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

This scene attracted the attention of many people in the dark.

Nan Jiaojiao never dreamed that one day she would be thrown out of the door in such an embarrassing state.

She is the concubine of King Yong.

How dare these lowly guards treat her like this?

Qiuyue didn't follow Qiao Yuyuan at that time, but being thrown out like this almost scared her to tears.

"Miss, are you okay? These people are really bullying others." She quickly helped up the embarrassed Nan Jiaojiao.

It's more than just bullying.

These people simply ignored her.

Thinking of the treatment she received in Qiao Yuyuan and now being treated like this again, Nan Jiaojiao was going crazy.

However, this also reminded her of what Gu Nanqiao said.

If she could become a princess, would everything be different? !

Then she must become a princess.

Thinking of this, Nan Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes and thought of the Miao saint.

Feeling the gazes of passers-by on the roadside, Nan Jiaojiao knew she could not stay any longer, and she quickly left with Qiuyue with a sullen face.

*

Da da da!

There was a sound of horse hooves running very fast through the streets in the east of the city late at night.

Shortly after.

He suddenly stopped at the door of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

A figure jumped off the horse. It seemed that he was rushing forward. He stumbled a little, but it did not hinder his speed in rushing towards the gate of the Nine Princes' Mansion.

"Father, please slow down."

Another strong man jumped off the horse and said quickly with concern.

"Why are you so slow? Your son and your mother don't know what's wrong now. You still have the heart to tell me to be slow? Are you short-sighted?" Mr. Mo Guofing would never be so anxious in his daily life.

But when it came to his old wife and grandson, he was really panicked.

If he had known this, he would not have listened to the tricks of his second boy and followed him to his training place.

Mo Dongsheng, the second eldest son of the Mo family, is also anxious.

However, looking at his old father who had lost his sense of control, Mo Dongsheng did not dare to say anything in the end, and knocked on the door of the Ninth Prince's Mansion before him.

Two quarters later.

Duke Mo and Second Master Mo followed the guards to Qiao Yuyuan.

They thought they would see a scene of sadness, but when they arrived, what they saw was a peaceful and peaceful scene.

Slightly weird.

They were holding bowls of noodles, sitting or squatting in the courtyard.

The courtyard is filled with lanterns.

Light up the courtyard brightly.

So the first thing Mo Laoguo and Mo Erye saw when they stepped into the courtyard were the two ladies of the Mo family, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Chen, sitting on a stone pier in an imageless manner, slurring their faces. .

And in front of them, there was also a woman sitting.

There was also a maid and a mother-in-law beside her.

The shouting sounds were almost like a competition, each one getting louder than the other.

"Sister-in-law, don't finish the noodles. I'm not full yet. Leave some for me." When Ms. Zhou finished eating the noodles in the bowl and added more to the noodles on the plate, Mrs. Chen said anxiously.

He kept talking while talking.

What a noble lady.

what image.

It doesn't exist at all at this time.

Zhou originally had a large set of chopsticks, but after hearing this, she shook them and left some out.

But he did not forget to say: "Second brother and sister, you have to maintain your slim waist and don't eat so much. I'm already fat, so I'm not afraid of getting fatter."

The noodles are spicy and fragrant.

The more I eat, the more I get addicted.

It feels like this plate is not enough for just one person!

When Mrs. Chen heard this, she hurriedly said: "I spend a lot of time dancing with swords and guns. This little noodle is not enough for me to digest. Instead, it's you, sister-in-law, who is now the head mistress of our Duke's mansion." , the image can’t be too sloppy, the figure must be controlled.”