After being teased by the crown prince

Mo Ruoqing was wearing a white suit, walking on the red carpet of the palace, he was as beautiful as an angel, maybe because of his illness, he lost a lot of weight, and there was a bit of pitiful sadness between his brows, Steward Wen had to admit, Mo Ruoqing is more charming than a year ago.

Steward Wen carried Mo Ruoqing's luggage, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Marquis Mo, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince accompanied His Royal Highness to take graduation photos, shall I take you to your palace?"

Mo Ruoqing was not annoyed, and said with a slight smile, "It's okay Steward Wen, I'm very happy that Ting Miao and Her Royal Highness have such a good relationship."

Butler Wen raised his eyebrows and said, "I have always thought that Marquis Mo is a very smart person."

Mo Ruo smiled lightly, noncommittal.

The gate of Mo Ruoqing's palace is full of empty valleys and dark clouds,

Mo Ruo lightly looked at those pink flower buds, and laughed: "Ting Miao still remembers that I like this kind of flower the most."

Steward Wen carried the luggage in and walked out of the palace. Mo Ruo looked lightly at the elegantly decorated palace. The furniture designed by French designers, his paintings hung on the walls, and the huge French windows were hung with white curtains. Luo Tingmiao As always, get to know his preferences.

Mo Ruo lightly went up to the second floor, and he saw Song Hanming standing at the end of the corridor, the long-haired right-hand man was holding a glass of wine, with a half-smile, Mo Ruo walked over lightly, and said calmly, "Your right."

Song Hanming took a sip of his wine and said, "How was life in America this year?"

Mo Ruo lightly raised the corners of his lips, showing a cold smile: "How have I been this year, the right minister knows best, right? Haven't I been living under your surveillance?"

Song Hanming raised his hand, lifted Mo Ruoqing's hair, and said, "I just care about you. After all, you are my most important pawn."

Mo Ruo sneered slightly, and said, "The most important chess piece? You persuaded His Highness the Emperor to send me to America."

"I trained you to make Luo Tingmiao fall in love with you in order to manipulate Luo Tingmiao through you. I didn't make you fall in love with Luo Tingmiao, and I didn't make you really want to be his imperial concubine." Song Hanming said.

Mo Ruo stopped talking.

Song Hanming suddenly pinched Mo Ruoqing's chin, and with his fingers, he said fiercely: "This time, I hope you can be obedient and be a good chess piece, otherwise I will tell Luo Tingmiao everything. You didn't save him when you were young. And...you don't have cancer at all."

Mo Ruoqing's face turned pale in an instant, Song Hanming let go of him, walked forward, and said with a sneer, "Enjoy your gorgeous palace, Marquis Mo."

Beicheng University, there are many people around the playground. The girls are lying on the railing, holding their mobile phones excitedly. The concubine Lu Ziyun is wearing a bachelor's suit and is taking a graduation photo. His bow tie is a little crooked. A jackdaw in black Helping him tie it, a slender hand stretched out and tore off the tie. Lu Ziyun looked at Luo Tingmiao in surprise. Luo Tingmiao lowered his eyes and tied the tie for him seriously. Howling: "Isn't it already fastened?"

Luo Tingmiao said: "I don't like other men who tied it for you."

What... is this guy jealous?Lu Ziyun couldn't help but curled up the corners of her lips and smiled, the summer sun made his cheeks slightly hot.

The girls screamed with excitement as they captured the scene on camera.

Jackdaw couldn't adapt to such an overly enthusiastic occasion, and frowned.

"Your Highness, are you ready? One, two, three..." In the photographer's lens, Lu Ziyun, who was wearing a bachelor's uniform, was smiling, looking extremely beautiful under the sun.

Luo Tingmiao looked at him with tenderness in his eyes. This kid has really grown up.

After the filming was over, Lu Ziyun ran up to Luo Tingmiao, plunged into his arms, blinked and said, "What shall we eat later? Pudding, or chocolate fondue?"

Luo Tingmiao pinched Lu Ziyun's glutinous rice dumpling-like face, and said a little dotingly, "Sure enough, I'm still a child. Have you forgotten your stomach? Go back to the palace and eat a nutritious meal."

"Ah..." Lu Ziyun pouted in disappointment. His appearance was a bit childish. The Jackdaw looked at him, as if it overlapped with a certain face in his memory. A faint smile.