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Chapter 61 Chapter 061: The Little Prince

"Shuiyun, isn't it good for you to target Xue'er so deliberately?"

On the way, Qin Mo walked up to Song Shuiyun's side, and whispered to her with a helpless expression.

"Why, do you feel distressed?" Song Shuiyun gave Qin Mo a blank look, and said coquettishly.

"Hey, you are all my women, and I feel sorry for anyone who is wronged." Qin Mo scratched his head and smiled shamelessly.

"Hmph." Song Shuiyun's face turned cold, he snorted softly, and quickened his pace a little.

"Do you feel that my senior brother and this empress seem to have an unusual relationship?"

Behind, Lu Linxuan watched Qin Mo and Qin Mo's intimate movements, feeling a little weird in his heart, and couldn't help whispering in Zhang Zifan's ear.

"Isn't it normal like us?" Zhang Zifan teased, staring straight at Lu Linxuan.

"I hate it." Lu Linxuan muttered under his breath as his cheeks were flushed by Zhang Zifan's gaze. He patted him on the shoulder and trotted after Qin Mo.

"Hehe." Looking at the girl's pretty back, Zhang Zifan showed a warm smile on his face.

"Lin Xuan, if possible, I wish I could stay with you forever." Zhang Zifan murmured softly, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and a look of incomparable determination flashed in his eyes.

Soon, Qin Mo and his party came to a magnificent banquet hall. There was a large round table in the middle of the banquet hall, covered with an assortment of delicacies. With a light sniff, a refreshing fragrance of dishes wafted down the nostrils. Getting into the cerebellum makes people feel comfortable all over.

"It smells so good." Lu Linxuan was obviously a foodie, when he saw that table of delicacies, his eyes lit up instantly, and he almost burst into tears.

"Master Li, let's have dinner."

"Alright, let's eat, let's eat."

After speaking, the four of them sat on several sides of the round table. Qin Mo sat in the main seat, Song Shuiyun sat in his right seat, Lu Linxuan sat in the second seat on his left, and Zhang Zifan sat next to Lu Linxuan.

Song Shuiyun glanced at the empty space on Qin Mo's left, knowing who reserved that space, and felt a little jealous in his heart.

Qin Mo also saw Song Shuiyun's displeasure, smiled bitterly at her, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Soon, a row of maids came up with various delicacies, including Ji Ruxue.

After putting down the dishes, Ji Ruxue followed the group of maids and was about to leave with her head bowed. Qin Mo was just about to call out to stop her, but Song Shuiyun beside him was one step ahead of him.

"Xue'er, you can stay and eat together."

Ji Ruxue was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Song Shuiyun, her face a bit embarrassed: "Your Highness, is it not good for me to stay?"

"You are Mr. Li's friend, so there is nothing wrong with staying here." Song Shuiyun pointed to the empty seat beside Qin Mo, "Just sit there."

"Thank you Empress." Ji Ruxue pursed her lips into a smile, lowered her head, walked to Qin Mo and sat down.

Qin Mo glanced at Song Shuiyun gratefully. Song Shuiyun snorted softly when he saw this, but the smile on the corner of his mouth showed that she was not in a bad mood.

Although everyone who should be there was there, the meal was extremely embarrassing. Ji Ruxue and Song Shuiyun were embarrassed to serve Qin Mo, and Qin Mo was also embarrassed to serve the second daughter. Only Lu Linxuan and Zhang Zifan had no scruples , You and I fed back and forth, so that the three of them ate a full stomach of dog food.

"I heard that Mr. Li is proficient in poetry and songs, and I happen to have a preference in this area. I wonder if Mr. Li is willing to recite poems and rhymes with my concubine, and talk about poems and songs?" Song Shuiyun suddenly suggested after the meal.

Qin Mo was startled at first, thinking when did he become proficient in poetry, but when he saw Song Shuiyun's winking eyes with spring, he knew it all at once.

"Okay, okay, I am the best at reciting poems, and I am the one who is called the little prince of reciting poems."

"Brother, when will you be able to recite poems again? Why don't I know?" Lu Linxuan, who was eating a lot of oil, was taken aback at that moment, and raised his head to look at Qin Mo curiously.

"There are so many things you don't know." Qin Mo gave her a blank look, "Hey, you eat less, eating so much food at night is easy to gain weight."

"Hey, it's none of your business if you get fat." Lu Linxuan snorted coquettishly, and continued to gnaw his big elbow with his head down.

"Xue'er, you will order someone to clean up this place later. I will bring Mr. Li to my room as a guest." The empress stood up and said in a dignified tone.

"Yes, Empress." Ji Ruxue nodded.

"I'll be back soon." Qin Mo smiled at Ji Ruxue, then turned around and followed the empress.

Walking up a deserted alley in a banquet hall, Qin Mo's hands began to be dishonest, hugging Song Shuiyun's waist for a while, and pulling her hand for a while. At first Song Shuiyun was a little reserved and always slapped his hands away, but Later, when she saw that the people around her were so dark that no one would notice, she felt relieved and acquiesced in Qin Mo's small gesture.

It's just that Song Shuiyun may not have realized how excited she was when Qin Mo made those little moves to her.

Soon, the two came to Song Shuiyun's bedroom, and as soon as they entered the room, a faint fragrance that was not different from Song Shuiyun's body fragrance rushed over.

"It's really fragrant, just as fragrant as you." Qin Mo smirked, and stretched out his hand to hug Song Shuiyun into his arms.

"No seriousness." Song Shuiyun snorted, broke free from his embrace, and lightly lit the oil lamp in the room.

"By the way, have you heard that Zhu Yougui is dead?" After lighting the lamp, Song Shuiyun slowly turned to look in the direction where Qin Mo was standing just now, but suddenly found that his figure had disappeared in place.

"Eh? Where's the person?" Just when Song Shuiyun was puzzled, she suddenly heard the sound of beating the table beside her.

Looking back, at some point, Qin Mo had already run to her bed, his clothes and trousers were taken off and thrown aside, he got under the bed, looked at her obscenely from sideways, and at the same time He even patted the bed board under him.

In the next shot, Qin Mo and Song Shuiyun are kneeling on both sides of a desk, Song Shuiyun is sipping tea, while Qin Mo is holding his swollen face like a pig's head and gasping for air.

"Aren't you just kidding? As for being so aggressive, I almost knocked out my teeth." Qin Mo said aggrievedly.

"Hmph, who told you not to behave rightly all day long, this time will make you remember forever." Song Shuiyun raised her brows and said firmly, no matter how wronged Qin Mo's expression was this time, she will not soften her heart.

A man, don't let him get too far, otherwise he won't know how to cherish it. This is the experience summed up by the general public for thousands of years.

"Let me ask you, have you heard the news of Zhu Yougui's death?" Song Shuiyun stopped joking with Qin Mo, and talked about serious matters.

"Well, I killed it." Qin Mo nodded, took a sip from his teacup, and suddenly felt toothache, and gasped desperately.

"You killed it? You're not kidding me?" Song Shuiyun frowned when he heard that, and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

"Why am I lying to you? Is there any candy?" Qin Mo said casually, pursing his lips.

"You killed Zhu Wen too?"

"I killed it."

"My God, how on earth did you do that!"

Qin Mo's character Song Shuiyun is very clear, although he sometimes likes to joke, but it's just some innocuous things, he absolutely can't tell lies about such a big matter.

"What's so difficult about it, as long as I'm stronger than him, can't I kill him?" Qin Mo said with a sneer.

As he said that, Qin Mo's eyes began to flicker back and forth on Song Shuiyun again: "You have to be more polite to me, otherwise one day I will be pissed off and I will be a bully, and you will have no chance to call for help. "

"Hmph, if that's the case, I'll kill myself. Who will suffer more when I see it?" Song Shuiyun replied forcefully.

"Hiss~~ Then I can only take advantage of the heat." Qin Mo said pretending to be serious.

"Hate~~" Song Shuiyun cursed with a smile.

"But speaking of it, do you know who is in charge of the Xuanming Sect now?" Suddenly, Song Shuiyun's smile disappeared, and an unprecedented solemnity appeared on his face.

"Meng Po? Judge of water and fire?" Qin Mo guessed.

Song Shuiyun shook his head lightly, and then said a name that made Qin Mo extremely excited.

"Ghost King, Zhu Youwen!"

(End of this chapter)