Lu Qingtang was not afraid at all and looked at him coldly, "Does the prince want to stay and eat shortcakes? But I don't make much, I'm afraid it won't be enough for the prince."
This was a clear order to expel guests, Ji Wuhen could hear it.
The corners of his lips raised slightly and he immediately smiled, "No, thank you Princess for your kindness."
After saying that, he left with his hands behind his hands, while Ji Wenzhan was still standing at the door of the kitchen, Baba looking inside.
He swallowed and asked cautiously: "Can you give me a piece to try? It looks pretty good."
Mo Bao immediately reached out to grab the shortbread on the plate, but Lu Qingtang took a step ahead of her and put the plate away.
She said to Mo Bao: "Is the shortbread something you can eat casually? Share half of it with your sister, it will be a waste!"
Ji Wenzhan heard the implication of her words, muttered "so stingy", turned around and left with a dejected look.
Seeing that he was gone, Lu Qingtang quickly took Mo Ze deep into the back room to bandage the wound again.
She looked at the wounds oozing with blood and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, "This old man is really cruel!"
Lu Qingtang became even more angry when he thought of Ji Wuhen's proud look, "You too, why do you have to do such a dangerous thing yourself? If something happens, have you considered our mother and son?"
With that said, Lu Qingtang threw the blood-stained gauze into the barrel and sat on the Arhat bed nearby. There was a hint of blush on the pretty face, and the swollen face added a bit of charm, making people unable to put it down.
Mo Zeshen walked up to her and sat down next to her with a smile while tying his belt.
Lu Qingtang was too lazy to respond and moved his butt forward. Mo Zeshen also moved forward and chuckled, reminding her that there would be no room for her if she moved forward.
Lu Qingtang turned back and rolled his eyes at him, and Mo Zeshen immediately raised his lips and smiled, hugged her in his arms, and whispered: "Yuanlang and Yu Bai took my token to Nanzhou Mansion to mobilize troops. Besides, if the two of them are caught, this matter will become a big deal."
Lu Qingtang was shocked. She frowned, put her arms around his waist, bit her lip and said, "That Ji Wenzhan..."
Mo Zeshen stretched out his hand and caressed her face, teasing her: "Your attitude just now didn't sound like a sign of relief. In my opinion, it's better to kill her together. You don't have any feelings anyway."
The hand around his waist instantly let go, and Lu Qingtang jumped away from him, standing beside Luohan's bed and looking at him coldly.
Mo Zeshen's face was full of surprise, but he still forced a smile, "Why, did I say it wrong? It's true."
As he spoke, he shook his legs, looking carefree.
Lu Qingtang bit his lip, with a little redness in his eyes, "Mo Zeshen, you said yes, but what do you mean now? No matter what, he is the brother who has the same blood as me. Even if you don't like him, you can't It's going to kill him! Now you're going back on your word and changing your mind again, you're not like a man at all!"
After saying that, she immediately turned around and left, but Mo Zeshen hugged her waist behind her.
His broad palms hugged her waist, and there was hot air in her ears, as well as his low and hoarse voice, "I'm teasing you. It's really fun to see you anxious."
As he spoke, he put his warm lips against her cheek.
Lu Qingtang's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his face instantly turned red, reaching the tips of his ears.
The corner of her mouth raised slightly, she gently touched Mo Zeshen's abdomen with her elbow, and said coquettishly: "It's not fun at all. It scared me."
After saying that, she continued to sit on the Arhat bed and stretched out her hand to Mo Zeshen.
The white fingers were thin and long, grabbing his bony hand, interlocking their fingers, feeling each other's warmth.
Lu Qingtang continued to lean on Mo Zeshen and listened to Mo Zeshen's words, "Since you care about my uncle so much, why do you treat me like that, not even being able to part with a piece of shortbread? You are really stingy."
Lu Qingtang was a little surprised. She pointed at herself, "Am I stingy? You don't even look at what he has done. He actually treats a cousin sister like a treasure. He has the ability to ask his sister to make shortcakes for him. Why do you want to eat me!"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Zeshen laughed tremblingly beside him.
He said helplessly: "I don't know your true identity. Look at how stingy you are."
Hearing Mo Zeshen say that he was stingy again, the blood in Lu Qingtang's heart surged up again.
She glared at him and said slightly dissatisfied: "Mo Zeshen, where are you from? Why are you trying to help an outsider when your elbows are turned inward!"
Mo Ze was stunned for a moment and asked cautiously: "Did I say something wrong? Isn't it the truth?"
Seeing his innocent look, Lu Qingtang couldn't help but get angry and immediately reached out to push him away.
The pain in his chest made his expression change drastically. Mo Zeshen immediately lay down on the Arhat bed, holding his chest with his hands and groaning.
Lu Qingtang was a little confused. She remembered that she didn't seem to touch his wound. What she pushed was obviously his shoulder. Could it be that the shoulder was pulling the wound?
Lu Qingtang's heart beat faster in response to his wailing voice. She immediately knelt on the bed, reached out and pulled off the belt that Mo Zeshen had just tied, and took off his shirt.
She said anxiously: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you were injured. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard. Does it hurt?"
Pulling open the collar, his bare chest was wrapped with gauze. The gauze was as white as snow and no blood was leaking out.
Fortunately, the wound was not opened.
Lu Qingtang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Mo Ze's deep obsidian eyes.
Mo Zeshen suddenly laughed, "Oh my princess, I'm still injured, why are you so anxious?"
His eyes were watery, affectionate, and mixed with a bit of joking. Lu Qingtang was instantly angry. She was fooled by Mo Zeshen again.
But before she could react, Mo Zeshen turned over and pinned her down.
Smelling the good smell on his body, Lu Qingtang's handsome face was right in front of him. Lu Qingtang's heart suddenly began to beat faster, and his face turned red instantly.
She said a little embarrassedly: "What are you doing in broad daylight? You are still injured."
Mo Zeshen pressed down on her, lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, "What's wrong with the injury? Doesn't the princess still believe in my ability?"
As he spoke, he opened his mouth and took Lu Qingtang's earlobe in his mouth. Lu Qingtang could not help but tremble, and subconsciously hugged Mo Zeshen tightly, letting him tease her.
Mo Zeshen raised his head, his wet eyes full of desire. Lu Qingtang was so embarrassed that he immediately closed his eyes.
At this moment, she felt the gravity on her body suddenly disappear. She opened her eyes and looked at Mo Zeshen. His eyes were in front of the door.
