The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

Wearing a mask made of leaves, the man who wrapped himself up tightly was prowling in front of the palace gate furtively.Every time he passed the gate, he stretched his head to watch the movement at the gate, and seeing no one appeared, he walked around in disappointment.

The guards standing at the gate have long been accustomed to this kind of scene, and they classify Mo Lingping and those who want to curry favor with the palace, or those who have difficulty asking the palace for help, into one category.

In such a huge capital, no one knows that the only prince in the southern kingdom is vacant, so there are many people who want to take advantage of it, but they don't expect that the foolish king is not a fool, and the rumored foolish king is shrewd.

Mo Ling clapped his palms with the backs of his hands, and stood restlessly: "The butler goes out once a night, why didn't he show up today? Another day? You won't be reciting like this!!"

He didn't dare to rush into the palace with his ghostly appearance. If he was regarded as a dangerous person, he would not be able to explain it clearly at that time. He would not do such a thing as a spy in front of his own house and make people laugh.

When Mo Ling No. 30 walked through the palace for the last time, the closed red door finally opened a gap as he wished, and a black boot slowly stepped out, and the butler's body slowly appeared outside the door.

Mo Ling clapped his hands excitedly: "Here we come!"

He straightened the leaves covering his face, walked quickly to the front of the butler, and stopped him.

The guards following the steward had drawn their swords and surrounded him when Mo Ling made a move. Mo Ling was not in a panic: "If you have something to say, put the sword away. Butler, I haven't seen you in ten days, so you're fine."

Mo Ling's voice is easy to distinguish. After he finished speaking, the butler asked the guards to put away their knives. The butler bowed, half sure and half doubtful in his words: "Princess?"

Mo Ling stretched out his hand and held out his scissors hands, seeing the butler's hesitant expression after sizing him up. Before the butler could speak, he took a step ahead and put his index finger on his lips: "I'll talk a thousand words when I go back home."

"Yes!"

It seems that the things that need to be done can't be done by themselves. The butler whispered a few words in the ear of the guards. Mo Ling usually doesn't interfere with the affairs of the palace, so he won't interfere with what the butler does. For example, he stands aside now Just wait quietly.

After the butler explained the task, he smiled apologetically at Mo Ling: "The old slave asked the guards to do some trivial things, so that the princess will wait for a while, and I hope the princess will forgive me."

Mo Ling waved his hand indifferently, what he cared about most was to enter the palace, then take a shower, change into clean clothes, and drink a pot of good tea.

"By the way." When entering the door, Mo Ling suddenly remembered Xi Mojiu who had been left behind: "My lord, he..."

"The old slave also wanted to ask the princess, didn't the prince go out with the princess? Why did the princess come back alone? She was dressed... in such a local style."

Suffered!In that case, Xi Mojiu did not return to the palace!Then he, is he dead or alive?As soon as this thought appeared, Mo Ling slapped his forehead vigorously, and he thought about it several times. He looked back and asked: "The prince didn't return to the mansion? Didn't he return after praying for the mountain?"

The butler was puzzled, didn't the prince and the princess stay together all the time?He also wondered why only the princess could not see the prince, but Mo Ling asked him instead.

Could it be that the prince is in danger?Or did the princess secretly kill the silly prince by relying on this mountain prayer activity?The butler's forehead was hot, and he was taken aback by what he imagined.

"Princess?" He asked tentatively, "You lost the prince?"

Mo Ling was very irritable and worried.He stopped and didn't know how to take the next step. Should he go back to the house and lie down?Or wait for Xi Mojiu at the door?His mind went blank, and the buzzing in his ears disturbed him.

Xi Mojiu changed her clothes in the alley in front of the Nine Princes' Mansion. The white clothes and shoes were still the same as when she fled.He took off his hair crown and threw it into the grass, and grabbed a few handfuls of loose hair. Not satisfied with this, he stretched out his hand and slid two bars on the muddy place, and then smeared it on his white face.

Young Master Pianpian immediately became a pitiful beggar, Xi Mojiu adjusted her mentality and miserable expression, and walked towards the palace wiping her tears.

"Uncle Butler!"

The housekeeper who was still entangled with Mo Ling trembled excitedly when he heard the "Uncle Housekeeper", and before he could turn his head, Xi Mojiu had already rushed to him to complain.

"Uncle housekeeper, Jiu'er is so scared, Jiu'er wants a wife! Wants Lingling!" He seemed to be a victim who fell into the deep sea, and when he was dying, he saw a wooden plank floating on the sea, and he couldn't wait to grab the last straw .

The butler couldn't see Xi Mojiu crying the most, and his heart ached so much, he coaxed Xi Mojiu earnestly: "My lord, don't cry, the princess is right in front of you. But how angry is the princess not waiting for you to go back to the palace first? The lord has grown up." , you can’t be willful anymore, and apologize to the princess.”

Mo Ling, who was ignored the whole time, bit his lower lip, unable to explain why, the nervous worry just disappeared, and he put his hand on Xi Mojiu's head: "Ling Ling is here. The game is over, Jiu'er won."

Feeling the familiar touch on his head, Xi Mojiu resolutely abandoned the housekeeper and gave Mo Ling a bear hug. He was taller than Mo Ling, crying and crying, rubbing his head between Mo Ling's neck and shoulders, rubbing his nose and eyes Mo Ling's neck was covered.

After Xi Mojiu held Mo Ling's hand and ate two bowls of rice, Xi Mojiu's mood finally stabilized. He squeezed Mo Ling's soft hand and smiled foolishly to himself.

Every time Mo Ling wanted to pull his hand out, he would quickly change his face, the corners of his lips drooped, and there were crystal clear teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Mo Ling replaced the leaf mask with the fox mask he bought last time when he went out with Xi Mojiu, covering the scars, only showing pink lips.

"Lingling is so strange, he suddenly likes to wear a mask." Xi Mojiu tried to take off his mask, but was slapped away by Mo Ling.

He turned his face away: "Well, just don't touch Jiu'er, or I will be angry."

Xi Mojiu said arrogantly: "Lingling won't be angry. The housekeeper said that Lingling is the one who likes Jiuer the most!"

Mo Ling pinched his nose: "Wrong, wrong, not only will I get angry, but I will also spank your ass when I get angry! You really pissed me off, I think I'll sleep in my study for a month."

When mentioning the cold study room and the hard plank bed, Xi Mojiu shook his head. After Mo Ling said this, he remembered that Qi Shan had angered Mo Ling once before, and his pillow and quilt were still in the study room.

The daughter-in-law must not find out about this, Xi Mojiu withdrew the calculation in her eyes, took out a warm object from her bosom, and Xian Bao shoved it into Mo Ling's hand embarrassingly.

Mo Ling took a closer look, and found that it was a fruit whose skin was more than half broken, and it looked familiar.

Oh, Mo Ling suddenly realized that it was the clone who sneaked up on the former Xi Mojiu and gave him the fruit he didn't want.

"It seems that I can't eat it..." Xi Mojiu expressed deep disappointment between his brows.

Mo Ling put the fruit on the table, and said with a smile, "Do you want to plant a fruit tree, Jiu'er? Let's plant it in the soil, and we will be able to harvest a fruit tree next year!"