In the darkness, Mo Jiecheng's eyes were as deep as a well, and he was staring at Ji Wanrong's face through gritted teeth.
Then he sniffed again, and then his eyes became a little darker.
Mo Jiecheng lowered his head and stared closely at Ji Wanrong's hand.
Ji Wanrong was stunned by his expression for a while without speaking, and then suddenly remembered.
Her hand had just held Shi Heng's hand.
When Ji Wanrong thought of this, he realized what Mo Jiecheng, who was almost cross-eyed with anger, meant.
The corners of her mouth twitched sharply.
He was obviously not there when the two shook hands. Does he have clairvoyance?
Shi Heng also leaned slightly at this moment and looked up at Mo Jiecheng who was sitting in front of the carriage.
There was still a faint evil aura lingering around Mo Jiecheng's body, but he didn't dare to act out, so he could only sulk on his own.
"His Royal Highness King Han? Why are you here?" Shi Heng glanced at his clothes.
Even though he was wearing the clothes of a guard, his aura made people feel like he was not from the pool.
"If you pretend to be a fake couple, I will have to be your bodyguard." Mo Jiecheng said dully, with a bit of gritted teeth in his tone.
Seeing Mo Jiecheng's appearance, Ji Wanrong had a sincere smile on his face: "Didn't you say you wanted to pretend to be a maid yesterday? Why did you become a guard again today?"
Mo Jiecheng gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Senior officials can be killed, but not humiliated."
"Then you call the master and his wife a few times first, and let me see if you can act like it?"
Before the coachman arrived, Ji Wanrong looked at Mo Jiecheng's appearance and couldn't help but want to tease him.
Obviously, although Shi Heng did not speak, he straightened up slightly, obviously feeling energetic.
Seeing the excited expressions on the faces of Shi Heng, Ji Wanrong and Jian Qing, Mo Jiecheng would rather die than surrender. The air pressure in his body became even lower, and his voice was hard: "We haven't even arrived in Xun County yet, you guys are going to perform Already?"
"I think you are using your power for personal gain."
Ji Wanrong crossed his arms and said, "If you don't act now, when will you act? You see how unconvinced you are now, you just need to practice hard, otherwise you will show your flaws and ruin things, then you might as well not go. "
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
Mo Jiecheng's heart was about to roar.
He knew that Ji Wanrong did it on purpose. He originally wanted to blurt out and ask Ji Wanrong to practice too.
But when he thought of Ji Wanrong's "practice", which was to practice pretending to be a couple with Shi Heng, he swallowed his words with hatred.
He can only practice...Shi Heng can't practice, and Ji Wanrong can't practice even more!
Mo Jiecheng thought, slowly lowering his noble head, as if fate was being strangled by the throat.
"Master Zheng...Mrs. Zheng..."
Ji Wanrong suddenly felt that the person in front of him was so angry that his whole neck was red, and his sweet voice was much more pleasing to the eye than before.
So she patted Mo Jiecheng on the shoulder and said to Mo Jiecheng: "Do a good job, little Chengzi. Happy cooperation."
Mo Jiecheng gritted his teeth: "Madam, this subordinate is a guard, not a eunuch!"
Seeing that Mo Jiecheng had clearly entered the role, everyone laughed, and Ji Wanrong also laughed: "Okay, okay, you are the little guard Acheng, not the little eunuch."
Ji Wanrong said, looking at Mo Jiecheng's face with deep features, which was too handsome for a guard, he took out a bamboo hat from the car, and then handed it to Mo Jiecheng.
The anger that filled Mo Jiecheng's body had already dissipated when Ji Wanrong said "Ah Cheng".
He took the bamboo hat from Ji Wanrong and hurriedly put it on, then sat in front of the carriage with his sword in his arms.
At this time, the coachman also arrived in a hurry. Before she could get on the carriage, he hurriedly explained to Shi Heng and Ji Wanrong that he had eaten so much that he had to go to take a break.
Ji Wanrong just said it was okay. Knowing that this was the person Zhao Runchu had found, he summoned a few pills from the space and handed them to the coachman.
The coachman happily took it, drank it with water, and suddenly felt a sense of relief all over his body.
After Ji Wanrong and Jian Qing sat back down, the carriage began to move slowly and headed outside the capital.
When the carriage arrived at the gate of the city, it slowly stopped. Mo Jiecheng said nothing and lowered the bamboo hat given by Ji Wanrong.
The soldier at the door looked at the silent guard wearing a bamboo hat. He originally wanted to speak, but Shi Heng opened the curtain of the carriage and handed over another sign.
The soldiers at the gate of the capital tonight were specially transferred by Yuan Zeli to the emperor. When he saw Shi Heng's sign, he let them go without saying anything.
After successfully leaving the capital, Shi Heng returned to the carriage, and the carriage accelerated again.
The driver's skills were good, and the carriage was running smoothly and fast. Mo Jiecheng hugged his long sword with both hands, lowered his hat, and sat in front of the carriage without saying a word.
Silent, aloof, and looking extremely cold.
Only he himself knows the grievance in his heart.
There is no one in the suburbs of Beijing, it is very quiet, only the cool moonlight can be seen reflecting the shadow of the dancing trees.
When the carriage gradually stabilized, the driver turned his head and looked at Mo Jiecheng again and again.
"Little brother? Are you here with the master and his wife?"
Mo Jiecheng didn't want to pay attention at first, but thinking of his responsibility, he still gave a cold hum.
When the coachman heard this, his eyes became brighter: "You are with the master and his wife, so you must know a lot of things."
"I met the madam before, and just met the master again. I feel like I saw the gods in the sky!"
"A perfect match... a perfect match, a perfect match! They are simply a couple born in heaven!"
Mo Jiecheng closed his eyes, his throat was slightly choked, and he refused to pay attention.
"You said they are so loving, how beautiful the child will be when it is born?" The coachman continued to chatter in Mo Jiecheng's ear.
Mo Jiecheng gritted his teeth and covered his ears.
"Yes, you follow them, you know!"
"Have children been born? How many have been born?"
Even though Mo Jiecheng covered his ears, the driver's fly-like voice still sounded hatefully into his ear holes.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he began to imagine what their children would look like.
no! This is absolutely not okay!
Mo Jiecheng's nose was almost crooked with anger.
"How many boys and girls? Is the child beautiful? Does he look like the master?" The gossiping coachman shrank his neck and leaned into Mo Jiecheng's ear, continuing to linger.
Mo Jiecheng suddenly opened his eyes and stared fiercely into the coachman's Bagua eyes.
"They don't have kids at all!"
"Don't you know? I won't do it!"
The coachman's eyes were surprised and even more gossipy, and a guess came into his mind.
"Yes! That's what you think! Our master didn't do it! In his early years, he looked for flowers and asked about Liu Qingkong's body! That's why they didn't have children!"
"Our master is not a good person! You are not a good person either! None of you are good people!"
Mo Jiecheng's eyes were scarlet and his voice was aggrieved, roaring in the coachman's ears.
