The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

Good brothers don't do superficial skills, Ji Nanfeng and Mo Ling are familiar enough to wear a pair of pants, and Mo Ling can easily understand the meaning of any movement or expression.

Mo Ling was haggard, and there was light in his eyes. The couple hadn't seen each other for a long time, and what they cherished most was being alone. Even if one of them was in a coma, he would still be willing to talk to each other.

The Fifth Prince was a wooden head, and his ignorant pestle was shining brightly beside the young couple, Ji Nanfeng pushed him out of the room tiredly.

Until the sound of closing the door was heard, Mo Ling lifted the solid-colored quilt, and gently wiped off the dried blood on Xi Mojiu's body with a wrung warm towel.

After simply wiping his upper body, a basin of clear water became turbid. Mo Ling picked up the basin and opened the door and poured it on the open space in the courtyard. The water was almost used up, so Mo Ling put on a silky underwear for Xi Mojiu.

He just used the little cold water left in the bucket to wipe off his sticky body, put the towel on his face, the air he breathed was stained with moisture, Mo Ling opened his eyes, and looked at the roof dimly under the towel.He sighed silently, took off the towel and threw it into the basin, and changed into an undershirt of the same style as Xi Mojiu.

Cleansing and changing clothes, Mo Ling didn't want to move, and he didn't bother to take out the bucket and wooden basin filled with dirty water. He went to bed carefully, got under the quilt, hooked his fingers, and the plant leaves pierced the lantern and cut the inside. Burning wick.

Just hugging Xi Mojiu like this, Mo Ling didn't dare to use force, the room was quiet, and the person he was hugging was warm, Mo Ling closed his eyes, waiting for the dawn, hoping that after the rooster crows, he would be able to meet a pair of smiles as soon as he opened his eyes Shallow eyes.

In the space, Xi Mojiu sat on the ground and saw the black circle expand, then disappear, expand again, and disappear again, so it ran over and over again.

The blue butterfly was dozing off on his head, and the red dragonfly was standing on the outermost layer of the black circle, exuding a very unpleasant aura.

On the second day, the continuous sound of footsteps woke Mo Ling up, Mo Ling rubbed his eyes, he thought of Xi Mojiu, he didn't dare to move, turned his head to see that Xi Mojiu was still sleeping, he tiptoed out of bed.

After changing his clothes, he put the wooden basin on the wooden barrel, and when he opened the door, the third prince raised his fists in the air.

The door opened before knocking, the third prince was not embarrassed, he put down his hand generously, but it was not Mo Ling who opened the door, but a beautiful stranger, he frowned and took a small step back, leaving a little distance , smiled apologetically.

I thought because of the assassination, the temple changed rooms for Lao Jiu and the others?

The young man who wanted to open the door said: "Third brother, you are awake! I heard Nanfeng said that you are unconscious, and I plan to visit you later, I don't want you to come first."

The young man looked familiar and called third brother kindly. The third prince scratched his head and racked his brains but couldn't remember who this person was. He definitely didn't know him.

"Dare to ask the son?"

"Third brother, I'm Mo Ling." Only now did Mo Ling remember that he had changed. It's no wonder that the third prince couldn't recognize him. Unusual original owner associates together.

The third prince had a hard time accepting it. He looked Mo Ling up and down, but couldn't find any similarities between the two of them. Looking at it more broadly, their eyes were somewhat similar.

Mo Ling smiled and said: "It's not easy to change your face and become an ordinary person. Third brother, I will make it clear about my appearance someday. Um...Third brother don't forget After we return to Beijing, we will go shopping together to see the pictures of fairies."

When visiting the kiln, only a few of their insiders knew that the third prince tried again and again before he could believe that the person in front of him was really Mo Ling. He had a surprised expression, and after a while he said: "Forget it, just go back, I said to come and see. As expected of brothers, I slept for a day and a night before waking up and you all came back. It’s really not appropriate to make a big announcement about your face, so I have time to talk about it in detail.”

"I found someone to go to the dining room to have breakfast, and knocked on Lao Wu's door. He and Nanfeng were still sleeping, so I almost got beaten for it. Oh, where is Lao Jiu? If you are told to pour water, you should be fined." The third prince defended Mo Ling and himself, even when he was in a coma when he rescued and searched for others, he didn't know about Xi Mojiu's injury and coma.

Mo Ling glanced into the room, lowered his brows and said, "Still unconscious. Jiu'er was seriously injured, and I don't know when she will wake up. Third brother just woke up, and I said these things to bother third brother. It doesn't matter. Why don't you?" Brother, you go to eat first, and I will call a few guards for me later as a small matter, please trouble me."

The third prince waved his hand: "Then. The younger siblings are too polite, the whole family needn't say much. The ninth one is also dizzy? Coincidentally, we won't be under witchcraft, bewitched? I'll go in first Look at Lao Jiu's situation, I'm looking for someone to bring you some breakfast. Brothers and sisters don't need to worry, Lao Jiu has been lucky since he was a child, and there is no major problem. Maybe this person wakes up hungry after you finish eating, just like me .Hahaha."

The third prince smiled heartily. Mo Ling knew that he was comforting himself, so he also smiled. It was not a deliberate disguise, but a sincere smile.

Mo Ling put the bucket and basin outside, and the guards would take them away later, and prepared to go into the house together to check on Xi Mojiu's situation.

Mo Ling was putting things away, so he took a few steps slower than the third prince. Just as he closed the door and walked away, the third prince smiled inside and said, "How does it feel? Two minutes ago, my brother and sister told me that you were in a coma, and I was talking to you at the door." He joked that during the meal time, you would wake up hungry after smelling the aroma, but you would wake up before you ate."

"Third brother Lao Lao is worried, Lao Jiu's injury is probably healed. Third brother, where is Lingling?" Xi Mojiu's throat was itchy and sore, and his speech was hoarse and unpleasant. like a parrot.

Mo Ling ran to the bed in stride, Xi Mojiu was half-sitting and leaning on the pillow, when he heard footsteps, he raised his head to look at the person coming.

"Jiu'er." Seeing the sober real person, Mo Ling slowed down, suppressing his flustered heart.

The two looked at each other affectionately, and couldn't tolerate other people's figures. The third prince had seen Xi Mojiu, and he was relieved to see that he was not serious.He didn't eat during his coma, his stomach was hungry, his eyes were black, and he wasn't in the mood to be a light bulb.

"I will send someone to deliver food to you." The third prince said, but no one paid attention to him. The third prince shrugged and went out helplessly.

Xi Mojiu's injury was as good as he said, he waved to Mo Ling, Mo Lingyi walked over, Xi Mojiu couldn't wait to pull him into his arms, Mo Ling sat sideways on Xi Mojiu On the legs, Xi Mojiu was trying to melt the person into his body with great strength.

"Your injury."

"It's okay, let me give you a hug."

Mo Ling sat obediently on him, Xi Mojiu spread out her long hair, and the strands of hair hung down on Mo Ling's chest, and merged with Mo Ling's hair, Mo Ling became playful, curling up their hair with his fingers Play.

Mo Ling's hand is small and white, but the bones are clear, slender and beautiful, not the original owner's chubby little hand, Xi Mojiu held his hand.

"Lingling, there is something I want to tell you."

"Coincidentally, I also want to tell you something. About me, about Nanfeng, about abilities."

Xi Mojiu let go of Mo Ling's hand, calmed down and wanted to trigger the steaming, boiling feeling in his body last night, he concentrated his energy, but nothing happened.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Xi Mojiu's stiffness for a second, Mo Ling asked worriedly.

Xi Mojiu's dark eyes seemed to be cold, and the palm of his hand was hot under his piercing gaze, but there was still nothing, Xi Mojiu said calmly and disappointedly, "I can't find it."