My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 676: 2.112 Secret Confrontation

Qin Xuan sneered, "Once he got the evidence, the chickens and dogs in Qinfu will not stay."

"Qin Guilu, be careful about doing things in the future, you ... are not his opponents." Grandpa Qin smiled, and then left the woody chicken-like Qinlu as he stopped speaking, and turned away.

Qin Guilu didn't expect that the two boys had secretly played with the prince. He wiped the cold sweat on his head, and twitched his mouth with a bitter smile.

It turned out that his little movement was not bad, and all fell into the eyes of the boy, but he was still contented in the dark.

Qin Guilu had to serve the old, and now these young children are really worse than one.

Qin Er got into a carriage and read the place name coldly.

After the carriage came on the road, a large crowd of women cheering from the wind came out of the corner of the street. They were all running around to watch the Qinfu son, but unfortunately it was a half-slow, and only a mouthful of dust.

The carriage was parked outside a courtyard, far off the corner.

The driver didn't know what his owner wanted to wait for, but he didn't dare to ask more. He could only be a serpent and wait silently with the owner.

There was a small blue and white sedan chair at the door of the house. A young lady stood in front of the sedan accompanied by a girl, looking a little somber.

Qin Er waited silently in the carriage, and the lady stood waiting in front of someone else's house.

After waiting for a full hour and a half, lunch was over, the driver opened his mouth, and just shouted "Second Son" cautiously.

Just listening to that "creak", the gate of the mansion was suddenly opened inward.

The two figures accompanied each other and went out together, followed by two men, a girl and a guard.

Qin Er's deep eyes were locked across the carriage curtain, and he was so locked in the young girl who stepped out, with a sullen atmosphere.

Miss Qiao, is this what you look like?

What wooden Xiaobao is also a pseudonym.

Qin Erzi's cold eyes fell on the little hand of the girl Qiao held by the prince, and her instinct was uncomfortable.

How could this soft and pleasant hand be held by another man?

Deep in my heart, as if something had been torn open, and I was a little uncomfortable.

Qin Erguang looked at the two men coldly, and the sword and sword in his eyes almost poured down.

So much that--

Qiao Mu and Mo Lian both turned to look at the carriage.

Across the thick carriage curtain, the eyes of the two men intersect coldly in a straight line.

Xu Yan, Qin Er tightened his fist, "Back to the house."

For some reason, the driver felt that the air around him seemed to be cold for a few minutes.

Originally, it was the winter moon. At this time, he couldn't help sneezing several times, rubbing his nose, quickly driving into the carriage, and heading back to Qinfu.

"Who is in that car?" Qiaomu pulled the prince's sleeve and asked curiously.

"Irrelevant people." Mo Lian's gaze went with the carriage. After a while, she retracted her gaze and looked down at Qiao Mu, "don't bother."

Qiao Mu did not follow up. The two had eaten and planned to go out for a walk.

She just gave him four ebony placeholders full of winter fruit, and it was a little funny to talk about the fifty winter fruit trees.

The ball is like a fool, and it has to speed up growth and speed up the harvest of winter fruit.

After picking a few rounds of fruit, the tree didn't know if something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)