Chapter 7o9: Pretending to be annoying

Mo Gui didn't say anything, turned around and went to the front of the carriage. Xiao Luo smiled and smiled at the carriage, "Madam, you can continue. Only you can take off our master's clothes. Even if reinforcements come, it's okay. Mo Gui and the young man, they can afford to wait if they need the master to come forward!"

Deyang grinds his teeth and doesn't say anything to Xiahou Yongli, and directly ordered Qian Wu: "Qian Wu, tear Xiao Luo's mouth!"

Qian Wu smiled and took the order neatly. He reached out to touch Xiao Luo's face. Xiao Luo reached out to block it and said with a smile: "We are almost the same, can you tear my mouth?"

Qian Wu was not in a hurry, and just shook his hand and replied with a smile: "This is not what I think, it was the order issued by our wife. Alas, speaking of it, even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not refute what our wife proposed. Do you want to disobey?"

Xiao Luo's mouth twitched, then turned his head to look at the carriage, begging for mercy, "Madam, let me spare my little one, I owed my mouth for a moment, and I accidentally said my heart. I will serve you carefully in the future and dare not talk nonsense!"

Everyone had already laughed so hard that they were slacking off. They didn't know that there were such subordinates around the cold and mysterious Lord Mo. They didn't expect that these subordinates who seemed quite proud on weekdays would be so flattering in front of Deyang.

Tongzi rode alone on the horse, silently covering her wounds, looking at the yellow winding official road ahead with a good look, and her heart was indescribable desolation. She still didn't understand why she had fought all the brothers from Heihuling and was seriously injured. It was not as good as Deyang's sword on his neck, but she had just shed some blood, and Deyang was not dead again!

Why did everyone change their attitude towards Deyang? Why did she sacrifice more but not get more care? Even Master Mo couldn't get a look!

The unwillingness in her heart made her feel uncomfortable. When her mood was turbulent, she touched the wound again, and the blood wet her clothes and her white fingers.

She was unaware of it, just stared at the front with a numbness, as if the yellow earth in front and the desolation on both sides had been imprinted deep in her eyes, one with her heart, and could never come back.

Xueling was born in the palace and her heart was rarely soft. She had already seen her situation, but she didn't want to pay attention to it. She could not sympathize with her only when she was talking about the war. Only Zirong was hesitant for a moment because of her kind nature, then walked forward, looked at Tongzi on the horse worriedly, and said with concern: "Miss Tongzi, your wound has cracked again. Do you need a rest?"

Tongzi was in a state of resentment. Listening to the laughter and joy surrounding Deyang and the joking voices, every word seemed to sway her heart. When she saw Deyang's maid coming to greet her, she felt even more hypocritical and disgusted. So she waved the whip without thinking and hit Zirong: "Get out, hypocritical and annoying!"

Deyang was about to answer Qian Wu's words, but suddenly heard Zi Rong's scream, and ignored everything else. He immediately lifted the Hang Shang and looked over. Zi Rong fell to the ground, covering her cheeks, and blood flowed out along her fingers.

Everyone was stunned. Unexpectedly, such an accident would suddenly occur. Miss Tongzi injured her maid?

Xue Ling hurriedly stepped forward to help Zi Rong up. Qian Wu stopped driving the carriage and rushed forward to observe Zi Rong's injuries.

When Xue Ling forced herself to open Zi Rong's hand, everyone gasped, so cruel!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!