Princess Sets Poison Again

Slowly, Yang Jingfeng's head responded to the meaning of Mo Beichen, and his eyes suddenly flickered.

Hua Yan raised her eyebrows, without shock or surprise.

Ming Lanqi stared at Mo Beichen with wide eyes, apparently disbelieving what he said.

Mo Beichen gave a dismissive glance at Ming Lan Qi, and said ruthlessly, "No matter whether I have a problem or not, it has nothing to do with you, you will only make me feel sick."

Naked words seemed to be sharp knives inserted into Ming Lan's seven hearts, which made her extremely embarrassed.

Without looking at the miserable eyes of Ming Lanqi, nor at the weird gaze of others, Mo Beichen went straight to their room with the beaver.

The **** looked at Mo Beichen's perfect profile, and couldn't help red eyes.

How could she be able to help him in this life?

"Okay, let's all disperse!" As soon as the two left, Huayan still rushed.

"I have to go back to sleep." Before waiting for them to leave, Hua Yan yawned and went back to the room on his own.

"It's so sleepy. I'll go back to the mountain. You can't save me snacks in the middle of the night." Gu Qun also yawned, watching Yang Jingfeng and Wen Yuner screaming, but this is not known To whom?

Liyue's face was iron-blue, and her forehead was straight.

Seeing that Li Yue's face was not good, Ming Lan Qi stepped forward timidly, "Master ..."

"Slap!" A sudden slap gave Ming Lan seven dizzy heads, and she stroked half of her face, looking at the moon with red eyes and aggrieved.

"I have to make a face for myself." Liyue was extremely disappointed with Ming Lan Qi this time, she completely ignored her, and left her sleeves.

Ming Lan Qi looked at the back away from the moon, and finally couldn't help crying.

Thinking of Mo Beichen's ruthless words and disgusted eyes, Ming Lan Qi's heart was even more aggrieved, and finally he crouched and started crying with arms.

In the room, the **** sitting at the table alone, in a daze.

"Don't take her words to heart." Mo Beichen sighed and took her into her arms to comfort him.

Bai Tan glanced at Mo Beichen with red eyes and said nothing, so he took a sip of osmanthus wine on the table.

"I'll drink with you." Mo Beichen grabbed the wine with distress.

"You can't drink." Beaver frowned, not willing to let go.

"I can accompany you." Mo Beichen insisted on sipping through the wine jar and took a sip of wine.

Mo Beichen took a sip, and Baitan snatched it again.

The two snatched them away, and most of the jars were gone in a while.

The beaver's head stunned and fell into Mo Beichen's arms, "Amo, I'm sorry."

Knowing that she was uncomfortable, Mo Beichen put on a blush and stroked her head, and said softly, "I'm sorry, without you I might never be married forever."

The beaver's nose was sour and he buried his face in his arms. "I will work hard."

Mo Beichen chuckled her forehead with a light smile, and smiled, "Fool, I love your people, not your body. Even if I can only do this for a lifetime, I am just as happy."

"Amo ..." Baitan raised his eyes, exposing his wet eyes to Mo Beichen touchingly.

She must have done something wonderful in her life, so God gave her to Amo.

Looking at her slightly drowsy and drunk eyes, Mo Beichen's eyes darkened, holding her head, and leaning down and kissing.

The entangled silhouette of the two was reflected in the screen, and the person outside the window instantly reddened his eyes.

Ming Lan looked at the silhouettes with certainty, and suddenly laughed at himself.

How stupid he is, only to feel that he doesn't love her, and who is so indifferent, but gave her a tender feeling, she still can't see clearly.

How could a man so proud of him be able to play with each other, she was really stupid and stupid.

Ming Lan turned around with a stern face, disappearing in the forest like a walking dead.

...

Early in the morning the next day, Hua Yan, who was making medicated diet, suddenly remembered the jar of wine held by Mo Beichen last night, and was suddenly shocked. He immediately dropped the medicine jar and hurried to the house to dig a hole.

"Mo! North! Chen!" A moment later, an angry roar like Hong Zhong instantly rang through the whole mountain.

In the room, the **** in his sleep heard the shouting, and sat up from the bed in a huff.

"Is the old man calling you?" Bai Tan looked at Mo Beichen standing by the window, settled down, and rubbed his eyes.

"It's okay, you keep sleeping." Mo Beichen turned and gave Baitan a soothing look.

Where is the **** able to sleep, get out of bed and put on his shoes, and then walk to the window to look at it, suddenly a black line.

"Does the old man know?" Watching the rushing calyx in the yard, Baiju swallowed the gully with guilty conscience.

Mo Beichen rubbed her head, turned around and carried the empty wine jar out of the room.

"Your boy ..." Mo Beichen threw the empty wine jar to him before Hua Yan spoke.

Hua Yan shook the jar, and unconsciously picked up the jar and poured it into his mouth. After waiting for a long time, no drop of wine reached his mouth.

With a "snap", Hua Yan immediately smashed the empty wine jar angrily.

"It didn't even leave me a drop, and you two little things still have no conscience." Hua Yan was angry and stared at them both with anger and anger.

"Isn't it just a wine? What's stingy?" Baitan raised her eyebrows indifferently, pretending to be relaxed.

"Don't you dare to say it." Hua Yan jumped up suddenly. It was easy for him, it was so easy to get a good wine, and he didn't even want to drink it, so they were all made up.

"Okay, big deal. I'll cook for you later, it's an atonement." The **** narrowed his neck and patted his shoulder lightly.

As soon as Hua Yan's eyes brightened, she drooled and said, "I want to eat roast chicken."

The beaver's eyes twitched and looked at Huayan awkwardly. She pretended not to know her, and she wanted to show up everywhere.

"And also hibiscus fish corner and crispy bergamot." Without waiting for the beaver's promise, Hua Yan had to report two dish names.

"If you want to catch the fish yourself, if you want to catch the chicken yourself, I'm only responsible for cooking." The **** had a black line, and the old man's taste remained the same in ancient times.

For a delicious lunch, Huayu spent a whole morning busy catching chicken and fishing. Fortunately, there is nothing else in this mountain, but these wild goods are the most.

Soon Huayan got the ingredients that Baitan wanted.

Although he has n’t cooked for a long time, Baijue is still very skillful in making a few dishes, including several dishes named by Huayao. Of course, Baijui also made a few dishes that Mo Beichen loves to eat.

"I never knew you would still cook." Mo Beichen looked at a table and was surprised.

"Let's eat it, it's gone for a while." Bai Tan looked at the roast chicken in the left hand with a black line, the flower head of the fish head in the right hand, frowned a dish to Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen also saw the speed at which Huayao was eating vegetables, and frowned frantically, and began to grab him regardless of his image.

"This is mine." When Mo Beichen took away a plate of crispy bergamots, Hua Yan immediately dropped the roast chicken and grabbed it.

Where is Mo Beichen willing to give? The two grabbed and ate while eating. The **** had a terrible headache, and felt extremely relieved.

There was A Mo, and there was also an old man. She seemed to finally feel like home.