pungent peasant girl

Chapter 335 You Can't Ask For Death
"gentlemen."

Mo Yan said.

"I was asked by my father to contemplate my mistakes behind closed doors. It has been more than ten days. I am now copying scriptures in the house every day. I can't wait any longer. I don't know what the situation is like outside. I won't go out Seeing it with my own eyes is always not reconciled.”

He looked at the people inside, "Sir, I don't know if you can do anything."

The sharp and thin jaw moved, and the voice rustled, "You are the best now, stay still."

"But I can't do it. I was framed by that woman Meng Qianyan. If I haven't dealt with this woman, my heart will never be peaceful."

"Don't get yourself into trouble."

"I can't wait, sir." Mo Yan's tone was eager and full of resentment.

"Then do whatever you want." The person inside said calmly.

"But I don't know what to do."

"Isn't there another woman, the woman from the Luo family?"

"Xu Jiaqiao—" Mo Yan murmured.

"Sir, do you mean to let me start with Xu Jiaqiao?"

The people inside did not speak.

Mo Yan thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, I can't tolerate the existence of this woman for a moment! Father actually likes her too! Her surname is not even Mo!"

Mo Yan withdrew from the dark room and closed the mechanism.

In the house, it was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Qingrong stood at the door, actually paying attention to the movement inside, but after a long time, she didn't hear anything.

She didn't know what Mo Yan did after he went in.

She took two steps forward and leaned on the door panel.

At the same time, the door was pulled open.

Qing Rong almost fell down, but fortunately he held on to the door to stand still.

"My lord, you are out."

"Ah."

"Are you OK?"

She saw something scarlet beating in Mo Yan's eyes.

Mo Yan lowered his voice, "Qingrong, this king wants you to do something."

"What's the matter, the prince ordered it."

"Do you still remember where Xu Jiaqiao lives now?"

"remember."

"Late at night tonight, find a way to bring her to see me."

"My lord, are you going to—"

Mo Yan's face was cold, Qing Rong didn't dare to ask any more, "Yes, I will prepare immediately."

Mo Yan went back to the house.

Qingrong also found a reason to leave the palace.

She rode around the street in a carriage until it was dark and there were fewer pedestrians on the street.

She arrived at the gate of the house.

"Go knock on the door."

The confidant got out of the car and knocked on the door.

An old woman inside came out and opened the door. The old woman saw who was coming and did not stop her.

Qingrong also got out of the carriage and walked in all the way.

Xu Jiaqiao heard the commotion outside, and she was shocked.

She stood up and pushed open the door.

I saw Qingrong walking towards this side.

"I am Qingrong, the side concubine of the Fifteenth Prince's Palace." Qingrong said.

Xu Jiaqiao was taken aback for a moment, and immediately saluted, "I have seen the princess."

"Have you eaten?"

"Huh?" Xu Jiaqiao was surprised.

"If you have eaten, come out with me and come to the Fifteenth Prince's Mansion."

"What are you doing in the Fifteenth Prince's Mansion?" Qingrong was puzzled.

"You'll know when you get there." Qingrong said in a cold, intolerant tone.

Xu Jiaqiao knew who she was. Now, she was not even considered a concubine. She could only be said to be a woman raised by Mo Yan outside.

There is a difference between her and Qing Rong's identities, very different.

She didn't ask any further questions, but put on her clothes and followed Qingrong into the carriage.

The carriage drove around outside again until late at night, and the only sound outside was the sound of the watch.

The carriage stopped slowly.

It is the back door of the Fifteenth Prince's Mansion.

"This is--"

"Go in."

Xu Jiaqiao entered the back door, Qingrong had already walked in front, Xu Jiaqiao followed.

All the way to a door.

Qingrong said outside the door: "My lord, someone is here."

"Let her in."

Mo Yan's voice made Xu Jiaqiao shudder.

Qing Rong has already pushed open the door, "Go in."

Xu Jiaqiao didn't have the guts to refuse, so she went in.

In the huge room, candles were lit, very bright.

Mo Yan leaned against the bed, his skirt half exposed.

"come over."

Xu Jiaqiao walked over slowly, she was a little scared.

The number of times she touched the ink inkstone was not many, but every time she felt terrified.

"Come here."

Xu Jiaqiao came to Mo Yan.

With a hiss, he tore her clothes.

Xu Jiaqiao couldn't help crying in a low voice.

Mo Yan threw her on the bed, "You are my king's man, what are you afraid of?"

Intense collision.

The neck and chest were covered with bluish-purple marks.

Finally, Xu Jiaqiao got up and put on clothes one by one.

Mo Yan got up and sat on a chair drinking tea.

"My lord."

"Did you spend well in this king's mansion recently?"

"It's okay." Xu Jiaqiao said.

"Raise soldiers for thousands of miles, use them for a while, Xu Jiaqiao, the time has come for this king to use you."

"What? What does the prince want the servants to do?"

"Deal with Meng Qianyan." Mo Yan smiled.

Meng Qianyan.

The name echoed in her ears, arousing her full of hatred.

"This king is going to kill her." Mo Yan said.

"Murder?" Xu Jiaqiao quickly realized, "My family doesn't kill people."

"Hehe, I didn't tell you to kill someone, you just need to find her."

Xu Jiaqiao frowned, "Looking for her, but I haven't seen her for more than a year."

"Then what about Luo Ziqing? Didn't this king ask you to approach him a few days ago? Did you follow suit?"

Xu Jiaqiao nodded, "Yes, I have gone to Yizhi Academy. At the beginning, Luo Ziqing was unwilling to approach my family, but my family kept pretending to be pitiful, so slowly, he accepted it."

"How are you two doing now?"

"We, he should have some sympathy for me, and he will give me money."

Mo Yan smiled lowly, "Look, maybe it's because you're still in love with him."

"No, the slave family is the prince's woman."

"Hehe, I don't care, even if you climb into Luo Ziqing's bed again, it doesn't matter. As long as you complete the task that this king entrusted to you, it will be fine."

Mo Yan's words made Xu Jiaqiao feel as uncomfortable as being insulted, and her heart was a little bit sad.

In Mo Yan's heart, she is nothing but a plaything, a tool.

Not even as good as Luo Ziqing.

There is still some affection for her.

She suddenly regretted it.

But this remorse is only for a moment.

Mo Yan held up her chin, "You must do what this king wants you to do."

"Yes, the servants will do it."

"If you can't do it, this king will ruin your reputation. You can't ask for death. You know who you are, and you also know whose name is engraved on your back!"

After Mo Yan finished speaking, she ruthlessly threw her away, "Leave the palace while it's still early in the morning. This king will give you three days for this matter."

Xu Jiaqiao got up from the ground and hurriedly opened the door.

Not far from the door, Qingrong stood with the moon behind his back.

"Princess, it's time for the slave family to go back."

"Okay, come with me."

(End of this chapter)