Mrs. Mo said he would not agree

"When did you provoke His Highness?" Zhang Qianzhao's eyes were full of surprise.

Mo Jingchun sat on the chair next to him, with his back straight and very serious, "It's just a little thing." From the direction Zhang Qianzhao looked at, he could even feel the thin sweat on his forehead.

This was a bit strange to Mo Jingchun, who was strict with himself, but Zhang Qianzhao felt it made sense when it came to the sight of them before they left.

Zhang Qianzhao: "There is nothing trivial in the East Palace, you can weigh it yourself."

Mo Jingchun thanked Zhang Qianzhao for his suggestion.

The Imperial Academy also had a lot of things to discuss, and when the discussion was almost complete and the old Imperial Academy had dispersed, Mo Jingchun slowly got up from his seat.

He walked very slowly.

It is one-third slower than the previous moderate pace.

After Mo Jingchun returned, beads of sweat rolled down and hit his sleeves.This is not the time of the twelfth lunar month, but it is still the season of the cold spring, the little official said worriedly: "Bachelor, are you feeling unwell?"

Mo Jingchun was still sweating, but he rejected his proposal in a calm voice.

After sitting down again, he let out a long breath.

"When will this punishment expire?"

Mo Jingchun didn't even care about his tone, he asked a question in his heart.

In fact, he noticed this immediately when the ghost made a sound. If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of the East Palace and distracting Mo Jingchun's attention, Mo Jingchun would have questioned him immediately after enduring the strange soreness.

[to the critical point]

This is a term that Mo Jingchun doesn't quite understand, "What do you mean?"

【You will know when the time comes】

Mo Jingchun: "..." He once again felt resentment and dissatisfaction, but he managed to suppress it.

He keenly sensed from the guidance of the spirit monsters in these missions that the most important task object for the spirit monsters is Prince Gong Yeqi.And these many punishments are actually to contain Mo Jingchun's actions.

Any accident can destroy him.

This forced Mo Jingchun to take it seriously.

When Mo Jingchun discovered this, it wasn't too difficult. The ghost just adopted a more drastic method, but in fact, calculation was a mean and rigorous method.

At the very least, the so-called rabbit tail this time is better than the previous milk production.

It's just... did he really grow a tail?

Mo Jingchun resisted the idea of ​​touching, and buried himself in his work.

When he thinks about it again when he has time, it was the moment when the servants of the Mo Mansion prepared hot water for him as usual and he sank into it unconsciously. Almost cried out.

...that was really a bunch of rabbit tails.

Wet and pathetic shivering on his tailbone.

After Mo Jingchun had to urgently take a shower and change clothes, he spent more time wiping the fluff off.Compared with the soreness and softness when the lump first appeared in the daytime, the rabbit tail is no longer so sensitive after getting used to it, but its reaction when touched is obviously more irritating than other places.

But the most exciting thing was the moment when Mo Jingchun saw his own tail growing.

Fluffy, tender white, a small ball, a living thing.

For a while, the countless country gossip and idle books that he had read in his youth to alleviate the fatigue of reading flashed through his mind, goblins, monsters, repaying favors, scholars... Soon, Mo Jingchun suppressed the sense of absurdity that surged up in his heart. , shaking his head with a wry smile.

If he was discovered like this now, he might be beaten to death with a stick.

A... Rabbit demon?

His face became more and more strange.

It's best not to have such surprises.

...

When Mo Jingchun huddled in the carriage and headed towards the Donghua paddock, he had only one servant by his side.Liu Chun, who was traveling with him, was from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but he was motion sick, and he had to be helped by his servants to vomit outside for a few moments when the convoy stopped.

"Are you unwell?" Mohen, who was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, whispered, "Do you need me to ask for some hot water for you?"

In fact, the servants of Mo's mansion had the same opinion about Mo Jingchun, he always felt that his husband looked a little restless and pale.

Mo Jingchun changed positions without a trace, shook his head, "No, you can come in for a rest."

Mohen smiled honestly, "I see that they are all outside, so I don't want them anymore."

"Come in."

Mo Jingchun gave the order directly.

Only then did Mohen move his body carefully, and knelt down by the door.

Except for the crown prince, the princes sent to Donghua paddock were all on the list from the eldest prince to the seventh prince, and even some veteran officials accompanied them.This time Emperor Yongning's battle was huge, and it seemed that he would live in Donghua paddock for several days. The things prepared at home were not too many, but they were very comprehensive. It seemed that the female relatives were more careful about these things than they were.

"Lang Jun, those soldiers outside look much more solemn than those patrolling the streets." Mo Hen muttered softly.

Mo Jingchun: "These are for the protection of the royal family, and they are definitely different from the city defense." He glanced out the window, no matter how interesting the same scenery is, it will be boring after a long time.

"Be careful what you say and do when you're out there."

Mohen's face turned serious, and then nodded.

Liu Chun was helped back again, with a livid face, he didn't even notice that a servant came in. In fact, if the servants hadn't held his shoulder tightly, Liu Chun might have slid down and stuck to the carriage.

Mo Jingchun: "Deputy Imperial Envoy, I have prepared some commonly used items for motion sickness at home, which can relieve one or two, why don't you give it a try?"

If Liu Chun hadn't been in too much pain, Mo Jingchun wouldn't have taken the initiative to speak up.

When Liu Chun accepted it, he didn't have much hope that it would be useful. After all, motion sickness was his old problem, but he didn't expect that after a quarter of an hour, his complexion turned slightly better, at least he had the strength to sit up by himself.

"Thank you, Taifu," Liu Chun wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, "I almost thought I was going to die in the car."

Mo Jingchun, who was sitting by the window reading a book, said calmly: "It's something that my family uses frequently, and I don't need it. I'll get all the ink marks later, and the deputy chief envoy will use it first."

Liu Chun did not shirk, and said a few words of thanks.

After he raised his strength and energy, the silence in the carriage finally ceased, "...When the motorcade stopped just now, it seemed that the eldest prince got out of the carriage and was talking to several princes."

Mo Jingchun tightened his fingers on the scroll, "His Royal Highness is here?"

Liu Chun smiled, his chubby body was squeezed under the thick clothes, showing some traces, "How can it be? His Royal Highness is in His Majesty's driving."

Emperor Yongning's love for the prince is reflected in all aspects.

...

The prince was leaning against Emperor Yongning in an inappropriate posture to meet his glaring gaze. Even though he had just lost to the emperor at the chessboard, obviously he did not get much forgiveness.

"Father, if you stare at me again, I'm afraid I'm going to wonder if there's something on my face." Gongyeqi said calmly.

Emperor Yongning: "Don't mess around." He sighed and pressed the center of his brows, then coughed a few times.

Gongye Qi showed an angry and somewhat helpless expression, he moved himself to the side of Emperor Yongning, and his tone sank, "Spring hunting is a way for you to relax, don't make it more tiring than being in the palace. "

Emperor Yongning said lightly: "I was angry with you."

It was just joking, and Gongyeqi changed the subject in the blink of an eye.

"Your empress mother is very angry," Emperor Yongning smiled and shook his head, "Don't be angry with her when you go back."

Gong Yeqi picked up the chess pieces to play, "I have not interfered with the affairs of the Zhang family."

Emperor Yongning: "Did you really do nothing?" When the man raised his eyebrows, Gong Yeqi knew that he was watching.

Don't interfere, but there are many things that can be done.

Gong Yeqi: "It's just a small warning."

Emperor Yongning said calmly: "The Zhang family is the most useful force for you, and you don't have to show mercy when necessary."

Gong Yeqi raised his eyebrows, and said after deliberation: "Brother won't be happy."

"Perhaps the opposite?"

The court officials, civil and military ministers, including the princes and princesses never imagined that Emperor Yongning was so sincere to the East Palace that when they talked about these important matters, they didn't have the slightest vigilance that royal fathers and sons should have. Instead, they were like ordinary people. Talk about leisure time.

Gong Yeqi casually threw the chess piece to the side, and said angrily, "Father, although my behavior is a bit too much sometimes, you don't have to worry about me killing them all the time."

"You won't kill them, but your excessive curiosity may kill Mo Jingchun." Emperor Yongning casually mentioned another person, "Is that interesting?"

Gong Yeqi's eyes were gloomy, and a strange and stubborn emotion flashed by, and he could hardly see clearly.

"Interesting." As if chewing on something, "...can't be stopped."

Emperor Yongning pinched his nose as if in tolerance, and said to himself: "It seems that I dug a hole for myself."

Gong Yeqi, who was a little weird just now, regained his composure and composure, "Who said it wasn't? It's no fault of me, it's the father who aroused my interest."

After the close father and son casually talked about some things that could shake Chao Gang, the crown prince stepped out of the imperial chariot and asked someone to bring his horse.

Dong Gong had other things on his mind, which made his handsome face extraordinarily solemn, but when the reins were handed over to him, he lowered his head and stroked the mane of the steed, and suddenly murmured.

"...if he rides..."

The voice was so soft that even Liu Hao, who was by his side, could hardly hear it clearly. Soon Gong Yeqi got on his horse and galloped like a bow and arrow.

In addition to him, two more horses soon shot out of the line.

That is the fourth and fifth princes.

They followed the prince's footsteps and galloped.

Mo Jingchun saw their galloping figures from the carriage window.

After all, Yujia's position is in the middle, not in front or behind, it is the safest corner.

As if sensing his thoughts, the tail of the white ball that had always been peaceful flicked.

This is another deadly question.

This tail seems to be a real tail, it can move.

Obviously, Mo Jingchun can't control when it moves and when it doesn't.

Mo Jingchun watched the figures of several princes disappear at the end of the line with a blank face, and moved his position without a trace.

Find a suitable place for the weak, pitiful, and sensitive Bai Tuanzi.

In order to be able to hide this lump, Mo Jingchun really took great pains.

First of all, the underwear needs to reserve a hole for it to move, at least not to squeeze it, otherwise it will be torture when walking.

It's hard to walk three steps and stop two steps.

On the other hand, it is really active.

Occasionally, Mo Jingchun couldn't figure out why it moved.

Is the tail of an animal so unique?

Even if Mo Jingchun deliberately focused on controlling the movement of the tail, he could only pay attention to it when he was cautious. Once he was distracted to pay attention to other things, it would be difficult to continue to pay attention to what the tail was doing.

Then it can only be covered with a thick cloak.

When he arrived at the Donghua paddock, Mo Jingchun was perhaps the most tightly dressed among them all. When Liu Chun got out of the carriage, he was startled and said with a smile, "You are so afraid of the cold? How about going to the tent later?" Mrs. Tang, I'll give you mine, but I don't need these."

Liu Chun's slightly chubby figure is indeed not very afraid of the cold.

Mo Jingchun didn't try to explain this misunderstanding either, in fact, this misunderstanding was just right.When he was walking around wearing a cloak, the camp had already been set up by the soldiers, and tents were spread out one after another, and there was a different feeling immediately.

It's not that there are no suitable buildings in the Donghua paddock. When the emperor ordered to come, the upper and lower sides have been cleaned and painted brightly.It's just that Emperor Yongning seemed to like the primitive feeling very much, and ordered to camp directly in the Donghua paddock, saving another process.

There were two people in the carriage, and when they got to the tent, at least Mo Jingchun had the possibility to live alone.

His Majesty didn't make much fuss on the first night of coming here. After a long journey, everyone rested.Mo Jingchun didn't let Mohen go to watch the night, and asked him to prepare a bed for himself to lie down and rest.

It was him, tossing and turning on the bed, and it took him a while to feel sleepy.

It's just that he didn't pay attention, he turned over and lay down, and suddenly woke up with the tail hair pressed down.He subconsciously rubbed his back and grabbed the restless tail.

The soft and fluffy dumpling flicked in his hand, and the warm touch made it hard to imagine that it was a tail that appeared out of thin air.

But this tail is very delicate.

Don't press down when you sleep, the clothes should be breathable, and you like to move around!

Mo Jingchun rubbed it resentfully, turned over and carefully let his tail spread out, the feeling of rubbing against the bed was very itchy.This ball of tail must not be discovered by Donggong.

Tomorrow's hunting needs to be cautious, more cautious.

otherwise……

While half asleep and half awake, a thought passed by, before Mo Jingchun had time to think deeper.

He fell asleep.

The flat balls of hair hidden in the quilt fluttered, but did not move.