, give me some more books to play with." Qiao Mo said with a smile.

Chu Lichen looked at her doggy legs, which was the same as when she faced Lan Meijue outside just now.

(End of this chapter)