"Are you very happy just now?" Mo Liancheng asked slowly. When he asked this question, his gaze was fixed on Qu Tan'er's eyes, as if he wanted to see clearly her true inner thoughts through her eyes.
She was so happy to see her fourteenth brother coming? Was she so uncomfortable painting with him?
He felt inexplicably unhappy, and an emotion that was unfamiliar even to him suddenly surged into his heart.
Sour, astringent, a bit uncomfortable...
Qu Tan'er's mouth twitched.
She was really... hard to answer Mo Liancheng's clueless and incomprehensible question. But in other words, she was really happy when she saw the Fourteenth Prince come in just now because she thought of a way to get out of the house.
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"My lord, I am honored to be able to grind ink for you, Tan'er is naturally very happy." Qu Tan'er showed her docile and well-behaved appearance, and smiled at Mo Liancheng. In one sentence, she didn't blush or breath, she was calm.
It seems like this is really happening. However, I feel like vomiting secretly, and goosebumps are inevitable.
Everyone doesn't like to hear flattery, is Mo Liancheng an exception?
Mo Liancheng slowly lowered his eyes, "Oh, do you really think so?"
"Tan'er, yes."
"Well..." He was silent for a moment.
She didn't like him, he knew that from the beginning.
Or, he should hate himself for being too clear, so...
Mo Liancheng slowly leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes as if tired. His exquisite and perfect facial features were as calm as water, making it impossible to see a single thought in his heart. For a long while, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing his usual calm expression.
Fengqing smiled slightly, opened her eyes, moved the damaged painting aside, took out a new drawing line, sketched it carefully, and started painting again...
"Keep grinding the ink." Mo Liancheng said calmly, but his eyes always fell on the painting.
Qu Tan'er also looked calm and continued the ink-burning action that she had just stopped.
Mo Jingxuan was on the side, enjoying the tea and snacks brought by Jing Xin.
"Is something wrong?" Mo Liancheng raised his eyes, glanced at Mo Jingxuan, and spoke calmly.
"There is no such thing as a big thing, only a small thing."
"oh."
"Brother Wang has made some moves." Mo Jingxuan just glanced at Qu Tan'er, and without hesitation, he finished his words.
"Um."
"Bago, what are you going to do?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know, but the Second Prince Brother is not idle either. It seems that they are also anxious." Mo Jingxuan shrugged, with a slightly helpless look.
Qu Tan'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, slightly helpless, and continued to rub the ink. She always felt that when they said these words, they seemed to bring them up in front of her on purpose. That feeling made people very uncomfortable.
At this time, Mo Liancheng replied calmly: "Let them go, the prince's position is not easy to sit in."
"What about the myna?"
"Tell me?" Mo Liancheng asked, but the person who asked this question was not Mo Jingxuan, but Qu Tan'er who stood silently beside him.
"Eighth sister-in-law, who do you think will take the crown prince position in the end?" Mo Jingxuan also focused all his attention on Qu Tan'er, as if he also wanted to hear her opinion.
"I don't know." Qu Tan'er twitched the corner of her mouth and replied lightly.
She is dizzy, ask her this question, then who is she asking this question?
Do you really think she is a god? Or are they simply testing her reaction?
Thinking more deeply, it is true that Mo Liancheng... is unlikely to believe her.