Immortal Wife Quite Adorable

Mo Chujin glanced at Mo Ningxue. This glance seemed to carry a lot of depth, unwillingness to part, and a hint of parting — —

Mo Ningxue automatically ignored his gaze, and laughed with Mo Chuyao.

Chu Qing, if you don't have a good time, come and find Big Brother. Big Brother will always open the door for you — — Mo Chujin finally spoke out the words in his heart.

Mo Ningxue paused for a moment, then nodded her head.

He paused for a moment, then slowly walked out. Perhaps this meant that she would never look back at him again. A bitter smile appeared on his face.

Elder sister, Chuyao did not manage to protect you well. Her face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled with tears.

Mo Ningxue shook her head. Chuyao, you are too stupid. How could she let a child blame herself like that? It was as if she was the one who should be ashamed!

Mo Chuyao shook her head and looked at Mo Ningxue. Big sister, what's wrong with your clothes?

It's okay, I, that Prince, you — Mo Ningxue looked at Yue Molu who was suddenly holding his up in his arms and was slightly surprised.

However, he finally frowned.

Yue Molu sighed, you are not feeling well, go to my room first. When a strand of his black hair landed on Mo Ningxue's face, his heart trembled as he looked at her sexy and enchanting expression. Alright, the charm of a handsome guy was always limitless.

Mo Chuyao looked at Yue Molu's back and smiled with gratification.

Chuyao.

Big brother, what is it? Mo Chuyao's eyes flickered, her small face very playful.

However, he could only shake his head. His clear eyes were filled with confusion for a moment. Why, why did he feel that she had changed? But what could a child become?

With the help of a servant girl, Mo Ningxue changed her clothes and walked out. Chuyao, if you don't return to Mo Family, won't you regret it? And there was also the Third Madame —

She really liked that Third Madame that was as gentle as jade. If Mo Chuyao didn't return to the Mo Family, wouldn't that mean that it would implicate her?

Mo Chuyao shook her head, her expression as calm as usual. Elder sister, don't worry, my mother is as gentle as water, the Marquis Mo likes her dearly, so he wouldn't be so angry with her over this matter.

Mo Ningxue was startled. Chuyao, you've grown up.

Mo Chuyao grinned, embraced Mo Ningxue's arm, and said coquettishly, "Thank you elder sister."

Mo Ningxue and the others burst out laughing, they had just praised you have grown up, then they started acting coquettishly.

However, her voice was clear and her eyes were filled with concern. 'At first, Ning Xue, how do you feel?'

Mo Ningxue shook her head. I feel much better now. Her eyes were large and pure, and had a delicate, pitiful look to them. She wore pink clothes that made her skin even whiter. She had a smile on her lips, and her thin lips were small but sexy.

Prince —

Shen Feng, how's your investigation going? Yue Molu sat on the main seat as he lazily drank his tea. His black hair drifted along his shoulders as his long and narrow eyes faintly narrowed. His appearance was exceptionally enchanting.

Reporting to the Prince, this subordinate had already investigated the guards who had brought Miss Mo Family to the Sky Prison just now. Originally, they had refused to answer, saying that the Prince did not say where they were being held, but seeing that they were being stubborn, the Prince was angry, and brought them to the lower grade prison.

However, one of the guards accidentally leaked out that Miss Mo had given them some silver taels and told them to take care of the two ladies. Shen Feng cupped his hands and revealed everything that he had investigated.

Yue Molu was still very lazy, but the hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped, and his fingertips turned white.

He firmly spat out three words, which determined the life and death of these people. Mo Ningxue shook her head. She wouldn't care about the safety of others, she only cared about Chuyao and herself.

Chuyao, come here. Yue Molu waved his hand at Mo Chuyao, causing Mo Chuyao to pucker his lips, and after hesitating for a bit, he walked forward.

It was only because I was angry that I said something like that. Do you blame me for being my teacher? Yue Mo Lu also spoke sincerely, with his eyes full of love for Mo Yuyao, he extended his hand to caress her head. "All he said was, don't call me master, and they'll think of it as expelling her from the sect. Ai —

Mo Chuyao shook her head, her voice low. For this calamity to befall Chuyao, she had to thank her master, allowing Chuyao to have a good sister.

Yue Molu's expression softened a lot as he continued to head back to the Duke Palaces to thank the Musician Naihe for saving his life.

Mo Chuyao cupped her fist and nodded, the petite girl walked up to him and suddenly knelt down, Chuyao thanked him for saving her brother's life. After saying that, she kowtowed.

However, there was a touch of gentleness in her clear eyes. She extended her hand and Mo Chuyao stood up. There was a hint of helplessness in her voice.

Mo Ningxue was also well aware that there would be no place for him to stay in the future. Mo Chuyao at least had a palace, since she was the prince's disciple. It seemed that she really should support herself.

Prince, since we've already agreed to teach Snow Congealing Holy Qi, then, is there nothing we can do to take away Ning Xue? However, he could do nothing as he finally looked at Yue Molu who stood at the side and seemed to have completely ignored him.

Yue Molu gave a smile that was not a smile. To be honest, Ning Xue is this king's would-be wangfei, moreover, the day after tomorrow is royal brother's birthday. The Musician Naihe must be very busy.

Mo Ningxue frowned, when did she agree to be his would-be wangfei? Was she as famous as that treacherous Mo Zhiling? Who cares? She felt slightly unhappy in her heart.

However, he cupped his hands and smiled. What the Prince said was true. The Emperor's birthday was over, so he had no choice but to come and fetch Ning Xue. Unfortunately, he had to take his leave first. After he finished speaking, before he left, his elegant figure looked deeply at Mo Ningxue. Quasi-wangfei? Would she agree?

Seeing that she could not leave, Mo Chuyao found an excuse to slip away. Mo Ningxue was angry at the little traitor, and wanted to grab her and beat her up.

Yue Molu reached out his hand, and Ning Xue'er came over.

Mo Ningxue did not move. This was clearly calling him a puppy! She pursed her lips, seeming to be angry as a wife.

Yue Molu shook his head in amusement, he reached out his hand, and Mo Ningxue was already in his embrace, sitting on his leg. This gesture was very ambiguous, and it made Mo Ningxue's face flush red.

Yue Molu, what exactly do you want? Mo Ningxue was displeased in her heart, and immediately retorted loudly.

What, not even marrying this king yet you dare to be so presumptuous? Do you want to spank me? Yue Molu really reached out and slapped her butt twice.

Mo Ningxue was embarrassed and embarrassed. Her struggling body was still locked up and unable to move.

Yue Molu's mouth quickly sealed hers. He didn't know why, but it seemed like he wanted more and more to hug her in his arms. He didn't know why but his heart was filled with a certain desire, a desire to have her. Especially when he saw Mo Chujin and he could not help but look at her, he really wanted to pull her over and swear that she was his, and that no one else should peek.

Mo Ningxue's small hands resisted in front of his chest, and she was at a loss of what to do. Why did he become more and more domineering? She didn't seem to have said what she was planning to do.

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Miss Spirit, are you alright? The servant quickly stepped forward to help Mo Zhiling up.

It's okay, help me out for a walk. Mo Zhiling's eyes were filled with gentleness as she gave a fitting smile.

Where does Miss Spirit want to go?

Is the Prince at home?

Miss Ling, the prince is in his sleeping quarters.

Take me to —

Mo Ningxue only felt a sense of suffocation, that kind of dizziness brought her more of a feeling, that her senses were abnormally trembling.

Ning Xue, marry me to become your consort? Looking at the flushed face of the girl in his embrace, Yue Molu suddenly felt as if his heart had been melted by her.

I —

A figure's expression changed as he stood outside the door. He tightly clenched his fist before releasing it. Ning Xue shall agree to the prince.

Mo Zhiling's appearance interrupted Mo Ningxue's words. She appeared to be well-mannered and generous, her face still pale, but she still had a feeling of superiority. It was just that Mo Zhiling had a hint of jealousy on his face the moment she saw Mo Ningxue in Yue Molu's embrace.

When had she ever had such an honor? She had always thought that Yue Molu had a cold personality and didn't like being intimate with others, so up until now, he had almost never touched his own hands. Yet, he was hugging this woman and talking to his intimately. What did this mean?

Mo Zhiling's heart suddenly felt extremely sour. So this was the so-called depths of love.

Mo Ningxue frowned when she saw Mo Zhiling's appearance. This woman always spoke with a feeling of superiority, as if every word she said was a gift. She was so much like her mistress's gift that it made her uncomfortable.

She pushed Yue Molu's embrace away and stood up with a fitting smile on her face.