Chapter 147 The third watch, Empress Mozhu, did not die early ([-])

"Ask Shi, what's the matter?" Mo Jinyu's voice was still beautiful, but he himself didn't even move his head.

The last time he turned his head to ask, he saw that Wen Shi was pinching a scorpion the size of an adult's arm to squeeze out white body fluids. That scene really irritated his eyes and made him no longer curious about Mo Xiaoyao's behavior.

"My lord, I'm afraid there is an organ behind this door. I asked Shi Xian to go in and have a look. Would you like to stand under this corridor for a while?"

Mo Xiaoyao walked up to Mo Jinyu in a few steps, still asking in the most respectful voice, ignoring the twitching corners of Mo Jinyu's mouth in front of him, and while ordering him, his eyes had already glanced behind the half-covered door. of the residual rope.

"be careful."

Mo Jinyu wanted to say something at first, but seeing the waiter in front of him eager to try, the original interrogative sentence naturally transitioned to a sentence of caution.

"Young master, if you stand here, you will be able to enter in less than half a stick of incense."

Mo Xiaoyao didn't take this sentence to heart at all, instead of worrying about her own safety, she was more worried about the young man in front of her who could cough with just a little wind.

In order to save time, Mo Xiaoyao demonstrated what it means to be sympathetic without any gentlemanly grace.

She lifted the hem of her skirt that covered her bottom, raised her foot and kicked at the bamboo door of the teaching house.

I only heard squeaks, squeaks, pricks, plops, and clatters.

There was complete silence at the door.

A gleam flashed in Mo Xiaoyao's eyes, and a few seals were quickly formed on his hands.

Mo Jinyu saw all kinds of light balls mixed with various powders, inks, and cold water collected by Wenshi along the way fly into the door tremblingly.

His heart also flew up tremblingly, and sure enough, the next moment, ghosts and wolves were howling from inside the door.

Mo Xiaoyao returned to stand behind the expressionless Mo Jinyu with a straight face.

She looked at the person she was going to treat as a cow and a horse with a serious face, and her tone of voice was still that of the cowardly and timid servant Zheng Taiyin:
"My lord, the way ahead is clear, do you think you should go in now, or later?"

Think of Mo Jinyu as the son of a prince, and his mother is also the distant cousin of the current king, who is the most honorable prince with the same surname among the princes.

The market he has seen since he was a child, not to mention that he can talk and laugh happily, at least he can do it without changing his face.

But at this time, he heard all kinds of ghosts crying and howling from inside the door, and then looked at the serious face in front of him, but his eyes were full of laughter and cursing.

I don't know if it's because today's stimulation was a little too big, and the frequency was a little high. Mo Jinyu, who has always set himself up as a rigorous and noble person, didn't hold back—— laughed out loud.

The person who was originally like a banished fairy suddenly showed a smile like a mortal. Even if Mo Xiaoyao was a stone, he couldn't help being amazed.

Seeing the shadow of himself in the eyes of his personal servant, Mo Jinyu blushed slightly, then suppressed his smile, and regained the elegance and thoughtfulness that a nobleman should have:

"Let's... let's go in later. The clan sisters should need some time to tidy up."

His narrow smile still flashed brightly in his eyes, making Mo Xiaoyao suddenly feel that the first time he met that young man who looked like a banished fairy who could only be seen from afar was a fake...

(End of this chapter)

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