The princess was reborn with her cub, and the ninth uncle was killed by the cub in anger.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is here."

After Mo Ziqian was named Queen Yong, he asked himself to be a military commander in Beijing.

Although he only held a junior general position and did not have much real power, he still joined the imperial court and the Beijing army.

However, his path to becoming a civil servant was completely different from his previous life.

When the servant came to announce Nan Jiaojiao's arrival, the tired Mo Ziqian was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "No, send her back."

In the court today, he could clearly feel that the courtiers looked at him in a wrong way, which was really embarrassing.

He planned to give her the cold shoulder for a few days.

However, before the boy could go out, a pretty figure in a pink dress appeared.

"My lord."

Nan Jiaojiao's long skirt was slightly see-through, with a hint of temptation.

Mo Ziqian frowned.

Ever since what happened at Lingshi Temple last year, he has been disgusted with women who dress too 'loosely'.

But just as he was about to speak, a special strangeness brushed the tip of his nose.

The fragrance seemed to soothe his tiredness, gradually giving him a sense of energy and comfort, and his irritable mood seemed to improve.

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly became pleased with her look.

I even find her a bit alluring...

"How did you come?"

"I am here to deliver chicken soup to the prince. I made this chicken soup myself..."

"boom!"

The sound of a bowl breaking.

"Ah... Your Majesty, how can you still drink the chicken soup if you have already smashed it..."

Nan Jiaojiao let out an anxious exclamation, but her charming eyes, which were specially and delicately painted, shone with shyness, youthfulness and panic that the man could not refuse.

Mo Ziqian's heart was burning and he was excited.

"I want to eat you even more now..."

When the boy saw that something was wrong, he immediately turned around and closed the door and went out.

Not for a while.

There was a heart-stopping sound in the house.

Liu Qingwan, who was coming in with chicken soup, had just walked to the door when she heard the sounds of fighting in the room, sometimes shy screams and sometimes low roars. She was completely stunned, and the chicken soup she was holding in her hand snapped. It fell to the ground...

……

Qiao Yuyuan.

After Gu Nanqiao finished treating the wounds of the old man on the bed, he sent Cui Ya out.

Then she sat on the stool beside the bed, stretched out her hand and tapped the edge of the bed lightly, "I know you're awake, stop pretending."

The old man on the bed made no movement.

Gu Nanqiao was not in a hurry either.

I saw her taking the meal box that had been prepared prematurely from the side, and after opening the lid on it, a refreshing sweet fragrance spread out.

"These are all pastries from Xinghonglou. They all taste great, especially the hawthorn cake. It's sour and sweet and very appetizing..."

"Guru~"

A stomach growled.

Perhaps the old man with his eyes closed on the bed stopped pretending when he saw his flaws.

But the moment he opened his eyes and saw Gu Nanqiao, his pupils seemed to be stagnant for a moment, but then they disappeared without a trace.

"Girl doll, how did you know I was faking it?"

"I'm a healer."

"You are a capable girl, but when you rescued me from that white-faced man, you probably wanted to ask me about kidnapping your old servant, right?"

flour?

You mean the dog man wearing a white mask?

"That's it."

"Then you may be disappointed, because I didn't steal your old slave. I just dug a channel for others, and then I carried the corpse at the mouth of the sewer leading to West Street and threw it into the mass grave. Who knew that the person tied up like a rice dumpling would be your old servant, and he is not dead yet, I was almost scared to death at the time."