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

The Nine Kings of the Southern Kingdom?Rumor has it that the youngest prince in the royal family of South China is a fool with an IQ of only a five-year-old child.How did he come back to the Southland.Bai Yuheng looked suspicious, and glanced at Mo Ling from the corner of his head. The man was drinking tea with his usual expression, without any curiosity, and avoided their conversation in obscurity.

Bai Yuheng asked back, "Is there anyone else?"

Xiu'er shook her head, thinking of Xi Mojiu's distressed look, her usual numb expression couldn't hold back her effort, just for a second, she said sternly: "The only one who came was the Nine Kings, and now he is throwing and rolling in the hall. I can't hold it anymore, I have to ask Your Highness to go quickly. The Nine Kings are noble but special, if something happens in our country, if Nanguo asks, I'm afraid it's because they want to incriminate it, so there's nothing wrong with it."

What good Xi Mojiu is doing in Beicheng!Isn't this adding trouble to others without waiting for someone to look around?The most important thing is that this person's mind is not normal, and if something happens to him, he will jump into the water of the Yellow River, and he will not be able to wash it away.

Mo Ling held the cup in his hand, lowered his head and sipped lightly, his eyes were hidden behind the floating mist, and his trembling eyelashes were black and blue.

Whenever Bai Yuheng talked about his marriage, someone disturbed him. Could it be that he was contaminated with something unknown this time out of the palace, which caused him to have such bad luck.

"Ling'er, I'm sorry for the time being, Ling'er, don't be angry, we'll talk about the matter of becoming a queen when I come back."

Xiu'er tidied Bai Yuheng's clothes, and Bai Yuheng spread his hands, looking at Mo Ling through the unstoppable angle of sleeve.

Mo Ling put down his cup, stood up and looked at Bai Yuheng, then looked away and said apologetically, "This trip, Mo Ling should accompany His Highness down. The purpose of the Nine Kings' visit has nothing to do with Mo Ling."

"Ling Ling! I want Ling Ling!" The solemn and solemn hall in the past is now bustling with excitement. A man in a royal blue costume is sitting on the ground lazily, his slender legs are bent, and his feet are "thump, thud, thump". Stomp hard.

The attack power of his feet is strong, and he doesn't let go of his hands. He clenched his fists with both hands, waved his small fists to drive away the air, and shouted: "Lady, Ling Ling! Want Ling Ling..."

Xi Mojiu seemed to be wound up by someone, and he couldn't stop the series of movements, and he didn't feel tired after howling for nearly half a quarter of an hour.

The few people who came in a hurry saw this scene, and their expressions naturally changed accordingly. Bai Yuheng strode forward with meteoric strides, forming a semicircle with cannibalistic glances, everyone was sweating profusely, but only persuaded his father-in-law Ladies.

Xi Mojiu's reputation for being so playful like this would have a great impact. Those who didn't know thought that they had done something outrageous in Beicheng, and it drove a fool crazy.

"The Nine Kings have something to say. If you want anything, I will send someone to you." Bai Yuheng persuaded him with good words, and squatted down to pull him away.

Xi Mojiu ignored it and shouted: "Zero zero zero zero..."

Bai Yuheng wanted to get closer to listen, but the beating heart of the courtiers in the North City rushed to intercept Bai Yuheng. Everyone here knew that Xi Mojiu was not an ordinary person. If His Highness went so hastily, what if he was accidentally scratched and scratched!

"Hey, Your Highness can't, let the servants wait." A palace maid said with a blushing face.

"Yes, yes, please wait, Your Highness. The Nine Kings are so innocent, and now they are crying and making noises. If you don't pay attention to scratching them later, it doesn't matter if the servants are rough and fleshy. You can You can't leave even the slightest scar." Eunuch Li was sweating profusely, ignoring the holy words and trying to help Bai Yuheng up, but before his hand was close to the person, he was only a few centimeters away, Bai Yuheng got angry and slapped his arm away.

"Wait back!"

"Your Highness!" There were still people trying to pull Bai Yuheng.

"Don't you understand what I'm talking about?" Bai Yuheng was threatening, and his eyes were raised in displeasure, and he saw the group of people who were eager to try to persuade him one by one.

Mo Ling stood at the back, and now everyone's eyes were on Xi Mojiu and Bai Yuheng, and no one would pay attention to him. The funny and flustered scene and Xi Mojiu's hard-working performance did not arouse Mo Ling's enthusiasm. With a hint of sympathy, he watched the play with a leisurely mood, and he couldn't help but hold the threshold, shoulders shrugged.

"Silver? Ninth King, do you want silver?"

Xi Mojiu whimpered and muttered something. Bai Yuheng couldn't hear his pronunciation clearly, so he roughly guessed what he said, and the possibility of money was more likely. After all, Xi Mojiu came to Beicheng alone, so he definitely didn't know how to bring money, even if he did, Based on his intelligence, it would be a matter of time before he was cheated out of his clothes. He had no food, no drink, and no money, so he made trouble in the palace.

Bai Yuheng felt that this explanation was reasonable, so he quickly called someone to fetch the silver taels.

Bai Yuheng comforted him clumsily, "Don't cry, don't cry, there is money."

Xi Mojiu's sobbing and shouting subsided a bit, he pulled his sleeves, and wiped his tears with the soft and slippery cuffs, Mo Ling was standing behind the crowd, Xi Mojiu's watery eyes met his gaze, and stayed for just a second.

It's my turn to play.

Mo Ling pulled off his clothes, pulled two strands of hair, and the black hair stuck to his face. He shouted "Msg. Gong!" with a jaw-dropping expression, pushing aside the onlookers and crawling to Xi Mojiu's side.

"Lingling! Lingling!" Xi Mojiu pursed his lips, and the volume of his crying was turned up to the maximum. He didn't need Bai Yuheng's persuasion, and he got up on the ground neatly. .

His eyes were burning hot, heartache and joy to communicate, Mo Ling twisted hard on the subway, his eye sockets suddenly turned red, the pain was not enough, so the tears with limited capacity could not flow out, giving people a feeling of bitterness that even if you want to cry, you can’t cry illusion.

Bai Yuheng seemed to be struck by thunder, he staggered back, his throat was so choked that he could hardly speak: "You, Ling'er, what is your relationship with the Nine Kings?"

Mo Ling wiped away the tears all over his face, and took Xi Mojiu's arm: "Master, please thank the King of Beicheng!"

Xi Mojiu looked confused, but after listening to Mo Ling's words, he looked back at Bai Yuheng pitifully with wet eyes, and said ignorantly: "Thank you, King Beicheng. When Jiu'er goes back, I will ask my father to give you a lot of things." For the king!"

Mo Ling stood on tiptoe lovingly and rubbed his head, the two looked at each other, only the other's figure could be seen in the eyes of heaven and earth, Bai Yuheng was about to vomit a mouthful of old blood, and the sleeves reached behind him to support him.

"Your Highness, please forgive Mo Ling for his crime of deception. Your Highness, I am the Ninth Concubine of the Southern Kingdom, and the main wife of the Nine Kings around me." Mo Ling held Xi Mojiu, waited for him to play with his fingers, and said with a smile.

Ling'er is a fool's wife!Bai Yuheng completely understood what Xi Mojiu was yelling, it wasn't "Yinyin" but "Lingling", Mo Ling's zero.

God made such a big joke with him, the beauty he fell in love with at first sight turned out to be someone else's wife, and the beauty's husband-in-law was a fool!

Seeing that Mo Ling didn't look like he was coerced into marrying, if Mo Ling was forced to marry by a fool relying on his status, Mo Ling wouldn't show such a brilliant color after seeing Xi Mojiu. He probably didn't even notice it himself. How much love is in the eyes when looking at Xi Mojiu.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for helping Mo Ling find the lord." Mo Ling cupped his fists in gratitude, and Xi Mojiu, who was on the side, was learning and selling, clasped his hands together, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for helping Jiu'er find Ling Ling."