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

"Little guy, remember to promise me. No matter who you are to, don't say it." The long-haired beauty tapped the tip of its nose, smiling all over the city.

The beauty brother is prettier than daddy!It was the first time it saw someone prettier than daddy, June thought to himself.

Mo Ling poked its chubby cheeks, half of June's soul was hooked away under the temptation of delicious food, its eyes were blurred, and a beautiful face suddenly appeared, it shook its head, pushed it away with its paws, it was very delicious Small snacks, I left my head unmoved.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Mo Ling fed it melon seeds, pinched June's soft neck: "Be a mouse with only secrets."

June bit off the melon seeds, squinted at Mo Ling, and silently corrected him, she was no mouse!I am the noblest chipmunk!

A few days later, the weather was getting colder, Mo Ling was wrapped in a big padded jacket, with a small heater in his arms, and hid in his room, unwilling to go out.

It's too cold, according to what Xi Mojiu said, within a week, the southern country will experience the first heavy snow, and they have to go to the palace to enjoy the snow and eat.Anyway, it is very troublesome, we must pay attention to etiquette and make the emperor happy.

"Lingling." Xi Mojiu pushed the door open with a palm, and the cold wind filled the room. Mo Ling moved in silently. He is from the south. In some areas of southerners, there is no difference between winter and spring, and there is no snow. The climate is not too cold either.

Accustomed to the warm wind in the south and able to withstand heavy snow, Mo Ling asked people to light a charcoal fire in the house to keep warm. The orange-red fire ignited, and the firewood "crackled" in the fire, bursting into sparks.

Xi Mojiu took out the thing wrapped in oiled paper from his arms, he peeled off the thin oiled paper skin, and a scent spread in the room, the smell was familiar, but people couldn't remember what it was.

A lump of black lacquer the size of a fist, the scent is coming from it, Mo Ling looked at it curiously, Xi Mojiu smiled mysteriously and broke the thing in half, the black shell cracked, The golden-yellow flesh is exposed.

"Sweet potatoes, are they baked by the kitchen?" Mo Ling hasn't eaten sweet potatoes for a long time, especially in such a cold day, it's more suitable to eat hot sweet potatoes to avoid the cold.

"No, no." Xi Mojiu shook his head, gave half of the sweet potato to Mo Ling, peeled the skin off himself, took a bite, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"I roasted it." The old male voice said with a smile, the bell on the donkey's neck and the sound of the hooves on the ground blended together.

"Master, half of one is not enough for Jiu'er to eat." Xi Mojiu said unsatisfied that the sweet potato in his hand had been eaten with only the black skin left.

The old man in ragged clothes came in with his hands ready, his yellow knees were finally covered by his clothes, he walked swaggeringly, went to Xi Mojiu, picked up a banana on the table and hit him on the head: "Eat, eat, you know how to eat. Except Eat, what else is on your mind!"

"There's Ling Ling!" Xi Mojiu said with rounded eyes and displeasure. He is not greedy at all. He is willing to share half of such a small sweet potato for Ling Ling. He is a good man.

"Idiot." Chang Qing blew his beard and stared, he puffed his white beard and said, "Retire all, I will have a chat with Ninth King and Ninth Princess alone."

Although Chang Qing's status is noble, but the owner of this house is still there, the servants in the house look at me and I look at you, wondering whether they should go out or not.

Mo Ling waved his hand: "Go and wait outside. The prince and I want to catch up with the master. You pay attention to the time. Half an hour before the meal, tell the kitchen to prepare two more good dishes."

"Yes." With their own orders, the serving servants dared to take the next step and walked out of the room one by one.

Seeing this, Chang Qing's eyes widened, and he jokingly scolded these people for their short-sightedness, unable to see who is the real boss in the room.

"A group of people who make a living, master, why bother with them." Mo Ling invited Chang Qing to sit down, Chang Qing disliked the brazier in his room, and his appearance that he was about to hibernate.

"Thanks to Master's help for what happened not long ago." The outsider walked away cleanly, Xi Mojiu didn't need to continue to pretend to be stupid, and restrained his smirk, and said seriously.

"Small things." Chang Qing waved his hand indifferently.

No matter what Mo Ling said, he came back with a different face. He met the emperor the next day after returning to Beijing. His face was really unreasonable. Xi Mojiu and Mo Ling had already thought up various answers and plans.

During the face-to-face on the second day, the emperor just praised him a few words in front of everyone, and was not at all curious or weird about his changes.

Both Xi Mojiu and Mo Ling got the truth from the second prince in the end. It turns out that three days before they entered the palace, Chang Qing came to the palace to face the saint. The two had a secret conversation. The big change was made up by Mo Linglian Whatever, give me some names.

Who is Chang Qing? The emperor will question Chang Qing's words, so after Mo Ling entered the palace with a reborn body, the emperor did not show any doubts.

Chang Qing is haunted and haunted. Once she appears, something must happen.Xi Mojiu and Mo Ling fell silent for a moment, waiting quietly for Chang Qing to explain the reason for coming to the palace.

"Don't think too much, I'm just thinking about my good apprentice and daughter-in-law when I come here this time." Chang Qing stretched his hand into his clothes to scratch, his actions were rude, from casual to casual.

"I don't believe it." Xi Mojiu was categorical and cut off his words without saving face.

Xi Mojiu and Chang Qing have known each other for so long, but he still doesn't know what kind of temperament Chang Qing is.

"Tsk, it's boring. It's not fun. It's not fun." Chang Qing jumped onto the stool nimbly. He was thin and small, so he looked like a monkey squatting on a rockery in the zoo.

"Master, I beg you to explain the reason. Don't be a fool." Mo Ling grasped Chang Qing's hobby and said, "There are still several bottles of good wine buried in the wine cellar of the mansion, waiting to be appreciated by those who understand. It's someone else's mouth."

Chang Qingyan rolled his eyes again and again, and glanced here from the corner of his eye, obviously his heart was moved.He swallowed, and said expectantly: "Wangfu's fine wine will definitely not be bad. Who else in the world can taste better wine than the old man. Hurry up, take the old man to get the wine."

"Master, don't worry, you can drink, but you have to explain why you're here. I just can't pretend in my heart, it's not good to fill up my memory. Look, now Mo Ling doesn't know where the wine is." Mo Ling touched the heater in his clothes.

"Hmph, my dear student, come and tell me where the wine is."

"No." Xi Mojiu was not like Mo Ling who wanted to play word games, he opened his thin lips lightly, and said straightforwardly: "Master, make it clear, you can drink the wine in the wine cellar."

Thinking of the fine wine in the wine cellar, Chang Qing was so hungry and thirsty for a moment, he licked his lips and smiled.

"Talk about it, say it for sure! I'm here to tell you that the capital has changed recently! The mice in the cave are not going to hibernate, but are starting to dig holes instead. You need to be careful!"