As he spoke, Fourteen came forward and put his arm on Mo Yihuai's shoulder warmly, "Come on, should we go to Baihua Building, or... Yihong Courtyard? Alas, I haven't been there for a while.
Oh, I wonder if Xiao Chunhong still remembers me... By the way, I remember that there is also a Yihong Courtyard in the Eighth Prince's Mansion."
"Fourth brother, you are becoming more and more eloquent."
Mo Yihuai avoided Shi Shi's familiarity.
"Well... it depends on you. When I'm with you, I think of going to the brothel. When I meet Bago, I can only talk about piano and painting. There's nothing I can do." Mo Jingxuan is not an ordinary person who can harm others.
Absolutely.
You've suffered a loss and you still can't find the words to retort.
What does it mean to look at people? Could it be that a dignified prince can only be regarded as a visitor to a brothel?
"Brother Wang, what do you want to say?" Mo Liancheng looked at the palace gate, his posture seemed like he was returning home.
"Don't you never like going to court? Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Mo Yihuai asked.
The appearance of Mo Liancheng made his sense of crisis even greater, making it more difficult than dealing with Mo Jiyan all the time.
No, although he is the prince, his chances of ascending the throne have been greatly reduced. In the past, their brothers were fighting because Mo Liancheng did not intervene and had "no intention" of the throne. Now, what is the purpose of coming back at such a critical moment? It almost made him
Everyone was caught off guard.
When these people realized something was wrong, Mo Liancheng was already at an absolutely high position.
It's not like they say they can pull it off just because they want to.
He had only been in court for less than a month, and most of the courtiers were obviously leaning toward Mo Liancheng, and even his father couldn't help but be happy.
Mo Liancheng only glanced at Brother Wang lightly, smiled and shook his head, but did not answer.
Just as he was about to move forward, Mo Yihuai stopped him, "Brother Eighth Prince, please give me a word."
"I suddenly want to experience what the scenery looks like when I stand at the highest point and look down."
"..." After hearing this, Mo Yihuai's face turned extremely dark.
Just this sentence, no need to say it directly, it is clear enough.
Mo Liancheng walked lightly and walked around Mo Yihuai calmly.
After taking a few steps, a person hurriedly came towards me, it was Yu Hao.
"What happened?" Before Yu Hao said anything, Mo Liancheng frowned and asked.
Yu Hao said anxiously: "The government sent someone to inform her that the princess has abdominal pain and is probably about to give birth."
"What?" Mo Liancheng's expression changed.
No longer caring about his manners, he just ran out.
The light kung fu performed by the master and servant was like a gust of wind floating away.
A certain fourteenth man stood there, stunned for a long time, blinked, and no one was in front of him.
"Eighth sister-in-law is finally giving birth..." She muttered absentmindedly, a little sighing, a little happy, and complicated.
Eight Princes' Mansion, Snow Garden.
It was boiling. The maids were carrying things and coming in and out with an astonishing frequency.
And on the roof of Qu Tan'er's bedroom.
No one noticed that there was a man lying lazily on his side playing with a bird.
"Feng'er, it's almost time for us to go back."
"Zhizhi, zhizhizhi..." he shouted excitedly.
"Wait until she gives birth."
"Zhizhizhi..." These sounds were a bit worrying.
"The spiritual energy... should be able to hold up for a while." The man looked up at the sky with a bit of resentment, as if he hated this world, "What a bad place, even the spiritual energy is so thin."