Mrs. Mo said he would not agree

Tonight can be among the most embarrassing moments in Mo Jingchun's past years.

His hands were on the quilt, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to pull it up to cover his head and face, or to lift it up completely, exposing the pile of broken things he had hidden under the quilt.

No, no, Mo Jingchun's flexible memory suddenly reminded him.

Earlier, Mo Jingchun took away a purse, a pendant, two handkerchiefs, and a brush that he often used from Zhengshi Emperor's side.Counting these carefully, Mo Jingchun suddenly felt an unforgivable sense of guilt.

Unknowingly, he secretly took away so many things!

Emperor Zhengshi ignored Mo Jingchun's stiff fingers, and looked at Mo Jingchun's current appearance with interest.

Mo Jingchun hid under the quilt, with a pair of black eyes full of shame, he was holding on to the quilt tightly and refused to let His Majesty lift it, but just now Emperor Zhengshi had already arrived and witnessed Mo Jingchun tossing and grinding in the quilt , how could he be willing to let him avoid the past like this.He jumped onto the bed nimbly, like a vigorous tiger or leopard.

Mo Jingchun blocked His Majesty's charge, but the emperor made it clear that it was on purpose.

His strength slackened after getting on the bed, and he fell limply on Mo Jingchun's body.The heavy body made Mo Jingchun let out a low cry, and immediately Gong Yeqi's hand touched down, and came across a soft...undershirt?

Emperor Zhengshi pulled out his clothes with a strange expression.

Take a closer look, why is this silky cloth so familiar?

He looked down at the familiar clothes, then looked slowly at Mo Jingchun.

Mo Jingchun was so tormented by his own shame that he didn't want to open his eyes again, wishing there was a hole in the bed for him to slip through.Seeing that His Majesty had discovered the things on the bed, he slowly squirmed and stuffed himself under the quilt, and the whole thing was flattened out, showing a breath of despair.

Emperor Zhengshi was very interested in Mo Jingchun in this state, but he was even more concerned about the things Mo Jingchun insisted on hiding. Since they were all uncovered, of course he had to look thoroughly.

His Majesty was full of interest and insisted on pulling out the other half of the quilt that Mo Jingchun was under.

Oh open!

Emperor Zhengshi's eyes were astonishingly bright. Clothes, purses, handkerchiefs, accessories, and even a small writing brush, all of these belonged to him. Even though the emperor never cared about these casual things, they were used At a glance, you can still tell who it is.

Emperor Zhengshi poked Mo Jingchun's shoulder.

Mo Jingchun pretended to be dead.

Emperor Zhengshi poked Mo Jingchun's waist again.

Mo Jingchun moved because of the itching.

Mo Jingchun said sullenly: "I don't want to talk."

Emperor Zhengshi sat cross-legged behind Mo Jingchun, but he was on the side of the bed, pulling Mo Jingchun who was arched into a ball, insisting on him showing his face, only to hear him say with a smile: "Master, Master, Master, master, master..." He had a trick of obsessing over him, forcibly digging out Mo Jingchun's flushed face.

But Mo Jingchun hadn't left that shameful emotion, he covered his eyes with his palms, and refused to open them alive or dead.

His face, his eyes, the roots of his ears, and his neck were all pink and pink. The shame on his face made Mo Jingchun hardly dare to look at His Majesty, his fingers arched slightly, as if he was in spasm.

Emperor Zhengshi directly hugged Mo Jingchun with the quilt, and then embraced together, smiling and laying on Mo Jingchun's body curled into a strip, insisting on looking into Mo Jingchun's eyes, and even laying on his ear on purpose While talking, "Master, if you don't look at the widow anymore, if the widow becomes reckless later, can you blame the widow?"

The implied metaphor forced Mo Jingchun to relax his strength, this subtle reaction was immediately noticed by Emperor Zhengshi, and he snapped off his hand, revealing a face as beautiful as peaches and plums.Mo Jingchun shamelessly gave up all resistance, and said with a wandering spirit: "Your Majesty, minister..."

A finger pressed against Mo Jingchun's lips.

Emperor Zhengshi smiled and said: "Don't tell me, let me guess. These inner clothes should have fallen from the past, and those handkerchiefs and purses beside them can be explained in the same way. But this writing brush..." The brush was twirling back and forth between Emperor Zhengshi's fingers, "Isn't it the widow who forgot it here?"

The emperor held the brush upright in front of the two of them, and looked at it carefully for a moment, with a somewhat disappointed expression on his face.

Mo Jingchun: "..." What is there to be disappointed about?

Disappointed he didn't do something with it?

Sure enough, Emperor Zhengshi's mouth was sultry, and he was complaining: "It's a pity that the widow thinks that the master is so ashamed to show his face, and he is hiding in the bottom to do something that can't be understood by outsiders. He is thinking about such a great thing. , how can we not share it with the widow... and this is the end result?" He casually threw the brush at the end of the bed, and pressed it on Mo Jingchun's body.

"You just hid some small things. This hobby is so cute. What's there to be ashamed of?"

Emperor Zhengshi was heartbroken, and his performance was extremely exaggerated.

Mo Jingchun said dryly, "It's not a private possession."

The emperor looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Mo Jingchun repeated dryly again, "It's not a private possession, it's..."

He endured it.

"steal."

Emperor Zhengshi raised his eyebrows and said strangely: "Steal? What did Master steal? Did you steal the widow's heart? That's true."

Mo Jingchun sat up helplessly, brushing his frizzy hair, feeling that most of his shameful face was almost defeated by His Majesty's intentionally disruptive words, leaving only a little bit of conscience still restless.

Mo Jingchun: "Some of these things were left behind by His Majesty in the mansion before, and were sought by the minister; some... were recently met in the palace, and the minister..." He passed the last few words vaguely, and he could hardly hear them clearly. say something.

Emperor Zhengshi made a gesture of torture, and approached Mo Jingchun aggressively, "So? Master still didn't say, why did you do this."

Mo Jingchun said goodbye, the heat in his ears hadn't subsided yet.

After a long while, Mo Jingchun stammered and said: "What is it... punishment, I always have a strange feeling recently, and I always want to collect things from your majesty." He hesitated for a long time, but still didn't dare to say about the estrous period. Questions, although the vague words and sentences are not complete, they have consumed all the shame in Mo Jingchun's body.

Emperor Zhengshi's eyes were astonishingly bright.

That's very, very sharp.

Emperor Zhengshi: "Master, do you want to collect things about the widow?"

Mo Jingchun had already given up on himself, nodded and said, "It's best to have something close to your body."

Emperor Zhengshi touched his chin, and said with great interest: "In that case, why don't you come directly to the widow to ask for it? Is it possible that the widow will not give what the master wants?"

Mo Jingchun glanced at Emperor Zhengshi in disbelief, and then again.

The emperor felt that the meaning of Mo Jingchun's eyes was probably that he despised how could there be such a thick-skinned person in this world?But Emperor Zhengshi felt that people are born to plunder, possess, and be strong in order to get what they want. It is not stupid to use any means for what they fancy, and even this This is what the world should have.

But this kind of thing doesn't make sense with the Master.

What Mo Jingchun believes in is another kind of truth. He is gentle, sincere, and a gentleman, and his actions are all in line with morality.

Therefore, in Mo Jingchun's view, his actions have already violated His Majesty.

Otherwise, Master would never be so ashamed to meet people.

But it is really rare to see such a blushing Mo Jingchun.

In the early years, the relationship between Mo Jingchun and Emperor Zhengshi was not as harmonious as it is now, and it was always mixed with various violent and tough methods. Mo Jingchun seemed to give in, but in fact he was extremely tenacious.But this world is like this, good people are always easy to suffer, but as a bad person, Emperor Zhengshi can always make progress, forcing Mo Jingchun to show his shameful and painful side... It is only after a long time in the past that there will be thing.

Now Emperor Zhengshi and Mo Jingchun are deeply in love, and most of the things can be called consensual.

His Majesty wanted to see Mo Jingchun who was flushed with shame like this, but it would not be so easy.His eyes became extremely deep and terrifying, staring at Mo Jingchun's eyebrows and eyes, it was like a poisonous snake with its upper body raised, sticking out its tongue unconsciously, as if trying to judge where to bite and inject venom.

Mo Jingchun was uncomfortable being stared at by Emperor Zhengshi, and wanted to turn his back, but was fixed by the movement of Emperor Zhengshi, only to hear the emperor murmur: "The widow is already here, Can't you speak freely about what Master wants?" His voice was soft, as if all the ambiguity had been exhausted.

Mo Jingchun was dull for a moment, wiped his face, sighed and said: "I just... want to collect the things that are contaminated with your breath."

If Emperor Zhengshi had heard Jingguai's explanation, he would know that Mo Jingchun's answer was actually quite evasive.

But this does not bypass the most core things.

At least Emperor Zhengshi knew very well that what Mo Jingchun wanted was "his" thing, and it was best that the closer it was, the more satisfying it would be for him.

How can this not make Emperor Zhengshi happy?

His Majesty's eyes lit up, "Wouldn't Changle Palace be able to meet Master's needs?"

Mo Jingchun gritted his teeth, and suddenly broke free from the quilt that wrapped him, then stretched out two arms to hug His Majesty's head, dragged him down, then turned over and pressed on his body, and pressed his neck and said : "You can play tricks."

Emperor Zhengshi hugged Mo Jingchun and laughed loudly, "Isn't it right? That's where the widows live forever."

Outside the door and window, Mo Hen, who had heard strange movements in the house, stopped in his tracks and quietly stayed outside the door. At least he could recognize who it was by the voice.

In the house, Mo Jingchun was fighting wits with His Majesty, the two were entangled in one place, and it was unclear whether they were fighting or "fighting", perhaps it was because of the so-called Alpha's estrus period, which made Mo Jingchun inexplicable There is a kind of high-spirited struggle.This made him dislike being controlled by others, and even less like being under the pressure, even...he still wanted to be on top, riding on His Majesty.

squeak-

It was as if a boat was rocking.

Like surging waves, they are beating against the shore.

This tossing made it difficult for Mo Jingchun to get up in the early morning of the second day.

Feeling the strange sourness, he said to himself: "How many times is this, why is it still not finished?"

Since it is the estrus period, isn't it possible to end after finishing what should be done?

From the beginning of this punishment to the present, no matter how you calculate it, it has been nearly a month. No matter how miraculous or the Arabian Nights world, it is impossible for a person to be in heat for a whole month, right?

Since the punishment has not ended, it means that there are other conditions in it, which Mo Jingchun has not fulfilled yet.

What is it?

Mo Jingchun gritted his teeth, looking at the clothes scattered on his bed.

That was obviously not Mo Jingchun's stature.

When Emperor Zhengshi left, he didn't take away the clothes from last night's mischief, and he didn't know when he left, and where did he get the clothes?

Could it be that the dark guard brought it when he was in trouble?

Mo Jingchun had several conjectures in his heart, but he didn't reveal them, he just put on his clothes slowly, and decided to sweep away all the little rags when he came back!

Mo Jingchun straightened his back and left the Mo residence slowly.

In the Moxiang Courtyard, Zhang Li was going to enter the house, but was stopped by Mohen, and said inadvertently: "Didn't you say that, Mr. Lang? Recently, no one else will go unless he gives orders."

Only then did Zhang Li think of it, and hurriedly apologized.

Mohen rubbed his eyes and yawned. When Wei Yi came to replace him, he was standing on the porch looking at the flowers and plants growing in the yard.Originally, this was just an ordinary morning, but when Wei Yi first arrived, someone suddenly came to the concierge.Mohen had already stayed up all night, so he went with Wei Yi before he felt sleepy.

The concierge said that someone sent something with Mr. Lang's seal, so they didn't reject it, but the thing was a bit heavy, so I hope they will check it and send it in after confirming that it is correct.

Mo Hen and Wei Yi felt strange, counted several of Lang Jun's friends, and didn't know who they were for a while.

When he arrived at the private room, Mohen's slightly squinted eyes widened suddenly, looking at the box on the ground in thought, "It looks...it seems to be..." He looked at Wei Yi hesitantly.

Wei Yi nodded silently.

This is indeed a creation in the palace.

And this big box is here...

The two looked at each other, and both agreed tacitly that they couldn't open it.

I don't know what's in it. If His Majesty puts something in it that they can't see on a whim, do you want to poke your eyes after reading it?

This is really a hassle.

Mo Hen and Wei Yi carried the box back, but it was just a matter of convenience, and they didn't let the porter help.After putting the things in the house, when the two came out quietly, Mohen wiped his forehead and said to Wei Yi: "Look at the house, Mr. Lang has been a little irritable recently. Maybe it's the rumors outside that have affected Lang. Jun's emotions, I'm afraid..." He lowered his voice and said a few words.

No matter how well Mo Jingchun concealed it, for the people who waited beside him, this subtle change was still very easy to recognize.

It's just that they all thought that it was the recent incidents in court that made the gentleman unhappy, and that's why they had this strange change of mood.No matter how sharp and clear they are, it is impossible to know the real situation of Mo Jingchun.

Wei Yi glanced at Mohen, and said lazily: "Okay, don't worry about it, Mr. Lang is such a steady person, do you still need you to speak? You should go back to rest earlier, so as not to get up in the afternoon , I won't wait for you."

Mohen waved his hands and hurriedly went to catch up on sleep.

Wei Yi has nothing to do today, he and one of Mohen were supposed to follow the gentleman to serve, but recently Mohen promoted a few servants to run errands, and one or two of them are more stable and have already begun to try to follow the car , and followed Mo Jingchun up and down, as for the two of them, Mohen was still in charge of outside affairs, while Wei Yi was in charge of the palace and some private affairs.

However, it is impossible for people to be busy every day. In today's rare free time, Wei Yi pondered for a moment, then strolled to the small courtyard next door.

The location of this small courtyard is a bit remote. If you are not a frequent visitor, you may not know that the place is no longer as deserted as it used to be.

Wei Yi walked in along a slightly gloomy path, at the end of the bushes on both sides, he knocked on the door of this small courtyard.When he entered, the small courtyard was quiet, and it seemed that there was no one there.But the dust on the ground was swept clean, so there was no trace of mess.

Wei Yi didn't bother to find anyone, so he stood in the yard and shouted, "Dark Eleven, Dark Eleven!"

The person lying on the beam in the house opened his eyes, and the person on the beam next door threw a chestnut, which he caught casually, "Here, I'm looking for you." A cold voice rang out, and it was hard to tell whether it was a chestnut or not. Which one starts with the word "dark".

In fact, sometimes, even they themselves may not be able to immediately tell who is who.

After all, they themselves are the best at concealing individuals.

But the strange thing is that Mo Jingchun never admits his mistakes.

He just asked them to meet each other one by one at the very beginning, and since then, he has remembered the characteristics of these people and has never forgotten them.

An Shiyi didn't have the turn to protect him today, he turned over and rolled off the crossbeam, stood still on the ground neatly, and opened the door with a few steps.

The sunlight outside looked a bit dazzling, he raised his hand to block it, and saw Wei Yi walking over with a strange expression on his pretty face.Although Dark Eleven remained expressionless, he obviously took a step back and stepped back into the threshold.

Wei Yi: "Don't look like a dead person, okay? I have something urgent to do."

An Shili thought silently, every time Wei Yi came over with such an expression, it would not be a good thing.

Wei Yi clasped his arms and said, "Aren't you okay? I want to ask you to do me a favor. Go and find out what's going on in the recent rumors in the capital."

An Shi looked at Wei Yi dully, "You have the right to transfer An Bu's file."

Wei Yi nodded sharply, "Yes, the information from Anbu must be faster than our own, but if Yuan Heming is the only leader in Anbu, then it's okay for me to do so. But apart from Yuan Heming, Anbu is not There is only one master, and my transfer cannot be hidden from other people's eyes."

An Shiyi looked at Wei Yi and said indifferently, "You want to hide it from His Majesty?"

Otherwise, why did you mention Yuan Heming alone?

Yuan Heming is Mo Jingchun's friend, for Mo Jingchun's sake, sometimes he would even resist orders.

His Majesty turned a blind eye to him more or less.

It can be said that I love the house and the black.

Otherwise, he would have been killed long ago.

Wei Yi scratched his face, shook his head and said, "That's not what it means...but who knows? Is what we see must be true? Maybe His Majesty also wanted others to know it on purpose?"

Dark Eleven is silent.

Wei Yi's statement is not wrong.

If His Majesty becomes ruthless, he can even calculate himself. In his eyes, there is nothing that cannot be used as a bargaining chip. Except for the things he likes, in the hands of His Majesty, this world should be nothing more than a piece of cake. An interesting chess game, if he can't satisfy him, then he can open the chessboard anytime, anywhere.

He doesn't care at all.

After returning from An Shiyi's place, Wei Yi dawdled around doing nothing until the afternoon, and when Mo Hen woke up, the two of them changed their appearances and went out together.

At night, they came back with Mo Jingchun's carriage.

Mo Jingchun was wearing a purple official robe, and his strides were enough to show that he was still slightly angry.When it was time to leave, the last important task sent by the officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs happened to have an intolerable mistake, Mo Jingchun rarely turned cold, and made people tremble with fear.

The suddenly shocking aura made people tremble and dare not be presumptuous any more.

Mo Jingchun's aura did not dissipate as he left, but became more and more depressed. He tugged at the front of his clothes angrily, then frowned and said to the people behind him: "Don't follow all of you." He broke into the house and took off his outer clothes irritably, feeling uncomfortable everywhere.

His skin was itchy, and his neck seemed to have a tingly burn.

It was as if a hole had been dug in the heart, and the inexplicable hunger and thirst could not be satisfied. When Mo Jingchun ate at noon, he had already eaten more than usual, but he still couldn't satisfy the hunger and thirst. of myself.

Although Mo Jingchun had his eyes on the box in the house, he still stood in front of the window and took a deep breath, calming down his somewhat exposed emotions, and reluctantly contained all of them in his body before he went to see what the box was.

There are still traces of the creations in this palace.

Mo Jingchun took a serious look and knew that it was something sent by His Majesty.

But why didn't Mohen and the others tell him?

Mo Jingchun rested his forehead and thought for a while before realizing that maybe his emotions were too intense just now, and they didn't dare to interrupt.He smiled bitterly, shook his head and thought for a while, he still had to solve this trouble as soon as possible, he felt that his emotions were gradually out of control and became more aggressive.

Now it's just that I can't tolerate the approach of others, and I'm too sensitive to other people's emotions.

Especially any aggressive emotion will stimulate Mo Jingchun, he has never thought that he can be so intense, it must be when he was young and frivolous that he would have such a moment of instability.

While Mo Jingchun was thinking, he rolled up his sleeves and opened the box.

result……

Mo Jingchun stood there blankly, and tilted his head strangely.

The nose moved.

It is undeniable that the familiar aura rushed towards his face, instantly making Mo Jingchun's eyes turn red unconsciously. This heavy box is filled with His Majesty's clothes, and some personal accessories, such as...

Mo Jingchun silently looked at the little fur ball in the center.

This object is placed so clearly and in the center, Mo Jingchun couldn't believe that His Majesty's handwriting wasn't there.

He didn't even know if His Majesty sent over all the clothes he often wore in his closet... Mo Jingchun raised his forehead, after all, His Majesty is not a pleasure-seeking person. Except for the necessary clothes, he doesn't care much about the regular clothes of the four seasons Shangxin also has no preference for clothing and colors, they are all common in the palace, but there are also some convenient common clothes.

It can fill a half-person-high box, which is already full of all kinds of clothes.

Mo Jingchun's heart was trembling, he couldn't imagine how His Majesty ordered Liu Hao, and what kind of strange mood Liu Hao took to collect these things...

He covered his face and sighed.

However, what was even more difficult to contain was Mo Jingchun's irresistible impulse.

He clasped his fingers tightly on the box, desperately suppressing his desire, but even if Mo Jingchun used so much force that his fingers turned white, he couldn't restrain his desire to roll on it.A low and suppressed growl came out of his throat, and then he tore out the folded clothes randomly and tremblingly, and then immediately lowered his head and took a deep breath.

Even though these are clothes that have been washed, after all, they are accumulated over time and belong to Emperor Zhengshi's personal clothes, which can still make Mo Jingchun feel the faint breath.Of course, only one or two pieces is not enough, but if there are as many as the whole box...

While Mo Jingchun apologized in his heart, he couldn't control himself and buried himself in the box.

He didn't even know when he left, and by the time he realized it, Mo Jingchun had already shrunk into the box.The clothes that were originally neat and clean were piled aside indiscriminately by his movements, forcing a space that could accommodate him.His hand... seems to be holding something fluffy?

Mo Jingchun came to his senses from his somewhat confused mind, and looked at the rabbit tail hair ball.

He lowered his head, curled up into a ball, rubbed the tip of his nose against the hairball, and found that this was where His Majesty's remaining breath was strongest.

After all, clothes need to be washed and changed, and this fur ball has accumulated under His Majesty's rubbing, and has long been soaked in His Majesty's breath.Mo Jingchun could not restrain himself in the box...his nest...he was a little unconscious, but the long-standing unsatisfied impulse was instantly smoothed away by the invisible big hand, and the whole person became confused.

His teeth were a little itchy.

Mo Jingchun bit his wrist, holding back a strange moan.

The box was half open, as if this possibility had been anticipated long ago, no matter what strange movements occurred in the box, it would not be closed due to the impact and rolling. After a long time, the strange sound gradually stopped .

A strong breath... a bit bitter, but also a bit sweet. If Emperor Zhengshi was around, he might not be able to help but be intoxicated by this breath. action……

He is the master of this rich fragrance.

Mo Jingchun's ears were red as hell, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, and two pieces of clothes were clumped together in his hands, almost smoking in embarrassment.

His clothes are messy, very, very inappropriate, the front of the clothes is wrinkled, somehow twisted into such a shape, not to mention the hem of the clothes, it seems that some liquid has wetted a small corner , was hanging down heavily, shaking slightly with Mo Jingchun's movements.

Mo Jingchun found a basin in the house, then took out the water from the brush washer and the teapot, poured it on the two crumpled clothes guiltily, and when it was completely wet, Mo Jingchun rubbed it viciously Rubbing her messy bun, she said sadly: "Can't this estrus be normal? I always feel that my head is hot, and I do some strange and shameful things!"

It's like just plunging into a box, and rolling in a pile of clothes, and then using...

It was only after Mo Jingchun came back to his senses suddenly that he realized that he had already taken action.

Very, very impulsive.

Mo Jingchun spat at herself viciously in her heart.

[AO's estrus period is so unreasonable, it's only the first stage right now, if you can't stop it before the full stage appears, it will make you lose your mind]

Mo Jingchun: "..."

He pinched his eyebrows, "Didn't you say that this thing is already a weakened version?"

[Yes, if it is the full version, then Alpah is already in the process of looking for O, and when encountering gods and killing gods, encountering Buddhas and killing Buddhas, any behavior that stops A will make A become more manic, and there will be no difference in the end. Hurt.If A can’t mark O during the estrus period, it will also become like an out-of-control beast, accompanied by crying, nesting, excessive self-abuse and other behaviors]

Mo Jingchun: "... AO is really scary."

It sounds less like a human and more like a combination of man and beast.

Should he be thankful that only the nesting reaction is more violent now?

Even though Mo Jingchun had just experienced such a catharsis, he still couldn't help but look up at the box of clothes that he had tossed and tossed in a mess. He kind of thought...

Mo Jingchun's eyes were a little blurred.

When he came to his senses, he was frantically piling up his clothes on his bed, even his own quilt and pillows were squeezed to the side, and all around him were His Majesty's clothes, messy and wrinkled. Baba, they were piled up randomly, and there was a narrow gap in the middle, barely able to accommodate one person... No, there should be room for another person.

Mo Jingchun rationally felt that he should dislike it, after all, what the hell is this pile of things?

But emotionally, he was already ready to move, and there was an uncontrollable sense of satiety. When he buried his whole body in his nest, that kind of comfortable and gentle comfort crawled all over Mo Jingchun's body, making Mo Jingchun feel so relieved. He curled up deeper into a ball.

Very, very comfortable, this is the den he made for his partner and himself.

...but what about a partner?

Mo Jingchun looked up blankly.

But soon, he regained consciousness and slapped himself on the face.

What are you thinking!

But imagination is a miraculous ability that cannot be stopped by oneself, Mo Jingchun thought about how he would get Gongye Qi back and hide it in the den when he didn't pay attention... Wait, why did he use it?

Can he move it?

Mo Jingchun gave himself another shot with a blank face.

He thinks this is not okay, this is not okay.

If this estrus continues, he will become a fool, right?

...

Cheng Yujun's birthday is at the end of March.

A banquet was held for her in the palace, and the clan, several princes and important ministers were invited, and then at this small banquet, the queen mother officially announced the news that Jun Cheng Yu would be accepted as her granddaughter.

On that day, Cheng Weizhong also attended.

At that time, Mo Jingchun sat below, looked at the appearance of their siblings, and sighed softly.

This is not necessarily a bad thing for them.

After all, the Empress Dowager took them seriously. Although she had to adopt Cheng Yujun, this obviously represented the attitude of the royal family, and no one dared to bully them again.

Mo Jingchun lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of water, and casually glanced at the dishes on the table.

He couldn't eat a bite.

Because the tongue was extremely sensitive to all kinds of seasonings for some reason, he had to eat the most bland dishes. Mo Jingchun reckoned that this was also related to punishment, so he could simply ignore it.Since even eating vegetables has become a problem, it goes without saying that drinking water is the easiest thing to do.

It's just that he can't drink it himself, but when others come to toast him, Mo Jingchun has to eat it.

The clan members at the banquet said that they had nothing to do with Mo Jingchun, but when he was in Zongzheng Temple, he had dealt with many people here.They may not be involved in what His Majesty announced to the court this time, but many people who are still familiar with Mo Jingchun all take advantage of this time to say hello to Mo Jingchun.

Mo Jingchun couldn't refuse these two people who could be regarded as the royal family, so he had to eat a glass of wine.

The pungent tongue stimulated Mo Jingchun's eyes to moisten, and he blinked slightly, as if there were waves.He had just finished exchanging greetings with one person, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Cheng Yujun standing in front of him with Cheng Weizhong, and the two siblings saluted him in a very serious manner.

Mo Jingchun hurriedly stepped forward to support them.

Although he ate a lot, he was not drunk yet, even if he was a little drunk, it didn't affect him.

He endured the faint fragrance of Cheng Yujun's body, and felt the subconscious disgust and dislike, but rationally suppressed the strange impulse and started talking to them.

The brothers and sisters of the married family are all very smart people. After knowing that the queen mother will adopt them, they have already thought about their future path and have a very clear plan for the future. Mo Jingchun couldn't help but smile.

The gratitude of the two of them to Mo Jingchun is also true, especially Cheng Yujun.

She herself is fine, but if her stupid brother hadn't been rescued by Mo Jingchun, he might not be able to come back.

Mo Jingchun shook his head with a smile, didn't say much, just mentioned a few words to them, and then quietly backed away.

His head is a little dizzy.

Mo Jingchun found a hidden place and stood for a while, relieving the strange tightness of his body just now. After his emotions calmed down, he was about to turn around, but bumped into a hard arm.

The pain made Mo Jingchun's nose sour, and he couldn't help but bend over.

When the man stretched out his hand to support him, a cold and faint fragrance also floated over with him.

Mo Jingchun raised his head in a daze, and looked along the arm covered in black clothes. The tall emperor stood in front of him, and said with a smile: "Master, you can be easily found by me. Tonight, you are a very busy person."

Mo Jingchun seemed not to have heard what Emperor Zhengshi said, and stared blankly at the man in front of him.

His Majesty raised his eyebrows and smiled strangely, "Master?"

goo-dong-

The Adam's apple slipped slowly, but seemed to be fast, expressing an unbearable desire.

Mo Jingchun clutched his throat in embarrassment, and suddenly looked away.

Gong Yeqi's smile became more and more weird, he raised his hand to pinch Mo Jingchun's jaw, forcing him to look back again.

A pair of thick black eyes are full of treacherous gloom, and there is even more malice and humor in the laughter, "Master, what are you doing, you want to eat me?"