The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 380 Conditions
"Let's go! Don't care about it, and you won't care about it in the future."

"Whatever happens has nothing to do with you."

Di Jiuyang didn't have much strength, but he still insisted on finishing these two sentences, and then he never looked at Mo Qingcheng again, waiting for Mo Qingcheng to leave.

Mo Qingcheng didn't move, looked at Di Jiuyang, after a while, Mo Qingcheng got out of bed and left.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, the mocking smile on Di Jiuyang's face became more and more obvious, but it was just self-deprecating.

Sure enough, you are right, I never got this woman's heart, I lost, completely lost.

But, why is he just not reconciled? Thinking that he is sick like this is for a bet, but Mo Qingcheng is unwilling to stay for him for a moment. For a moment, Di Jiuyang feels that nothing is important, maybe this is the most important thing OK

Close your eyes and slowly sink into the darkness.

He will always be the one in the dark, and the sunshine never belongs to him, because he expects too much.

After Mo Qingcheng went out, he didn't leave. Instead, he turned around and asked his servants to take him to the kitchen. The kitchen was already emptied when Mo Qingcheng passed by. Mo Qingcheng didn't plan to do anything complicated, but simply made a preserved egg. Lean meat porridge, and then there is a fried egg.

Everyone looked at Mo Qingcheng with strange faces. Is the porridge made in this way still edible?
"Miss Mo, I can help you. I have been in the palace for more than ten years, and I know the prince's taste best."

Everyone in the kitchen was kicked out, but the butler left Mo Qingcheng with a fire starter, but the people in the kitchen are not only good at lighting fires, every thing they make is at the master level.

The other party was obviously afraid that what Mo Qingcheng made would be difficult to swallow.

Mo Qingcheng glanced at the other party, smiled and shook his head.

"I'll be fine."

The cook was rejected, looking at what Mo Qingcheng made, she was a little worried about whether she could eat it, and their lord was already sick like this, if she ate some inedible food, she would definitely get sicker.

But the housekeeper had already ordered that no matter what to do, as long as Mo Qingcheng wanted to do it, they would just cooperate, so they didn't say much.

The rules of the Twelve Princes' Mansion are very strict, and they were selected by thousands of people. It is obviously not an ordinary relationship to be invited by the housekeeper when the prince is sick. In addition, Mo Qingcheng is good-looking, but it is not like them. The prince is quite suitable.

Mo Qingcheng felt that Di Jiuyang was weird today, but he couldn't tell where it was. He always felt that he was gloomy, as if he had lost everything, and there was nothing in this world that attracted his attention.

In the previous life, Di Jiuyang was a warm-blooded soldier, but here, he is intriguing, and now Di Jiuyang has become cold-blooded, irrelevant people will never take a second look.

I still remember that just after time travelling, those unemotional eyes seemed to be a cold machine.

With a helpless sigh, Mo Qingcheng packed the food in the lunch box. She prepared two servings. She didn't eat anything herself, and she was hungry now.

Going in again, Mo Qingcheng keenly noticed the dark atmosphere permeating the room, as if the devil's hands were choking the breath, making people feel heavy unconsciously.

Mo Qingcheng approached Di Jiuyang, touched Di Jiuyang's head again, it was even hotter than before!
(End of this chapter)