Chapter 182 Enmity

In the luxuriously decorated post hall, Mo Junqi stared at Mo Liuchen angrily: "Do you have any brain? Now the whole Yuhan knows that the princess of Canglan is crazy! This time, you cried and shouted for it. If you dare to make a mistake again, I will deal with you for your father first!"

Mo Liuchen shrank and his eyes were full of panic: "Brother, I... I'm not me, it's Mu Qingya. It must be her who did it. It was she who secretly harmed me!"

"Did she hurt you? What evidence do you have? Without evidence, do you think someone will believe it as soon as you say it?

"Evidence... Yes, I must find the evidence and expose her crime to let people see what the true face of that bitch looks like."

As soon as Mo Liuchen's words fell, the door was rudely pushed away. The two looked back at the door in shock.

"Junqing? Why did you come here?"

Mo Junqing didn't seem to hear Mo Junqi's words, and his dark eyes stared at Mo Liuchen tightly: "What did you just say?"

Mo Liuchen was stunned: "Brother, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"What did you just say?" Mo Junqing stepped forward step by step, and the expression on his face was particularly gloomy. He had never had such an expression and immediately scared Mo Liuchen and Mo Junyu.

Mo Junyan came forward to block him: "Junqing, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Junqing glanced at him, pushed him aside, then walked to Mo Liuchen and slapped Mo Liuchen in the face: "I don't want to hear you insult Qingya again, or I will kill you!"

Mo Junlu was stunned. He suddenly remembered his performance when he greeted Mu Qingya and others from Jiangnan at the dock. At that time, Mu Qingya didn't know why she cried. He wanted to ask but was stopped by himself. At that time, he asked him, "You just know who provoked Mu Qingya and made her cry, so what can you do?"

He only said three words at that time: "Kill him!"

He is serious! Seeing his expression again, he was sure that what he said at that time was not false. He would really kill the person who hurt Mu Qingya.

Mo Junqing's slap was extremely hard, and Mo Liuchen's face immediately swollen. He stared at Mo Junqing, who wanted to be stupid in disbelief: "You... hit me?"

Mo Junqing snorted coldly and turned around and walked out.

"Second brother, third brother..."

"Forget what happened today!" Mo Junqi's cold eyes fell on Mo Liuchen's face.

"I... I know." Being stared at with cold eyes like a poisonous snake, Mo Liuchen dared not say anything more. He nodded quickly, and the fear in her heart rose little by little. How could she forget that the man in front of her was the one who killed her biological mother and concubine next year! The evil of killing father and mother!

Leqin's revenge is average, but Mu Qingya doesn't feel better, or basically can't eat anything, and she has lost a lot of weight in a few days. Mu Qingya raised her eyes quietly and looked at the nervous Leqi aside: "Okay, take these down and put them here for nothing."

Le Qi frowned: "Miss, you haven't eaten serious for a long time. How can your body stand it like this?"

Mu Qingya shook her head: "It's okay. You go down. I want to sleep for a while."

Le Qi opened his mouth and finally said nothing and retreated softly.

As soon as Duanmu Lingyu came over, he saw Leqi coming out with something: "Qingya still won't eat?"

Le Qi quickly saluted: "I have seen the emperor. If you go back to the emperor, the young lady still can't eat anything. She just brought a lot of things in and only ate a little fruit."

Duanmu Lingyu nodded: waved her hand to retreat.

In the room, Mu Qingya was closing her eyes to refresh her mind. Hearing the noise from the door, her voice was a little more impatient: "Leqi, I've said that I don't want to eat. Don't come in. Let me have a good rest."

Duanmu Lingyu walked over and reached out to touch her increasingly thin face: "Qingya?"

Mu Qingya opened her eyes in a daze, and Duanmu Lingyu's handsome face was looking at her with worry: "Why did you come here? But what was interrogated from which blood guards?

"I asked some, but there are really a lot of useful things. I didn't expect Cang Languo's hand to be so long."

"Well, as long as you know it." Mu Qingya blinked drowsily, and her face was particularly pale.

Duanmu Lingyu sighed: "Anyway, you have nothing to do today, just follow me into the palace and go!" After saying that, without waiting for Mu Qingya to react, he took a cloak from the side, put it on her, and directly stopped her waist and picked her up.

"What do you do? Put me down."

Duanmu Lingyu frowned and patted her buttocks: "Stay honest."

Mu Qingya was stunned for a long time before she realized that she was spanked, her face turned red, the temperature was hot, and her face and neck were dyed red.

Looking at the always cold eyes stained with embarrassing water, the pale face was stained with pink because of anger. Beiya bit his lips tightly, and his shy appearance was particularly touching. He was moved and couldn't wait to hide this treasure.

"You let me down!" Mu Qingya raised her voice.

"Shh!" Duanmu Lingyu booed, "My father-in-law and mother-in-law don't live far away. Don't disturb them. Let's go quietly."

Mu Qingya simply closed her eyes and ignored her thick face.

The slightly swaying arms with a warm temperature, but Mu Qingya fell asleep unexpectedly. When he arrived at the palace and looked at her sleeping soundly, Duanmu Lingyu smiled spoiledly and did not wake her up. He directly hugged her and walked into his bedroom.

With his eyes, the palace man who served him retreated. Duanmu Lingyu covered Mu Qingya with a quilt and sat aside and looked at her sleeping face: "Bad girl, how can you toss me feel at ease."

After watching for a long time, he retreated softly: "Are you ready?"

"Your Majesty, it's all ready." The expression of the palace man was very strange, and the smiling expression twisted. Duanmu Lingyu snorted, "Go down, you don't need you."

The palace man hesitated for a long time: "Your Majesty, can you make a fire? Let the slaves come."

"Get out!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the palace people withdrew, a laughter came in: "Your Majesty, why did you drive people out? Why can't you handle it alone? Do you want me to find a few people to help you to ensure that they are firm and won't reveal today's affairs? Haha!" Duanmu Lingrui walked into the small kitchen next to Zhuanghua Palace and said jokingly. It seemed that the hundreds of taels of silver were not in vain. The news sent by Wei Xi was really accurate. Haha, the emperor really planned to cook. In fact, looking at hisxingful appearance, he really wants to ask if he has a grudge against Mu Qingya. Can he eat something made by people who have never cooked before? If you eat it, nothing will happen?

Duanmu Lingyu turned around and stared at him: "Why did you come here?"

"It's okay. I heard that the emperor is... coughing... practicing cooking, so I came here specially to have a look."

"Hmm!" How could Duanmu Lingyu not know his thoughts about watching the bustle, but at this time, he doesn't care about it. After a while, he plans to go on a tour, so let him sit in Kyoto!

Skillfully put all kinds of materials into the pot and stir them in place.

Duanmu Lingrui's eyes widened: "Your Majesty, you are..." This action is too skilled. If he was not clear about his identity, he would have doubted the disguise of the royal chef in front of him.

"Hmm!" Duanmu Lingyu ignored him and contacted him many times in order to make a simple porridge. Do you really think cooking is so simple?

At the gate of the palace, Wei Xi stared at the small kitchen with a pale face, and his eyes were full of resentment. Leqi, who followed him, looked up and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why is your face so ugly and hurt?

Wei Xi shook his head: "No, I drank too much."

"Drink too much? Do you dare to drink at this time? Aren't you afraid that your master will cramps?

"It's not drinking too much, but drinking too much porridge."

"Ah?" I don't know why.

Wei Xi's legs trembled and looked at the small kitchen with dull eyes: "You don't know how many things the master has broken and caused many dark guards to have diarrhea in order to practice cooking porridge. In the past, it was said that those dark guards were fighting to protect the master. Now when they say this, there is absolutely no one left, and they are allowed by the master. People try porridge." That expression can almost become a history of blood and tears.

Le Qi's eyes were dulled for a moment, and he looked at the room and shook his eyes: "Do you think it will be okay if you drink it?" Miss has not eaten for many days. In case this porridge is broken again, she will really worry to death.

In Zhuanghua Palace, Mu Qingya opened her eyes and looked at the grooming decorations around her. She was not surprised. She was just surprised that she slept so soundly. She had never slept so soundly these days. Just as I was about to get out of bed, I saw the door and Duanmu Lingyu came in with a bowl: "Qingya, are you awake?"

"Hmm." A faint fragrance came over, and Mu Qingya looked at the bowl in his hand, "What did you bring?"

"zhou, wait."

Put down the bowl, helped Mu Qingya get out of bed and wash her hands. Then Duanmu Lingyu brought the bowl over: "Try it."

Mu Qingya frowned slightly. She couldn't eat these two days because of psychological reasons, and she would be fine after a while, but she didn't expect the person in front of her to be so nervous. Looking at those expectant eyes, she didn't want to disappoint him: "Pick up a spoon and take a bite."

"How does it taste?" Duanmu Lingyu was a little nervous.

"It's okay." Mu Qingya's frown loosened a little, and the tasteless white porridge gave her a slight appetite.

Seeing that Mu Qingya did not spit out as before, Duanmu Lingyu was excited.

"Did you do it?" Mu Qingya used half a bowl of porridge and raised her eyebrows to ask.

Duanmu Lingyu stiffened for a long time: "How come? I'm the supreme of the 95th. How can I make porridge? You eat it first. Prince De just asked me for something. I'll go and have a look."

Mu Qingya raised the corners of her lips, but felt that the white porridge was more appetizing: "Fool!"