"I am not joking, Xia Qingcheng, our Prince Chen's Mansion happens to be short of someone to clean the latrines, how about you do it?"
As Mao'er's voice fell, Jun Mo Jue spoke leisurely, and the words he said were paired with the cold and stern expression of ridicule, which immediately made all the cells in Mao'er's body burn. This damn Jun Mo Jue looked pure,
In fact, he is also a venomous and sinister master!
"Huh...thatched room? I thought that the prince, who is like an immortal, never goes to the toilet?"
Mao'er smiled gracefully and replied lightly.
Jun Mo Jue was hit by such a blow, his eyes flashed slightly, and for the first time he felt that he had met an opponent. Then he thought of the woman in black last night, her attack speed as fast and powerful as a leopard, and her elusive golden wire control.
Zhen frowned, feeling more and more similar in temperament between the two...
"Wouldn't you know if you personally verify whether this king uses the toilet or not?"
Cat "...!"
Jun Moli and Queen Mother Xiao were simply shocked by their sarcastic remarks, their mouths twitched and they were speechless for a while.
Mao'er was also stimulated by Jun Mo Jue's serious banter. Why do you say that? This guy used a pure and evil look to talk about the most "vulgar" topics, but his dark silver eyes were full of
Conquest and teasing are really irritating to a person.
However, Jun Mojue seemed to admire Mao'er's deflated expression. Mao'er could only feel that there was a hint of pride in his sharp eyes.
"Prince Chen, what do you want?"
Mao'er raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to play? That's great... She is willing to accompany you..."
"Xia Qingcheng, how about we make a bet?"
Jun Mo Jue opened his mouth and was immediately greeted by Mao'er's raised eyebrows. "Bet?" Why, Jun Mo Jue wanted to play some tricks and imitate her in playing betting games. However, Mao'er did not take it lightly. He knew Jun Mo Jue deeply.
of cunning and cruelty.
"What to bet on?"
The cat spoke.
"I see that you seem to have some skills as a three-legged cat, so I will give you a chance to compete with me. If you beat me, I will have my own way to terminate the engagement. But if you lose...
!”
"So what if we lose?"
Mao'er narrowed her eyes and asked. Jun Mojue's words were worthy of her belief. Even if Mao'er herself was opposed to this finger-marriage, if Empress Dowager Xiao had used strong methods, then Mao'er's insistence on going her own way would have ended here.
Who is she afraid of, but her family, that father who regards the country as his heaven, what if he forces her to cry, make trouble, and hang himself? This father regards the imperial edict as his life...
"If you lose, go to my Prince Chen's Mansion to clean the latrine for three months!"
