You look so beautiful when you cry [Quick Transmigration]

"Get out!"

Mo Xi grabbed the teapot casually and threw it at Su Qiao.

Su Qiao didn't hide, but Mo Xi's limp arm had no strength at all, and the teapot fell to the ground and shattered.

Su Qiao is wearing a court lady's costume today, her makeup is light, flowers are painted on her forehead, only her lips are still painted with bright red lip balm.

He looked at the angry Moxi, as if he didn't notice his anger, and smiled at him gently.

"Master, don't be willful. Keeping His Majesty's things will make the master sick..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" Mo Xi trembled angrily, but he still had uncontrollable fear.

That feeling of being out of control... was horrible.

"Oh, the master is acting like a spoiled child again." Su Qiao sighed, with a joyful expression, and walked slowly to the incense burner.

The red sandalwood incense burner was warm to the touch, Su Qiao gently threw the incense stick in his sleeve into it, then took out the fire pocket and lit it, his actions were full of piety.

Mo Xi covered his nose, knowing the terrible aroma, "Put it out!"

Su Qiao walked over slowly, looking at Mo Xi as if looking at a vexatious child.

"Master, I don't want to let you hurt."

Su Qiao reached out and grabbed Mo Xi's arm. He looked like a weak woman, but was stronger than Mo Xi.

Moxi was like a poor clam, the shell was forcefully pried open, and the softness inside was touched.

Mo Xi only took a few breaths before he felt the heat rising in his body.

He didn't want to show that humiliating expression again!

"Qiao Qiao," Moxi's mind began to become confused, he grabbed Su Qiao's arm, and his whole body was limp on his body, begging him while crying, "let me go... let me go..."

Su Qiao's heart was full, she smiled sweetly, and kissed the side of his neck.

The master is begging him.

The master needs him.

That's great.

How did Su Qiao survive the past five years?

Little by little, he made Ji Chen trust him, burning this incense, made Ji Chen think that he and him had skin-to-skin kinship.

Su Qiao's body was covered with scars, and he endured it only because of the pain.

However, seeing Moshi like this...

Even if it hurts a hundred times more, it's worth it.

"Master, Su Qiao is here. Su Qiao is always with you." With red eyes, Su Qiao hugged Mo Xi back, and said her wish, "Never be separated."

"Woo..." Mo Xi's sanity was no longer clear, but he still felt sad in his heart, and started crying like a child holding Su Qiao.

Su Qiao patted Mo Xi's back, coaxed him gently, and hugged him tightly.

Himekawa walked into the room and saw this scene.

With a sneer, he walked over, sat on the side of the bed, reached out and stroked Moxi's hair, like comforting his beloved pet.

Moxi had stopped crying and started making unbearable noises instead.

"Moshi, come to me."

Himekawa leaned on the head of the bed, reaching out his hand to Moxi.

Mo Xi couldn't hear it, his body seemed to be on fire, so he could only cling to Su Qiao, who was the only one who could cool him down, rubbing against him impatiently.

Ji Chuan narrowed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he grabbed his hair roughly and pulled him over.

Mo Xiben was still struggling and refused to let go, and when he touched Himekawa's body, he turned around and wrapped him around him.

"I really like to please you." Ji Chuan's smile widened, and he pressed the back of Mo Xi's head, letting him stick it to his neck, feeling Mo Xi began to lick, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Su Qiao watched from the side without saying a word.

"Do you want it?" Himekawa asked with a smile as he half-closed his eyes in enjoyment.

Mo Xi didn't speak. At this time, he had lost his mind due to the effect of the incense, and he only wanted to seek relief.

"Mo Xi, I'm the crown, don't call me Ji Chen, call me Biaozi," Ji Chuan said softly to Mo Xi, "Han Shouxiang sells old suitcases, Jing Chifeng slows down the spring love."

"Moxi, call me—Han Jing."

Mo Xi's eyes were slack and he didn't respond.

Han Jing didn't hear the answer, and he wasn't angry. He lay down lazily, and held Mo Xi in his arms, like a dragon hugging its own treasure.

"what!"

Mo Xi was pulled back to a little sober by the sudden pain.

"Tell me who is lucky for you now."

Misty looking over, that face...

"Han... Jing."

Moshi's voice was barely audible.

It hurt again.

Repeat the question with each movement.

Later, without Han Jing opening his mouth, Mo Xi repeated the name over and over again.

"Han Jing...Han...Jing..."

After sobriety, there is shame and resentment.

No matter how he struggled, the incense was lit, and he lost control of his body.

Moxi felt like a plaything kept in a cage, without freedom and dignity, and the only purpose of survival was to please the owner.

He couldn't see anyone else except Su Qiao and Ji Chen who had already ascended the throne.

He was imprisoned in the cold palace until he died of old age.

"Oh." Mo Xi felt extremely ridiculous.

Su Qiao combed his hair behind him, looking through the bronze mirror, Su Qiao had a soft smile on his indistinguishable face, combing his hair like a girl carefully dressing up her own doll.

"It's disgusting." Mo Xi sneered.

Su Qiao's smile didn't change, as if she didn't hear this sentence, and she didn't even pause in her movements.

Mo Xi hated Su Qiao's reckless appearance.

In his eyes, Su Qiao is like a brainwashed little daughter-in-law. Facing her cheating husband, she not only divorces without anger, but also helps her husband marry a concubine...

bah bah bah!

What a broken metaphor!

"Master, His Majesty is getting married tomorrow." Su Qiao smiled, "The palace is going to be lively."

Mo Xi froze there for a moment.

Su Qiao put down the comb, hugged Mo Xi from behind, and said softly, "It's okay, the slave will always be with the master."

Mo hoped to see Su Qiao in the mirror, seeing him tilt his head and smile brightly.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, His Majesty will let the master go."

By the time...

You are mine.

The author has something to say:

Author: Cough cough ~ so say ~ the answer is revealed ~

The pitiful little girl in the cold palace——Moxi

Women's wear boss - Su Qiao

Flower of Gaoling - Han Jing

huh huh~

The next chapter... tsk tsk tsk ~ Moxi is going to be played badly~ This week's target Su Qiao has been secretly blackened ~ This week's target Han Jing is actually... ahem, not blackened ~ blackened Han Jing sees the second week in detail~ Oh~ Originally, Han Jing and Su Qiao were not blackened~ But Moxi didn't cherish~ Now I finally got countless papapapa~Congratulations~Congratulations~Congratulations~

In the end, I played badly with Moxi~ I will move on to the next week~ What kind of play does Minnasang want to unlock~Leave a message and tell the Lun family~