Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce

"Do n’t Brother Dao know that long ago? I always mean the meaning of Myna. Since Myna said so, it ’s not good for me to say anything more. If I said that, would my Dawang Brother be relaxed? Mind? "Mo Jingxuan Junrong doesn't care, it's more casual.

"Haha, the eighth and fourteenth brothers know the heart of the king best." Mo Yihua laughed heartily.

"Brother, there are still people waiting for you over there, can't you come over and see? Save them to say you treat them slowly, that's not good, anyway, we are brothers too, any time you want to meet." Pointing at the ministers not far away, he motioned for him to pass.

"Well, that King will not be with you any more." Mo Yihuai glanced at Mo Liancheng, glanced over Qu Tan'er, turned directly, and walked toward the crowd.

When Mo Jingxuan saw Mo Yihuai leaving, he immediately asked Mo Liancheng, "My brother, would you really promise to help him to the throne?"

"My King just said one thing, destiny is returned."

"Mynah? What do you mean?" Mo Jingxuan still didn't understand.

"You'll understand." Mo Liancheng smiled slightly, and when the eyes swept over another person who came to his side, the arc of the corner of his mouth was more indifferent.

"Hachiman, do you understand?"

"I don't know." Qu Tan'er just smiled and didn't say much, but he guessed a little more or less about the mystery played by the city.

She was sure that Mo Liancheng would never let Mo Yihuai take the throne.

Destiny?

What is the destiny of return, some people can even destiny, what else can not resist?

Raising my eyes, I wanted to look at Morian City, but before looking at Morian City, I saw another man coming here, no need to guess, the person who came was a certain prince ... Just blame this The men from the royal family with the surname Mo all look great, all with a little godlike appearance.

"The eighth brother, the fourteenth brother, don't come here." The second prince Mo Jiyan came over and glanced over Morian City, but the last thing he saw was Qu Tan'er.

"Brother Two."

Mo Liancheng shouted at the same time as Mo Jingxuan.

"Why, it ’s only a few days and I ’m rusty with the king?" Mo Jiyan raised a brow with a smile, his body involuntarily exuding a cold breath, making it difficult to approach.

"The second king is more concerned." Mo Liancheng was still whispered. When others asked, he answered, and he didn't bother to speak, even if he did, he wouldn't say too much.

"Bawangdi, you should go into the palace more to walk around, don't stay in the house all the time, either to paint or to play the piano. If you make those useless, do something practical." Yan likes and agrees with the mediocre approach of the city, but there is a hint of temptation in the tone, and a little less concern.

"My King has always been like this. Except for painting and fiddle, I can't think of any pastime."

"Brother Eight, this is your fault. Father Wang said that he wanted to abdicate. We must think about our brothers' ability to sit up. Maybe the eight brothers have good luck. He really became a prince. Finally, ascended the throne, and the eighth brother has always been the favor of the emperor's grandmother. The father and the king also value you very much. No one can say such things. "

"Brother Two joked and laughed. Everyone has his own life and should not be forced, I will never force it."