Chapter 217 Your Majesty, be more reserved! (16)

Jieyou didn't know what to say for a moment, after all, in Liu Fuyi's memory, the two played chess like this all the time.

Therefore, she could only use Liu Fuyi's usual methods.

"Has Prince Yu's gold been delivered?"

She lifted up her robe and sat beside Qi Hui.

Only then did Qi Hui put down the chess pieces, put away the angry expression on her face, and calmly said: "It is sent, but it seems that Prince Yu will not let it go."

"Of course she's not going to let it go."

Jun Moli squeezed his cuffs and put away the chess pieces one by one, and put them into the original jar, with a sneer in his tone, showing his contempt for Prince Yu.

Jieyou nodded: "That's right, not only Prince Yu is unwilling to be resigned to Feng Musheng, but Prince Bao is even more angry."

How can the fiefdom of a county lord be comparable to that of a county lord?

Not to mention that the place is much smaller, and it has also changed from a rich land to a barren land. With such a big gap, who would not be angry?
"This is also where I am puzzled. Logically speaking, this matter has nothing to do with Prince Bao. Why did Prince Bao target you so much in Luanfeng Palace?"

Jieyou stretched out his hand and put a white piece into the jar, and looked sideways at Qi Hui: "Does Ming Cong know about the rumors that His Majesty is in the noble circle."

As soon as these words came out, Jun Moli paused for a moment before picking up the chess pieces, and continued again.

Qi Hui reacted quickly, and she couldn't help shouting in a low voice: "This... is ridiculous!"

Don't say that the woman grinding the mirror has already made people laugh, let alone the two of them...

"This is incest!",

Qi Hui's indignant words made Jun Moli sneer, and after she put away all the chess pieces, she slowly sat down on the stone chair: "It's no secret that Prince Bao likes young men. A woman bought back from the country."

If it was said that Prince Bao and Feng Musheng had no clear relationship and made Qi Hui feel ashamed, then the matter of Prince Bao raising a woman made Qi Hui disgusted.

She frowned tightly.

"Mo Li, you order someone to investigate when you have time, and hold the evidence in your hands. I'm afraid you will need it in the future."

Jieyou's words were approved by Jun Moli, she opened the folding fan with a smile, and shook it back and forth: "Cousin, don't worry, I sent someone to investigate half a month ago, I believe it will be clear in a while."

She knew Jun Moli's tricks.

The Jun family is very smart, especially in strategy and reading, they are far better than others.

Jun Moli is a 'rebellious' child of the Jun family. She doesn't like reading, but likes painting.

Especially strategy is very prominent, but she is lazy and never participates in political affairs.

But Jun Moli has a characteristic, that is, she is very defensive, especially when she has a good relationship with her. It is taken for granted that Jieyou's incident this time is because of her protective psychology, so she will act, otherwise she would not have acted.

"But having said that, the reputation of the Musheng County Lord in the capital may make it difficult for him to remarry."

Qi Hui gloated.

Jieyou's eyes flickered for a moment, thinking of Feng Musheng's final ending with Prince Bao, a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes.

"How could it be? I heard that the number one scholar in this palace examination is from a poor family."

Jieyou picked up the teacup brought by the waiter on the table, and took a sip.

Jun Moli snorted and said nothing.

Qi Hui was very surprised: "Should... no way, in order to cling to the powerful, marry a..."

Jun Moli glanced at Qi Hui, and said bluntly: "Why don't you say that you are simple-minded? You have been poor for a long time, and there is such a chance that you can suddenly become a master, so you won't be tempted?"

(End of this chapter)

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