107 That bowl of soup

With the help of the little maid Xiaoru, Jiuran slowly walked to the way he came. From beginning to end, since the moment Mo Xie turned around and left, Jiuran has been silent. His eyes were confusedly led by Xiao Ru. Xiaoru absolutely dared to believe that Jiuran's eyes are not focused at all now, even under his feet. There is a stone. If Xiaoru doesn't remind him, Jiuran will immediately fall down.

Xiaoru looked at the lively princess in front of her and become like this. She didn't cry or make any noise, and her eyes had no focus. Her body exuded sadness, which made people uncontrollably distressed. Originally, she thought that the kiss marks on the princess in the morning proved that the ninth prince still liked the princess. This point of view, and now such ruthlessness, is something she didn't expect at all.

In fact, not only Xiaoru didn't expect that there would be such a scene, but there would be such a result now. Even Jiuran himself was not very clear about what happened just now. Why did the men who were like beasts last night pass by a At night, he became such a ruthless man as now. So, what did those last night count as? What is she?

I can't figure it out. Why did she do this to her? Did she do something wrong? I don't know why Jiu Ran felt that what happened this morning had something to do with the woman named Mo Xiaoran. She knew that Mo Xie liked her before, but she didn't understand why Mo Xie liked that woman so much and why she married herself in the end? And isn't this result caused by him now? What does this have to do with her wine? Why is she so ruthless that she can't even invite the new daughter-in-law's morning tea?

In this way, drunken walked back to the new house that belonged to her and him, but when she entered, she found that it had completely changed. Without last night's celebration, everything in front of her turned white, but it made Jiuran feel a trace of fear, and the wine unconsciously grasped it. Help his little Ru.

"Princess is back?" Suddenly, there was a strange voice outside the door, which pulled the thoughts of the wine master and servant back to reality. Both of them looked at the sound, but what they saw was a little girl in palace clothes, followed by several maids and maids in the palace. At this posture, the little girl's status was unusual. Therefore, Jiuran and Xiaoru couldn't help looking carefully at the little girl in front of them again.

"Who are you?" Jiuran frowned and looked at the little girl who became more and more unpleasant. Xiaoru, who stood beside Jiuran, knew that this was a precursor to the main outbreak of her father-in-law. She looked at the little girl worriedly, and then quietly pulled Jiuran's sleeves to try to stop the outbreak of Jiuran. Bi Unexpectedly, it is not a snake race that can let the wine come here.

"Princess, the maidservant is the maidservant of the ninth prince, suddenly." The little girl in pink palace costume said neither humble nor arrogantly. How could there be the kind of respect that maidservant saw her master? Sure enough, after listening to this sudden, Jiuran's face was obviously not good-looking. Can't she really tolerate herself here? Even a little maid treats her like this?

"What's going on here?"

"I suddenly don't understand what the princess means."

"Aren't you Mo Xie's personal maidservant? How can you not even know such a big change in this room? Are all your maids here here here to enjoy happiness like you?

"Princess Hui, first of all, I am only responsible for taking care of the daily life of the ninth prince. I really don't know about these miscellaneous things. Second, in our fox clan, it doesn't matter whether you are a princess or a wife, and you can't directly call the prince's name. Finally, what I want to say is that everyone in the fox clan has its own We can't do what we are responsible for, or we will be punished. It seems that the princess is not very clear about the palace rules of our fox palace. So, Xiaoxin, give the princess a copy of the palace rules and let the princess learn it well. Of course, he is not that kind of stubble, otherwise he can't have today's status. Speaking one by one thing, Jiuran has no way to refute it. Xiaoru took over a palace rule handed over by the little maid of honor.

"Do you have anything to say to the ninth prince?" In order to avoid anything else, Xiaoru took the initiative to stand up and asked flatteringly. The sweetness of my sister's call also made my heart feel much more comfortable.

"Today, it was indeed at the order of the ninth prince. Mother Jiang brought the big tonic soup that the ninth prince personally ordered to bring to the princess." Suddenly, he said lightly, and then a fat old woman slowly came out with a soup cup on the plate.

At this moment, the room was quiet and terrible. Jiuran and Xiaoru did not move. They still stood still, with imperceptible frowns, and their eyes were also somewhat glum.

"Princess, this is specially ordered by the ninth prince. Why don't you take it?" Suddenly, the voice came out of this quiet room again. I don't know why Jiuran felt some harshness and gloating in his tone.

Xiaoru said this, so she had to bravely step forward to untie the plate in Mother Jiang's hand, and then went over and put it on the table without giving it to Jiuran, and Jiuran didn't seem to have the intention of drinking it down.

"Why, doesn't the princess drink?" Suddenly looking at the situation in front of him, he said with some hints of dissatisfaction.

"It's too hot now. Let's cool down and drink it later." Jiuran didn't even look at it, and then went straight to the chair and sat down elegantly, fully showing the noble status and image of his princess. Such a drunken in front of him had to say surprise the group. It turned out that the royal family has always been a royal family, and there is a kind of innate The nobleness of the royal family cannot be ignored, and every move is so elegant, surrounded by the majesty of the royal family.

"No, the ninth prince ordered him to watch the princess drink it." Suddenly, he shook his head gently and pulled back his thoughts, saying firmly, and there was no room for negotiation.

"What if I don't drink it?" Jiuran took the tea handed over by Xiaoru, pecked shallowly, then put down the glass, looked up at the faint question standing in the middle of the room. At this moment, the little princess Jiuran did not have the impression of flying and domineering she had given them in the past. Instead, she was a kind of calmness, as if she had seen Mo Xiao Dye that woman?! Suddenly, I was stunned by this sudden thought.

"Then don't blame it for suddenly exceeding it. Even if you drink it today, you will let the princess drink it." Suddenly, he sneered and said hatefully, and then did not wait for Jiuran to resist. One waved his hand and suddenly the group of girls behind him quickly surrounded Jiuran and fixed it on the chair. One of them took the opportunity to break the most of Jiuran, and the other picked up the soup cup and was about to pour it into Jiuran's mouth. However, before pouring in, Jiuran suddenly used his demonic power to shake away all the people around him who held him down. Immediately, there was a scream in the room.

At this moment, Mo Xie's figure appeared at the door, making everyone have no psychological preparation. Mo Xie coldly glanced at the crooked servants in the room and then at Jiuran. His cool eyes swept over Jiuran, but it made Jiuran cold to his heart, making Jiuran mistakenly think that it had been at this moment. After entering the deep winter. In the end, Mo Xie still left without saying anything, as if he had not appeared just now. Suddenly, a group of people watched Mo Xie leave and then left quickly.

Jiu Ran looked at Mo Xie's figure far away and breathed a faint sigh of relief, but what Jiu Ran didn't expect was that what was waiting for him was such a cruel fact that made her unable to fight and broke her heart.

About evening, Mo Xie suddenly appeared in Jiuran and his new house again. It was still cold. In addition, there was no superfluous expression. However, when Mo Xie came in, he held a bowl of soup in his hand, which emitted a strong smell and could not be ignored by Jiuran. In fact, Jiuran knew from the afternoon that it was a bowl of pregnancy medicine, not a big tonic.

"Brother Mo, you're here." Jiuran got up and reluctantly squeezed out a smile that seemed to have no cracks and said.

"I didn't expect that the princess's temper was so big that she didn't even drink the tonic given by Her Royal Highness?" Mo Xie walked to Jiuran step by step, and a very evil smile came out of the corners of his mouth, which was creepy. Jiuran retreated step by step by step of Mo Xie's pressure. When Jiuran's back was close to the wall, there was no way to retreat, and his eyes looked at Mo Xie in horror.

"Why, this bowl is the medicine that His Royal Highness personally boiled for the princess. So the princess still doesn't drink it?" The evil smile at the corners of Mo Xie's mouth gradually expanded, and his body was close to Jiuran, and the most close to Jiuran's ear. The warm breath constantly invaded Jiuran's body and eroded Jiuran's thinking.

At the moment when the drunken lost his mind, Mo Xie suddenly moved and poured all the bowl of medicine into the wine. Then he retreated and sat leisurely, watching the wine sliding from the wall to the ground, his eyes were full of tears and his face was pale.

"Cough..." Jiuran coughed violently, as if he wanted to spit out everything he had just drunk, but the medicine had already entered his stomach, and there was no way to spit it out. Then, Jiuran suddenly felt that he was powerless and looked at the person sitting in ** in disbelief. A loving man.

"Why? Why did you do this to me?" Jiuran lay on the ground and looked at Mo Xie's weak question.

"Ha ha, what do you think?" Mo Xie did not answer, but the smile was even more charming. Then he suddenly closed his smile, looked at Jiu Ran coldly, and coldly left a sentence, "Because you don't deserve it." Then he got up and walked out. The cold wind blew in from the door that had not been closed, making the wine tremble, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.