Prince's baby concubine

Nan Gongxiang still reluctantly left the palace. After all, Fang Hua only said to give him a chance, but did not immediately agree to him.So everyone did their own work.

Because Mo Yizhao let Nan Gongxiang go, Jimo Xun was very angry and made him a bowl of "poisonous porridge".Put all kinds of spices in it, and put quite a lot of salt.Pretending to be doing nothing, he took it back to Mo Yizhao's room.

When Mo Yizhao saw his calm face, he really thought that his anger had calmed down, so he put his arms around him and asked affectionately, "Xun'er, do you think I'm very powerful, help them reconcile."

"Yeah, you are the best." If you want to pretend, pretend it to the end, and don't let him see it: "Let's have porridge first."

"Well, Xun'er is the best." Unknowingly, Mo Yizhao took a big mouthful of porridge like this, then with a contorted expression, he spat out all the porridge with a puff.Jimo Xun stuck out his tongue at him: "You deserve it, hum!"

Mo Yizhao now feels that there is no tongue. Jimo Xun, a little villain, is so good at plotting against people.When he felt better, he grabbed him and pressed him down on the bed: "Xun'er, you've grown up, you dare to play tricks on me!"

"Who, who told you to collude with that bastard Nangongxiang and ignore me!"

"What? I can understand that Xun'er is jealous?"

Jimo Xun didn't speak, pushed him away and turned to cover his head with a quilt, as expected, he was a very cute little guy who acted like a baby.Mo Yizhao tore off the quilt, lightly licked his ears, and looked at his shy body trembling slightly, and his slight panting, it was extremely tempting.

The window opened, peach blossoms were blown into the room one after another, a piece fell on Jimo Xun's bare collarbone, adding a touch of tenderness to the whiteness, Mo Yizhao couldn't put it down.

Jimo Xun's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, pushing away the man on his body and sniffing around.Mo Yizhao felt baffled, what happened to this little guy all of a sudden?

"Zhao." Jimo Xun smelled him again. This action seemed to Mo Yizhao to be a naked seduction, but when he was about to do it, Jimo Xun raised his head: "Did you smell a particularly strong smell?" Peach blossom fragrance? Did you bring peach blossom wine in?"

"No? Why..." Before he finished speaking, a pungent peach blossom fragrance came from nowhere, and it was unusually strong.This richness reminded him of the strong lotus fragrance in the residence of Empress Dowager Xiqi.

Jimo Xun continued to rub against him, trying to find the source of the scent.Mo Yizhao was afraid that his lower body could not bear it, so he grabbed him and said, "Xun'er, the scent is not from me, I think it should be from the outside. Also, how do I feel, this is something only the spirit race can do. of?"

Just after saying this, a figure flashed past the door.Mo Yizhao immediately got up and put on his coat, and that figure flashed past again.He ran out the door at a fast speed, Huan Dan seemed to have seen the figure, and chased after him, the two nodded at each other, and walked carefully to the place where the figure disappeared.

Huan Dan realized something was wrong, and whispered: "My lord, that is the room where Concubine Yan lives, will that person hurt Concubine Yan?"

"Go and have a look first."

But after that, the figure disappeared without a trace. No matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find it. Mo Yizhao asked everyone in the palace to search together, but they still couldn't find it.It was not until dusk that Mo Yizhao gave up.

"Strange, the palace is such a big place, where will it go?" He sat beside the bed, thinking in a low voice.Jimo Xun hugged him from behind, put his head on his shoulder and said, "Did you read it wrong?"

"Impossible, Magic Pill has also seen it."

"What a master that would be, he couldn't even catch the Magic Pill."

"That's right." Mo Yizhao still has a clue, the Spirit Race, peach blossom fragrance, peach blossom wine?He suddenly remembered something, and asked Jimo Xun: "Xun'er, why did you stare at the proprietress when you went to that inn last time?"

Jimo Xun tried his best to remember, and sat on the bed for a long time before he remembered: "By the way, the proprietress has the same mark of the Spirit Race as me!"

"That's right!" Mo Yizhao got up and went out, Jimo Xun hurriedly put on his clothes and followed, it turned out that he just came to Concubine Yan's room.

Concubine Yan was embroidering with candles, when she saw Mo Yizhao and Jimo Xun coming, she invited them in. "What is Zhao'er looking for as a mother?"

"Mufei saw someone running here just now?"

"You mean the assassin, didn't all of you find him?" Concubine Yan continued her needle and thread calmly.Mo Yizhao nodded: "The assassin ran towards my concubine just now, I was just worried that I might hurt you."

"Zhao'er don't need to worry, I haven't seen any assassin."

"That's good." Mo Yizhao said so, but there was still suspicion in his eyes.Is Concubine Yan too calm, she doesn't take the assassin seriously at all.Doubt is doubt, Concubine Yan refuses to say that there is nothing he can do.

"Then don't bother the concubine mother."

Jimo Xun was still in the dark, every time Mo Yizhao did things mysteriously, it was very strange, but he refused to tell him.After leaving the house, he asked him if he wanted to go to the inn, but he picked him up and walked back to the room.

As night fell, Fang Hua had cleaned the fallen flowers in the yard four times, but these naughty petals seemed to be against him, and they couldn't be cleaned no matter how they were cleaned, even if they were clean, new petals would fall soon.A simple child indeed.

Mo Yizhao came out and saw him and said to him, "Don't sweep, the petals will never end."

Fang Hua put down the broom and asked him why with a surprised expression.He replied: "Xun'er is a member of the Spirit Race, as long as he is here, this flower will not wither."

"It turns out that's the case. No wonder, the princess is from the Spirit Race. My aunt is also from the Spirit Race. The peach blossom wine she brews is very delicious."

Mo Yizhao was taken aback: "Your aunt?"

"Well, my aunt is the proprietress of Piaoxiang Tianxia, ​​not my real aunt."

Mo Yizhao became interested. Since Fang Hua knew the proprietress, it would be easy. He sat him down at the stone table and began to ask questions about the proprietress.It turned out that the proprietress was not from here, she had only come here three years ago, and there was a strange man with her, always wearing black, a cloak, and a hat.Because they came here late at night, they stayed at Fang Hua's house for one night.So the woman asked Fang Hua to call her aunt as a thank you, and asked him for help when she needed something.

"But later, every time I went to Piaoxiang Tianxia, ​​I never saw that man. He was very strange, as if he didn't dare to let others see his face." Fang Hua told Mo Yizhao everything he knew.Hearing this, he felt that today's assassin must have something to do with Piaoxiang Tianxia, ​​but what is the purpose of that person?Could it be Jimo Xun?

"Fang Hua, go and rest."

"Yes, my lord."

The moon came out, and Mo Yizhao went back to his room.Jimo Xun was lying on the bed in a strange posture, holding the luminous pearl in his hand in a daze.

"Xun'er." He obviously only called him softly, but he didn't expect that the Ye Mingzhu in his hand slipped and fell down and hit his nose.

"It hurts." Jimo Xun sat up, covering his nose with tears in his eyes.Mo Yizhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he came over to help him take a look, but he didn't expect to bleed, so he quickly found a piece of cloth to wipe it for him.

After stopping the bleeding, Mo Yizhao casually threw the blood-soaked cloth outside the house and planned to deal with it tomorrow.In the middle of the night, a person walked by their door, picked up the cloth and disappeared.