The Story of a Stroppy Princess

Cao Qing'er looked at Huayue Ling angrily: "Linger, if you really do this, Wang Ye will be crazy. In his heart, you are much more important than the child!"

Huayue Ling looked at the top of the bed, she was lucky, and hoped that Wushuang could feel the two were not suitable, and let her go, then she could rest with Wang Ye at ease. +++ Girls must go to the website www.wuxiaspot.com Please search for (品% 书 ¥¥ 网) Look at the most complete! Newest Fastest Novel

"Mo Wushuang really does. What do you do when you go out in this kind of weather? Is it also called love?" Cao Qing'er really said more and more angry.

"Hehe, Qinger, I'm fine, he, how is he?" Huayue Ling wanted to know about Nangong Yu.

"Can you do it? Either write or just watch the snowscape silly, sometimes I have to go out and see you, hey, torture." Cao Qing'er sighed. "Linger, why not talk to Mo Wushuang again? Why three people? pain."

"Qinger, why don't I want to, but Wushuang's mood is not stable yet, I always feel that we have deceived him, it is difficult to accept the facts, time can heal everything, and I will also gradually enlighten him." Brow heart.

"This time is really cruel. I know that you are here to help your son. Mo Wushuang is going crazy. If you do n’t know Dameng, you will have to be charred. We are bothering you and the three kings." Cao Qinger knows Huayue Ling How tangled.

"Oh, don't say that, I can't handle my conscience, forget it, don't mention these unhappy things, how do you get along with your Highness? The wedding is sweet, right?" Hua Yueling smiled at her.

Cao Qing'er's face turned red immediately, thinking that the guy had to toss her several times every night, she felt very speechless, but her heart was happy, which also showed that he loved her very much.

"That's it. He's been very busy lately, and he's worried about it, and he doesn't see anyone during the day." Cao Qing'er knew that Jimo Zi was making preparations. In case of chaos, he also had to leave himself a back road.

"Then you comfort him well, Wushuang side should be fine now, but his father and king side, after knowing the truth, will he care about things of orthodox descent." Huayue Ling turned his head.

"Zi Xun told me that the most likely replacement is the four prince Yelu Yingmu, but he has a hand injury now. As long as there is no movement years ago, Zi Xun is also at ease. If anything is wrong, he will, "Cao Qing'er made a killing move.

"Prince Yingmu is indeed a threat, let His Royal Highness pay more attention." Hua Yueling thought of those uncomfortable eyes.

"Well, in fact, I mean don't be the king, but Ziyi is unwilling." Cao Qinger flattened his mouth.

"Oh, how can he be willing? He suffered a lot, and for us Dayue, Your Highness has become a king in our favor, you have to help him." Hua Yueling considered more because As a criminal police officer, she must be headed by national interests. This is her occupational disease. For the country, she can sacrifice everything. What is her pain?

Cao Qing'er shouted, "Linger, you really love Dayue."

"Dayue has our relatives and friends. Of course, you have to maintain it. Do you want to see them suffering from the war?" Huayue Ling smiled slightly. She saw too much of the suffering of the war, and she absolutely hated it. It is righteous to sacrifice three people for the well-being of the people.

Cao Qing'er looked at Huayue Ling's soft but strong face and was moved by her. She nodded and said, "I'm also Dayue's son and daughter, I understand. I must help His Highness sit on the throne." Cao Qing'er's eyes glanced Killing intention.

Hua Yueling nodded with a smile, a Cao Qinger could reach an army, as long as she was beside Jimo Ziyu, it was not successful.

The two chatted for a long time, only came back to Mo Wushuang, brought in a cold wind.

"Wushuang, where have you been? No one knows Linger's stomachache." Cao Qinger rebuked Mo Wushuang.

Mo Wushuang had already smelled the taste of Chinese medicine when he came in, and he couldn't help worrying in his eyes. He quickly walked to the side of Huayue Ling's bed and said, "Linger, what happened?"

Huayue Ling smiled softly at him: "It's okay, the doctor said that the fetal gas was moved and let me settle down." Huayue Ling was very depressed. Generally speaking, the first three months were relatively easy to be unstable. This has been happening for many months.

"How did you move your baby's breath?" Mo Wushuang suddenly looked hard.

"I don't know. My stomach suddenly hurts when you go out, but now it's okay, you've taken the medicine, don't worry." Huayue Ling smiled softly at him, "It's so cold outside, why don't you have much Get dressed and go out. "

Mo Wushuang didn't blame him for seeing Huayue Ling, and he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. In fact, he was upset, went out to practice, and vented his depression in the open place.

"Wushuang, when you come back, I'll go first." Cao Qing'er was inconvenient to stay, but looked frustrated and left first.

"Qinger, are you coming tomorrow?" Huayue Ling asked quickly.

"Come! Otherwise how lonely you are alone." Cao Qing'er satirized Mo Wushuang.

Mo Wushuang was slightly embarrassed and sent Cao Qing'er out, "Thank you for taking care of Linger."

"Wushuang, it's not that I want to say you. Linger is so for you. If you really love her, don't make her too painful. I really doubt you are jealous or love, hey." Cao Qinger turned and walked away, and there was her outside Attendant, got into the sedan chair and returned directly to Prince's House.

Mo Wushuang watched her leave, and quickly returned to the room, took off his coat, and sat in front of Huayue Ling in pain: "Linger, I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose your temper."

"Wushuang, I'm fine, you can't stay away from me for a moment." Huayue Ling quickly shook his head and held his big hand, "What are you going to prepare?"

Mo Wushuang stunned, what is it? Then I remembered that he was talking about preparing for the wedding, but that was just what he said. He suddenly felt no excitement about the wedding he had been expecting.

When Mo Wushuang looked at Hua Yueling's beautiful phoenix that seemed to be looking forward a little, the sound of a minion sounded outside.

"Mr. Prince, please."

Mo Wushuang and Huayue Ling were a little stunned, and Mo Wushuang walked to the door and said, "Tell the king, I'm not free today, what's the matter, let's talk tomorrow."

The minions outside suddenly choked. This Mozi seemed too brave, and the king did not ask.

"You tell the king, my lady has a stomachache, so I'm not in a position to leave." Mo Wushuang looked at him in surprise, added a sentence, turned around and closed the door.

"Wushuang, I'm fine, you go, I can just lie down." Huayue Ling guessed that maybe the king wanted to know more about Mo Wushuang.

"I won't go." Mo Wushuang refused directly, finished taking off his underwear, got into the quilt, held Huayue Ling in his arms, and put his hands on her belly gently, scaring Huayue Ling all over. shake.

"Do you feel better?" Mo Wushuang slowly conveyed the internal force, making Huayue Ling feel that his stomach was surrounded by warm current, and he felt much more comfortable.

"Well, Wushuang, don't blame yourself, I'm really fine." Huayue Ling looked at him without unbroken brows.

"I won't lose your temper in the future. We will talk to Dayue about your marriage." Mo Wushuang considered it.

"Why?" Hua Yueling was surprised. Didn't he really want to be his mother right away?

"I want to think about it, let's wait for you to give birth to a child. Besides, we should always have relatives watching when we become married. Hong Bo and Xiaomi must want to see it." Mo Wushuang gave himself an excuse.

Hua Yueling was actually relieved, looking at his twinkling eyes and nodding: "Okay, you can do whatever you like, I have no opinion."

Mo Wushuang looked at her bright and tender little face, and held her tightly in her arms, no matter whether he was jealous or hate, he hoped that she would not leave him and let him be selfish.

Because Huayue Ling's stomach was unstable, although the two shared the same bed, there was no further relationship. Mo Wushuang always fell asleep later than Huayue Ling, and then kept covering her with a quilt, afraid she might catch cold. When he got up the next day, he was wearing big panda eyes, but this time he won't make himself sick, he will adjust his breath before getting up.

To the surprise of the two, the king did not send someone to find Mo Wushuang the next day, so Mo Wushuang was always with Huayue Ling in Enning Palace, while Huayue Ling was lying in bed and was taken care of.

Cao Qinger also came to chat with Huayue Ling as usual, but because of Mo Wushuang, they could only chat. Cao Qinger stuffed Huayue Ling with a note, of course, the love letter was written by the three kings. Did not dare to stay, let Qinger burn.

This day, Mo Zixi came in a hurry and told Hua Yueling and Mo Wushuang a message: The king was seriously ill.

Huayue Ling suddenly sat up from the bed and said, "How is that possible?" They did not receive any movement in the palace. In retrospect, no wonder the king did not call Mo Wushuang, it seemed to be sick.

"I'll take a look." Mo Wushuang yelled at Jimo immediately.

"Woushuang, don't hide from you that I am bound to win the throne. Although you are my prince, I can't let it!" Jimo Zi looked at Mo Wushuang sharply.

"Hum, do you think I will grab it?" Mo Wushuang sneered.

"No, I know you won't, but I'm afraid there are traps. You have to know that your mother-in-law is not a fuel-efficient lamp!" Jimo pouted the corner of his mouth and smiled with absolute cold blood.

Mo Wushuang yelled: "Is she a ghost?"

"I haven't found out yet, although the father has always been in poor health, he won't be able to fall asleep all of a sudden. Otherwise, if I don't feel right these days, everyone will be caught in the drum." Jimo shouted.

"Isn't the king early every day?" Huayue Ling startled.

"Linger, because of the heavy snowfall, the early dynasty has been cancelled. The court officials who reported on something will report to the Royal Study Room at noon. This is the rule of Dameng in winter." Jimo Ziling said to Huayue Ling.

"Is she trying to kill her husband and threaten her son? This seems unjustifiable." Huayue Ling raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mo Wushuang.

"I don't think so." Jim Zizhen looked at Mo Wushuang. "She is now in close contact with the great prince. I am afraid that if she persecutes Wushuang, she will have other conspiracy."