Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

Scenery raised his hand and held his forehead, "I never thought about killing, you don't have to compare with him in this aspect."

"No need to compare." Mo Qing's eyes curled slightly, "He is not my opponent."

"Being confident... is a good thing." She didn't expect that Mo Qing, who didn't seem to talkative, seemed to be a different person when she encountered something related to Duanmu Xuan.

Mo Qing smiled, "Now that the result of their discussion has come out, do you want to listen?"

"Yes!" She looked at him expectantly.

"You kiss me and I'll tell you."

The scenery was stunned and glared at him, "You can really choose time to negotiate terms."

Having said that, she still stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips. The little kiss ended, and she was about to leave, but he hugged her body, which further deepened the kiss.

After a long time, Mo Qing stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, her blushing cheeks were reflected in her eyes, and he was in a good mood. "Duan Muxuan said that he would take Qiao Ling back to the palace for imprisonment, and wait until the Yamen has a next step. As we progress, let's talk about whether Qiao Ling is guilty."

"Bring it back to the palace...acquisition?" Isn't that just taking it back to Haosheng to take care of it?

Mo Qing said: "The Yamen people are afraid of Duanmu Xuan's identity as the fourth prince, and can only let Qiao Ling leave temporarily."

Well, this result is not unexpected. Since Duanmu Xuan is here, she can be sure that Qiao Ling will be fine. Since the excitement is over, she has no interest in staying here, holding him. She said sweetly: "Then let's leave."

Mo Qing nodded, because the people in the yamen have already left, they don’t need to be as cautious as when they came, and because Wenrouxiang suddenly died, all the girls and subordinates listened to Qiuniang’s teaching in the hall. It.

Feng Guang and Mo Qing walked on the uninhabited corridor without hurriedly holding hands, and a man rushed out unpreparedly. Feng Guang was taken aback and shrank to Mo Qing's side.

Mo Qing touched the top of her head to comfort her, "It's a payment."

Sure enough, it was the payment that suddenly landed with light work. He walked over and wiped his eyes in disbelief when he saw a man and a woman so close in front of him.

Mo Qing already asked: "Something?"

"I, I, I..." Fu Xiang stammered, "Brother Mo, I didn't bring this girl out on purpose."

"Yeah." Mo Qing's attitude was very cold.

Fu Xiang was not sure whether he blamed himself, and said carefully: "I came to Qiao Ling, but I didn't expect..."

Fu Xiang talked to Mo Qing, and the scenery was too lazy to interrupt. Suddenly, a cat huddled against the wall attracted her attention. She let go of Mo Qing's hand, and Mo Qing saw that she was just squatting on the side. After playing with the cat, I can rest assured that there is no more control.

The corner was full of weeds, and the scenery casually pulled a dog’s tail to tease the cat. After a while, the cat meowed. Maybe it was annoying. It got up from the ground and walked around the corner. Go far.

Mo Qing, who had never relaxed and stared at her, reminded, "Scenery, don't go far."

"Oh..." While she agreed, she walked to the corner of the corridor. She held the wall and stretched her head to look at it. When she saw it, she suddenly called.

Soon, she was hugged from behind, and Mo Qing covered her eyes and whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, I am here."

Fu Xiang, who followed, also saw the scene in front of him. It was the second village master of Heifengzhai. He was accustomed to the big wind and waves. He couldn't help but be surprised, "What is this...?"

I saw this dim and depressed scene, which is different from the bright and gentle town separated by a wall. This is a desolate and desolate cemetery. The cemetery is not terrible. The terrible thing is that there are hundreds of people here. The word tombstone, what is even more bizarre is that on each tombstone, there is a worn-out rag doll, some of the silk thread has fallen off, and the rag doll fell on the dirty ground.

On the cemetery where the wind blew, even the weeds did not grow, another rag doll broke the thread and fell on the soil.