In front of the writing desk, there are two people sitting on the same chair. The man is elegant and calm, painting with his bare hands, while the stunning beauty sitting quietly aside is concentrating on him, with a gentle smile and picturesque features.
What a picture of handsome men and beautiful women loving each other.
Mo Yihuai's eyes turned cold, but the cold aura disappeared in an instant.
"Brother Wang is here." Mo Liancheng raised his head slightly and looked at the person standing at the door with a faint smile. He glanced at Yu Hao who followed closely and gave him a signal.
"Tan'er has met the great prince." Qu Tan'er's movements were not slow. After Mo Liancheng finished speaking, he spoke. However, unlike in the past, he stood up and saluted, and always sat there quietly. Just because... Mo Liancheng
This guy had moved all his body weight onto her, leaving her no chance to move.
Should she be happy that he trusts her so much, or should she be sad that he drags her into the water?
"No need to be polite. I came to visit unexpectedly. I didn't expect that the relationship between you two is so good. It's really enviable." Mo Yihuai chuckled, walked slowly into the room, and sat down in the study.
On the guest seat at the bottom right, his eyes would always glance towards Qu Tan'er intentionally or unintentionally.
"It's the prince who treats Tan'er well and is married to the Eighth Prince. It's Tan'er's blessing that makes the prince laugh." Qu Tan'er smiled shyly, her eyebrows slightly lowered, in the standard posture of a gentle little woman.
It's just...she's vomiting, these words are really not what a human said.
"Brother Eighth Prince is really lucky." Mo Yihuai said with displeasure.
"Haha, I feel the same way. However, does the king come to me today for something important?" Mo Liancheng smiled heartily and went directly to the topic. The wound on his shoulder was slightly cracked, but he didn't even frown.
You can't even wrinkle it.
"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot. There was an assassin in my palace last night. When the guards chased them out, they said they saw the assassin entering the eighth prince's palace. They didn't dare to disturb the eighth prince's brother late at night, but they always
While waiting outside the mansion, no assassin was seen coming out. Therefore, I came here to ask the Eighth Prince Brother if there was anything strange in the mansion last night?" Mo Yi looked at Mo Liancheng with a hint of intent, perhaps for inspection.
Note Mo Liancheng's reaction.
"What? There is such a thing?" Mo Liancheng looked at him in shock. He was completely out of tune with what he said. Halfway through his words, he suddenly turned his eyes to Qu Tan'er and asked, "Did the princess watch last night?"
Did you see any assassins? Or heard anything?"
"There are no assassins, but..."
"But what?" Mo Yihuai narrowed his eyes and stared at Qu Tan'er closely.
"Oh, but what?" Mo Liancheng looked at her with interest, also waiting for her answer.
"However, Tan'er only sees you, the prince. Otherwise, how could Tan'er be here at this time, and how could the prince be painting." Qu Tan'er smiled softly and spoke in a leisurely and casual manner.
Mo Yihuai glanced at her, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"When it comes to assassins, Tan'er really hasn't heard people mention it. I wonder if the great prince made a mistake. Everything in the house was fine last night. If you don't believe it, you can ask the eighth prince." Qu Tan'er
Saying softly, he immediately raised his head and looked at Mo Liancheng with tenderness.
Mo Liancheng was also staring at her tenderly.
Their eyes met softly, seemingly overflowing with passion...