Quickly wear the white moonlight: Your Majesty, hold on

Chapter 114 This Emperor Is Slightly Infatuated ([-])
The system understood in seconds, and felt her every stroke seriously.

【Did you hide something when you were in space】

After finishing writing, Mo Xiaojiu spread out his palm, raised his paw and pressed it, enduring the slight itchiness, feeling that his little paw was writing seriously.

【We are being watched...】

In the long night, in the dark room, no one knew that they were communicating in silence, one person and one mouse.

When she learned that her memory was only temporarily sealed by it, rather than cleared, she offered to have it restore her memory.It hesitates.

[Recover, so that I can know the situation more completely, I will treat it as if I have not recovered my memory, anyway, the people who monitor us will not know whether I have memory or not]

【All right】

When the dusty memory was opened, scenes followed one after another, and the last picture was frozen on Nangong Ling's heavy word "My Wife", which made my heart hurt.

That was Murong Zui.

He came looking for her, but she didn't know him, how hurtful.

The system pulled her finger worriedly.

She patted its head comfortingly, and wrote: "Nothing, sleep first, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

She said she was going to sleep first, but she didn't fall asleep, but slowly cleared her mind.

The boss doesn't want her to practice spiritual power.

Even if the boss can see what she is doing, he will definitely not watch her all the time. For example, she pretended to be asleep in the dark just now, but she was "secretly hiding" with the system under the quilt. The boss must not know.

For some reason, Gao Ziyu became a demon cultivator, and somehow he learned that she traveled to different planes to perform tasks, and could still come to the plane where she was.

Murong Zui can also go to her plane to find her.

Thinking too much gave Mo Xiaojiu a headache.

Her heart moved, Lingsheng's cultivation was still there, Qijue taught her to cultivate with the method of soul from the very beginning, so her soul would not be destroyed, and her cultivation would not be destroyed.

Then if she continues to practice, will she be able to face the boss one day?

build!It must be fixed!
……

The next day, Prince Dongfang Mingqing went to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Mo Xiaojiu had just washed up and dressed neatly when Qu Xinmei came, with a rare smile on his face: "These days, the prince has been sending rare medicinal materials in a steady stream, and the imperial doctor has also left a few resident Prime Minister's Mansion, you just arrived last night, and he came this morning, it can be said that he was careless."

Mo Xiaojiu looked indifferent: "Father is an important minister of the court, as the crown prince, he naturally wants to appease him."

Qu Xinmei sighed a little: "When you were young, you had a good time with the prince, not only because he respected your father, but also because of you..."

"mother."

Facing her daughter's cold gaze, Qu Xinmei sighed: "Forget it, breakfast has been set up in the front yard, and the crown prince is here in person. As the host, we have to entertain him anyway."

"kindness."

Dongfang Mingqing stood in front of the door, watching them approach with a pleasant smile, his eyes resting on Mo Xiaojiu who was holding Qu Xinmei's arm.

Walking in front of him, Mo Xiaojiu let go of Qu Xinmei's hand, and saluted with her: "I have seen His Royal Highness."

"You're welcome," he raised his hand, his voice soft, "Qingxue, long time no see."

Mo Xiaojiu's face remained unchanged, his face was cold: "Long time no see."

Dongfang Mingqing seemed to have a thousand words to tell.

Qu Xinmei spoke in time: "Your Highness, Xue'er, let's go in first. If we wait any longer, the food will get cold."

At the dinner table, Dongfang Mingqing greeted Mo Xiaojiu with a sincere tone, which made people not feel bored. He even scooped up a bowl of soup for her himself. The concern on his face was so natural that she couldn't find anything to refuse. reason.

Just because he is the prince, if he doesn't drink it, he will lose face.

She glanced at his familiar face, picked up the soup and drank it silently.

This face really resembles that of Prince An, Dongfang Buchang. Is he really the emperor's son and not Dongfang Buchang?
(End of this chapter)