The regent walks with wind after his wedding

Chapter 117 The Prince Regent's Mansion Can't Even Eat Enough?

Mo Changhai waved his hand weakly: "The last time I offended King Qi for the big wedding, this time is not bad."

Mo Yunmei coughed a few times, and Mo Changhai frowned and ordered: "Go back to your room to rest first, and when you recover from your illness, copy the chapter on female virtues three times.

Since both King Qi and the official academy know about this, they must give them an explanation. "

"Yes." Mo Yunmei was very annoyed. According to her father's intention, she wanted to publicize the fact that she was punished for copying.In order to attribute this matter to her alone, sacrifice her personal reputation, and restore the reputation of the Mo family.

She swallowed her anger and said: "I also ask father to calm down and take care of your health."

Mo Changhai nodded, and Mo Yunmei stepped back.

"Come here, go to the Right Prime Minister's Mansion and ask the eldest lady to come back!"

The butler responded, and was about to leave when Mo Changhai stopped him: "You, go yourself!"

"Yes."

Mo Changhai reminded again: "Remember to be respectful, after all, it is the Right Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Yes."

When the butler came to Youxiang's mansion in a carriage, the sun had completely set.

The housekeeper stared at the closed gate of Xiangfu, and was stunned.Although it is already evening, isn't it too early to close the gate of the house now?

He was about to raise his hand to knock on the door when he stepped forward, remembering Mo Changhai's advice, he retracted his big thick hand.This is the gate of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, how can he take pictures of it alone?

He bent his index finger and tapped lightly: "Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

He didn't dare to use force, so the sound of knocking on the door was very low. After he kept knocking for a while, the door of the mansion finally opened a thin crack, revealing the head of a servant.The servant reprimanded impatiently: "Who are you knocking for?"

The butler accompanied him with a smiling face: "The villain is the housekeeper of Mo's house, and he came to pick up my eldest lady by the order of Mr. Mo."

The boy looked him up and down, and said impatiently: "Miss Mo and my miss have both fallen asleep!
The lady is sleeping, and even our master has never disturbed her. How can we servants have the guts to disturb her? Why don't we die? "

After he finished speaking, he retracted his head, and the door of the mansion closed again.

The butler shut the door, frowned, thought for a while, sighed, and left in a carriage.

The young servant just pressed his ears to the door, and when he heard the sound of the horse's crowing going away, he quietly opened a small crack, and saw that there was no one in front of the door.

He turned his head and said with a smile, "Sister Ying'er, he's gone."

"Good job!" Ying'er threw a piece of broken silver to him, "Miss rewards you."

"Miss Xie, reward!" The little servant happily put the money in his arms.

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In the Prince Regent's Mansion, Night Breeze was bringing two freshly made pastries to the guest room. This was already the fourth oven made in the kitchen.

He looked at several empty plates in the guest room, a little skeptical about life: "Genius doctor, have you... finished eating?"

Mo Li bit the plum blossom cake in her hand, and said, "Your eyes are not good? Are you eating without looking?"

Night Breeze swallowed: "Genius doctor, the rest of the cakes, you..."

"Of course I've finished eating, so why ask?" Mo Li looked like an idiot, and glanced at Night Breeze, "I think it's getting dark, so it's time for dinner?"

Night Breeze's jaw almost dropped in shock: "Genius doctor, you've already eaten so many pans of pastries, can you still swallow them?"

Mo Li stood up and patted his stomach: "See, Bian! Your regent's mansion is not so poor that you can't even eat enough, right?"

The corner of Night Breeze's mouth twitched. Does the genius doctor's appetite still belong to the category of human beings? Isn't he afraid of being stuffed to death?

"This subordinate will order someone to have dinner."

(End of this chapter)