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

Mo Ling, who didn't know his situation, didn't dare to act rashly. He endured a headache and looked around vigilantly. There were wooden tables, wooden chairs, lanterns 1.1 meters away, and people in ancient costumes kneeling on the ground. There was no doubt that he was traveling through time. up!

Mo Ling is no stranger to time travel. After all, he has a friend whose ability is to travel at will. He often hears that the kid is going here today or the day after tomorrow. .

The question is, isn't he eaten by piranhas?How can cross it?

"Wang Wangfei." When Mo Ling was thinking, a trembling voice came from the door.

princess?Is this calling him?The corner of Mo Ling's mouth twitched and he turned his head to look at the old man outside the door, and said in a hoarse voice with a hoarse voice, "Say it."

"Princess, do you still feel unwell now? The old slave has already sent someone to invite Doctor Jiang." The housekeeper bent down and said, for some reason, he was afraid to look directly at Mo Ling.

"Me?" Mo Ling tore off the quilt, got out of the bed, and stepped on the cold floor with bare feet: "I'm fine, you all get up."

Then, under the surprised eyes of the housekeeper and the servants, he walked barefoot to the table and poured tea for himself, and he couldn't wait to drink it. The ice-cold tea passed through his throat as if it had been frosted. After feeling comfortable all of a sudden, he quickly poured himself a cup of tea.

Finally, come alive.

"Please forgive me, my concubine." A discordant female voice said at the right time, her body trembling, "It's my servant who is ignorant and forgot to pour tea for the concubine. This servant will punish herself."

As he said that, he slapped himself a few times, and his movements were too fast to stop.Mo Ling was still confused by her words, and he was frightened by this woman's ferocity.

The maid was still slapping herself, only a few slaps, her pretty face was already red and swollen, one can imagine how hard the blow was, Mo Ling quickly stepped forward and grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing! Is self-mutilation fun? Did I say that I would punish you?" Mo Ling frowned and said, he glanced at the people in the room: "I told you to get up, why are you still kneeling? And you, why don't you stop me?" she?"

The few people closest to the self-punishing maid looked at Mo Ling with puzzled eyes, as if they didn't understand what he just said?

The princess actually felt sorry for them?No, this must be an illusion. How could this cruel master feel sorry for these humble slaves? To him, their lives are as worthless as the grass on the roadside.

Although everyone thought this way, they couldn't say it out. They got up slowly, and all of them lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Mo Ling, for fear that he would slap him in the next moment.

"You, come here." Mo Ling pointed to the butler, beckoning him to come over, the butler hesitated for half a second, just as he took a step, suddenly a hand stained with sugar water stood in front of the butler, and the owner of the hand went out from behind the door.

A boy about seventeen or eighteen years old was holding a messy candied haws in his left hand, and the other was standing in front of the housekeeper. The corner of the boy's mouth was still sticking to red sugar juice.

His eyes were red, like a frightened little white rabbit.

The young man trembled slightly under Mo Ling's scrutinizing gaze, but his eyes were unexpectedly firm. He said fiercely, "Bad guy, don't bully the housekeeper grandpa. Otherwise, Jiu'er will be angry. Jiu'er is angry, angry... ...."

The boy forgot the following words, thought for a while before continuing, "If you are angry, you will cry, then you will be angry too, and I will be able to piss you off!"

......What?Is this man a fool?

The housekeeper was moved by the boy's actions and tears filled his eyes. He wiped away the tears in a panic, and covered the boy's mouth to prevent him from continuing. He said sorry to Mo Ling with the attitude of "I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell" : "Princess, please forgive the prince's unintentional words. He is still a child. If he wants to punish you, it is enough to punish the old slave."

"You..." Mo Ling couldn't take it anymore, it seems that he hasn't said anything since he woke up, right?What are these people thinking about!

Wait, he is the princess?Is this boy a prince?Is it possible...

"Master?" Mo Ling suddenly yelled for some reason.

"You!" The boy opened his eyes wide, hiccupped and didn't catch his breath, his eyes turned white and he fainted from fright.

"My lord! My lord!" A group of people shouted in fear, but Mo Ling still didn't dare to make any big moves, but he looked at him with seven parts of fear and three parts of anger.

"Princess, this old servant knows that you are unwilling to marry the lord because the lord is somewhat inferior to ordinary people, but you can't harm him either." The housekeeper burst into tears, as if he hadn't expected that Mo Ling would be so vicious and kill his husband.

"I don't seem to have done anything yet? He's dizzy himself!" Mo Ling avenged his injustice, but it's a pity that the butler blocked everything from him with excuses, and the look in his eyes became more and more disappointed, and there was a bit of a prince who would fight him desperately if he had anything to do. Stance.

"Housekeeper, Imperial Physician Jiang is here." The guard at the door hurriedly brought in the old man with the medicine box.

"Princess, old slave..."

"Stop, stop, you'd better show him first." Mo Ling pointed at Xi Mojiu who was being helped to bed with a headache, ignoring the imperial doctor's eyes.

The Ninth Concubine is notoriously terrifying, only the Ninth Prince is an idiot, it’s not a short time to abuse the Prince, but I didn’t expect him to be so ruthless when he woke up, Imperial Physician Jiang sighed, and took Xi Mojiu’s pulse very pitifully.

Well, Mo Ling had no choice but to support his forehead, and there was another unclear explanation.What did the original owner do?Make everyone so afraid of him?

Mo Ling's life on the first day of traveling was not good, he spent the first day busy, Xi Mojiu was carried away at night, Mo Ling didn't ask where he was, and let them take him away. Go, he believed that as soon as he opened his mouth, these people would have to make up some weird things.