Mo Wenhuan had a cold expression on his face after being rejected. Although he didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt a little angry for no reason.
The good-for-nothing Old Fourth was really lucky to marry such a beautiful princess, who was much prettier than the one in his family.
The more Mo Wenhuan thought about it, the angrier he became, almost gnashing his teeth, but with a fake smile on his face: "The fourth brother is really lucky to marry a virtuous and capable princess, but it is also a pity that the fourth brother is inhumane, leaving such a beautiful princess alone, You can see it, but you can’t eat it..."
"Maybe God's gift must be a little lucky." Facing his verbal provocation, Mo Beizhi's face remained calm and his eyes were calm, but a layer of frost gradually formed in his heart. He could ignore his own life and death, But he had to consider Chu Yingluo's situation.
Mo Wenhuan secretly observed the expression on Mo Beizhi's face. Seeing that he was calm and calm, he couldn't help but wonder, was he looking away from the dying person, or was he deliberately forbearing?
Three years ago, he was beaten until his nose was black and his face was swollen and he hung on the city gate for three days and three nights. The whole capital was laughing at him. Only the fourth child looked at him calmly without saying a word. He always suspected that the fourth child was looking for someone to do it. Unfortunately, he has no evidence.
No matter how many years passed, he still couldn't understand the fourth child's thoughts.
If we hadn't tried so hard to dislodge him, this fourth child would have been out of control long ago.
But the next second, Chu Yingluo's words shocked him.
Chu Yingluo said with a smile: "The third prince is worrying too much. Although the prince cannot move his limbs, he can still move where he should. Not only can the prince be humane, but he may also be able to give birth to a smart and beautiful little prince."
What?
Mo Wenhuan secretly raised his eyes, feeling jealous in his heart.
How can a loser still enjoy the pleasures of fish and water?
Seeing that Mo Wenhuan believed it, she planned to vent her anger for the prince again.
Chu Yingluo hesitated and said, "Third Prince, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
Mo Wenhuan turned to look at Chu Yingluo: "Speak."
Chu Yingluo frowned and said seriously: "I see that the third prince's face is dull and dull, with serious dark circles under his eyelids, and he is lack of energy during the day. It seems that it is caused by kidney yin deficiency and excessive sexual indulgence. I hope the third prince is having sex. Exercise restraint, otherwise you will suffer from frequent back pain and headaches, and in the long run you will suffer from...the disease of inactivity."
Hearing this, Mo Wenhuan's expression suddenly changed: "Bold!"
Chu Yingluo pretended to be innocent: "Your Majesty, you asked me to tell you..."
"How is it possible? Do I have to tell you about the 300-round battle last night?"
Mo Wenhuan sneered. This little liar was full of nonsense. He retorted to Mo Beizhi: "Fourth, where did you find this charlatan? You have a slippery tongue. Be careful, you won't even know how you died."
Mo Beizhi's eyes were calm and he turned a deaf ear to his sarcasm.
"If the Third Prince trusts me, I can give you an injection so that you can enjoy your wedding night tonight." Chu Yingluo smiled innocently and harmlessly.
Mo Wenhuan snorted and said: "I am in very good health, I don't need you to do anything extra. If you keep talking nonsense, I will be rude to you!"
Instead of being angry, Chu Yingluo looked calm and said meaningfully: "It doesn't matter. If the third prince figures it out in the future, he can come to me at any time."
Mo Wenhuan clenched his fist tightly. After being angered, he couldn't hide the murderous look on his face.
Mo Beizhi glanced out of the corner of his eye and caught the flash of ferocity on Mo Wenhuan's face, and his eyes turned cold.
When Wu Dakui rushed to the backyard, he found that the yard was turbulent and filled with murderous intent.
He glanced at Chu Yingluo and found that the princess winked at him. He immediately understood, so he whispered a few words into Wu Jiaojiao's ear.
Wu Jiaojiao nodded vigorously after hearing this.
The next second, Wu Jiaojiao jumped up and rushed toward the ducks.
Her strong and vigorous body chased the ducks fiercely, causing the ducks to run all over the yard.
Several of them rushed to Mo Wenhuan's feet, squawking wildly, and their feathers flew all over the sky, falling all over him.
Wu Jiaojiao shouted: "Your Majesty, get out of the way!"
The murderous look on Mo Wenhuan's face disappeared instantly, and his scalp felt numb.
"Yah!"
At this time, Wu Jiaojiao saw the right moment and pounced towards Mo Wenhuan.
There was a pop.
She caught a duck at Mo Wenhuan's feet.
Mo Wenhuan's pupils were shaking.
After a melee, he had already forgotten what he was going to do. He was only shocked and speechless by the duck and rude woman in front of him.
The next second, Wu Jiaojiao got up from the ground, handed the duck to the Third Prince, and shouted: "The Third Prince is getting married today. There is nothing in our house except ducks. I came here specially to catch a duck and give it to the Third Prince. Congratulations to the Third Prince."
"Get away!" Mo Wenhuan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but take a half step back when he saw the ugly and fierce woman hugging the duck.
Wu Jiaojiao didn't care, she forced the duck into the hands of the Third Prince, and smiled innocently: "You're welcome, Third Prince, you must accept it!"
Mo Wenhuan was forced to hold a duck, and his face turned green.
The next second, the duck in his hand suddenly quacked wildly and struggled.
He was so angry that he was about to throw it away when he heard a "plop" sound and a stream of liquid flowed down and dripped into the palm of his hand.
He suddenly let go of his hand, and the duck was able to escape. The duck twisted its neck and glared at him angrily and plaintively, then swung its butt and ran away.
Mo Wenhuan was so devastated, staring at the puddle of duck shit in his hand that he was so angry that he burst into rage.
"Damn duck, you're looking for death!"
Mo Wenhuan stamped his feet in anger.
At this time, Chu Yingluo took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, stepped forward and handed it to Mo Wenhuan, pretending to be frightened and comforting: "Third Prince, don't be angry, wipe your hands quickly, I will stew it and give it to you later." you."
Mo Wenhuan looked at the mess on his hands and his chest heaved with anger. He didn't have time to catch the dead duck, so he took the handkerchief handed over by Chu Yingluo and wiped his hands.
Seeing Mo Wenhuan use his own handkerchief, a meaningful smile flashed in Chu Yingluo's eyes and disappeared in an instant.
At this time, Mo Beizhi suddenly coughed violently and said: "Third brother, hurry up and go to the wedding. Don't waste the good time. Luo'er, I'm tired. Push me to the room to rest."
A flash of pride flashed in Chu Yingluo's eyes, she turned back to Mo Beizhi and responded with a suppressed smile: "Okay, Your Majesty."
Mo Wenhuan was afraid of missing the moment, so he threw down his handkerchief, turned around and left in a hurry.
Don’t worry, we’ll settle this account later!
Chu Yingluo looked back at the handkerchief on the ground, and cautiously told Wu Dakui: "I will burn that handkerchief later, be careful, don't touch it with your hands, it's dirty."
Wu Dakui understood in his heart and responded: "Okay, Princess."
After saying that, Wu Dakui took a wooden stick, picked up the handkerchief on the ground, threw it into the charcoal fire and burned it.
After entering the room, Mo Beizhi's face suddenly became solemn, and a layer of gloom hung between his brows.
After thinking for a long time, he looked at Chu Yingluo and said, "You shouldn't have talked to Third Brother like that just now."
"Huh?" Chu Yingluo blinked in confusion: "Which sentence?"
Mo Beizhi was silent for a while, and then he spoke warmly: "Today is his wedding, but you say he won't do it."
Chu Yingluo looked innocent: "What I said is the truth."
Mo Beizhi was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly, his eyes full of worry.
Chu Yingluo noticed his expression and frowned: "So what if I said so?"
Mo Beizhi frowned, then sighed heavily and said, "I'm worried that if we become enemies over this, he will hurt you."
Mo Wenhuan is a villain who is determined to retaliate. He will not let go after suffering a loss.
And he was a loser, but he couldn't protect her.
After hearing what he said, Chu Yingluo felt a little surprised, but her heart felt warm. Was he worried about herself?
Chu Yingluo patted his shoulder and said with relief: "Don't worry, I cherish my life. After all, I promised you that I would let you stand up again. How could I die before my promise was fulfilled?"
Mo Beizhi looked at her clear and serious eyes, and his heart was touched by her again.
This is not the first time she has said this.
Before Chu Yingluo came, he lived in confusion, waiting to die every day, but after she came, she kept giving him hope, and his dead heart seemed to come to life again.
Looking at her, a girl stood persistently in front of her, not afraid of anything.
How could he, a grown man, always stay behind her and be protected by her, especially when she had offended the Third Prince for her own sake.
Mo Beizhi felt guilty, remembering the past scenes where he fearlessly killed enemies on the battlefield, but now, he was sinking like a waste...
After all, I am worse than a little girl.
If she can really heal herself, she might as well give it a try...
Mo Bei narrowed his eyes, his eyes filled with unpredictable emotions.
After a moment, he made a decision in his mind, turned to Chu Yingluo and said, "I'm hungry, go and make me something to eat."
Chu Yingluo's eyes lit up, he actually knew he was hungry?
She immediately responded: "Okay, I'll go right away."
After Chu Yingluo left, Mo Beizhi's dark eyes began to become unfathomable...
