The God of Quick Transmigration is spoiled by me

Chapter 352 Your Majesty, Your Mask Has Been Lost 4
"grown ups."

The man called out respectfully.

Mo Qing nodded, motioning for him to be excused, and then asked with a normal expression: "The prince, what's going on recently?"

The guard shook his head: "There is no movement for the time being, but there are reprimands from the hall every day, and it is estimated that His Royal Highness is very angry."

The guard paused for a moment, then hesitated and said, "My lord, do you really think His Highness the Crown Prince will take action against the Fifth Prince?"

Mo Qing glanced at him, then looked away again, her thin lips slightly raised, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "When did I think so?"

He was obviously smiling, but there was a bit of coldness in his eyes.

Usually, this gentle boy's appearance is always so unwarranted that people almost forget the boy's methods.

He is like a lone wolf hiding in the dark.

The guard froze, his expression unnatural for a moment, but he quickly covered it up.

"...I made a mistake in my memory."

The two masters and servants, one in front and the other in the back, were relatively silent and walked for a long time in silence, only the rustling of footsteps remained.

It wasn't until he reached Ziyuan Palace that Mo Qing suddenly remembered something, stood at the door, and stopped.

"My... What did the imperial concubine do this morning?"

"The imperial concubine has been wandering around Ziyuan Palace this morning. She has visited almost all the places she can enter..." The guard said, thinking about it carefully, and added: "However, she didn't go to the study."

Ziyuan Palace is the palace where the fourth prince Mo Qing lives, and the name is also very elegant, in line with the consistent image of the fourth prince.The imperial concubine is naturally also here, so it's understandable for her to go out for a stroll.but…

"Didn't go to the study?" Mo Qing's ending sound slightly raised, which seemed quite unexpected.

"Yes, after the imperial concubine heard that it was the direction of the study, she didn't go there." The guard replied.

Did not go…

Do you feel like you can't get in at all?

Mo Qing thought for a while, lowered her eyes, a doubt flashed, and rubbed her fingers behind her back a few times.

He put away his thoughts and stepped into Ziyuan Palace.The guard stepped back tactfully.

There was no one in the main hall, and his concubine, who was both talented and beautiful, did not come out to greet him as usual.

In fact, Mo Qing already knew that she didn't want to marry, but, who made her father be Lord Shangshu?The emperor hand-picked the gift of marriage, and Lord Shang Shu naturally would not disobey.

As for him, it didn't matter if he accepted the marriage.In the end, it's all about what you need...

Mo Qing walked towards the bedroom, but stopped halfway through the courtyard.

There was a big pink peach blossom tree in the courtyard, and there was an extra rocking chair under the tree than usual. The girl on the rocking chair lay quietly on it, covered her face with a book, and seemed to be asleep.

A gust of wind blew, and the peach blossoms on the tree dropped a lot of petals, floating and floating, pink and tender as if it was raining peach blossoms.

Covering your face with a book is obviously not an elegant gesture, but the girl did it beautifully like a painting.

Mo Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, turned around by accident, and walked into the courtyard...

She felt footsteps getting closer and stopped beside her.

coming.

Yin Ran'er opened her eyes, her eyes were clear, and she didn't feel sleepy.As soon as she opened her eyes, she met a pair of dazzling black eyes that seemed to be able to see past and present lives...

Mo Qing.

The boy was dressed in white and had black hair, his sleeves fluttering slightly in the wind.The bridge of the nose is straight and the lips are bright red.There was a dazzling gentle smile on the corners of his lips, and his light smile looked like a feather falling down.

This look is... unusually seductive.

There seemed to be a very special feeling. Yin Ran'er stared at his beautiful black eyes, and she was almost certain that this was her little fairy.

Very good, no need to kill your husband.

(End of this chapter)