The God of Quick Transmigration is spoiled by me

Chapter 361 Your Majesty, Your Mask Has Been Lost 13
Hearing the sound, Mo Qing opened his eyes and glanced at him, then retracted his gaze, and said, "It's not like that."

Mo Zehua was obviously agitated: "Fourth brother also thinks that the powder is not from the Central Plains? If we send people to search the whole capital, we will be able to locate the flower picker soon!"

Then cross-examine one by one, this case should be solved soon...

Seeing his appearance, Mo Qing shook his head slightly.

How can it be so simple?If this case is really that simple, it won't be impossible to solve it for several months, and the emperor will send them here.

but…

Forget it, let's not dampen this kid's enthusiasm.

Mo Qing didn't speak any more, and leaned lightly on the back of the seat behind him, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Mo Zehua suddenly felt bored, and it was meaningless to stay here.After a while, he simply got out of the carriage.When walking, accidentally stepped on something.

He lowered his head and glanced, and there was a black footprint printed on the white blanket piled randomly on the ground, which ruined the beauty very much.

When did the fourth brother become so weak?A horse-drawn carriage needs a blanket...

Mo Zehua walked around the blanket while thinking, bent over and went out.

The carriage fell into silence again, as if there was no one in it.

In front of Ziyuan Palace.

The low-key and luxurious carriage stopped right in front of the door.

"My lord, we're here." The guard acting as the coachman reminded.

No one should.

The guard was puzzled, and was about to call again: "My lord..."

Suddenly a person appeared and stopped him.The guard looked back defensively, but saw the girl's beautiful face, and was amazed by her appearance!

However, due to etiquette, the guard quickly lowered his head, hesitated for a while, and finally stood aside.

A pair of white, slender hands with well-defined knuckles gently raised the door curtain.Yin Ran'er lifted the curtain and glanced into the carriage...

The young man in white sat upright in the center, leaning against the back of the carriage seat, as if he had fallen asleep, giving people a sense of tranquility.

Yin Ran'er bent down and went in, controlled the strength in her hands so as not to wake him up, and gently hugged him up.

She looked down at him with a calm expression.Although there is no expression, it can make people feel a unique focus.

At least he was a special existence to her.

When the guard stood outside, he saw Yin Ran'er carrying Mo Qing out of the carriage.The guard's expression was obviously stunned, and he didn't recover for a long time.

The emperor... the imperial concubine is so powerful!
No, is the relationship between his prince and concubine so good?A few days ago, the fourth prince asked him to investigate the imperial concubine...

When the guards came to their senses, was there anyone else in front of them?Yin Ran'er had already carried Mo Qing into the gate of Ziyuan Palace and returned to the house.

Maybe it's because she didn't sleep well for two days, or maybe Yin Ran'er did something wrong.In short, until she put Mo Qing on the bed, Mo Qing showed no sign of being woken up.

Yin Ran'er turned around to go out, and glanced at the young man on the bed, his body was a little thin.After walking a few steps, she stepped back and pulled the quilt over him as if resigned to her fate.

Well, I really owe him...

However, there must be some interest in this.

Yin Ran'er stared at Mo Qing's handsome face for a while, and at some point, her eyes gradually darkened.

Leprechauns look good every time.

She looked at him faintly, propped her hands on the edge of the bed, gradually bent down, and kissed him lightly under the corner of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)