The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 125
After all, Nan Qingjue ignored the angry Nan Jinghuan, hugged the restless Su Moliang tightly, gestured to the bearer, and left the Prince's Mansion on his shoulders.

Nan Jinghuan, who was mad with anger and collapsed in anxiety, was left alone standing on the spot with his teeth grinning.

Su Moliang was really frightened when he heard that raw rice should be cooked.

When she was really brought into his bedroom by Nan Qingjue, her face turned red and blue.

"You - what are you going to -" She immediately covered her chest and stared at him vigilantly.

Nan Qingjue raised his eyebrows coldly, "Of course it's wedding candles!"

"Damn it, who wants to marry you! Get the hell out of here!" Su Moliang's eyes widened in shock, and his fur suddenly exploded.

Nan Qing seemed to have long been accustomed to her struggles, only treating her as tickling, and completely ignored her.

Just when Su Moliang was on the verge of going berserk, he suddenly threw her on the bed, pulled the quilt over her body, then leaned down slightly, and kissed her on the forehead: "Sleep, don't let me sleep again!" Worry about it."

The movements were soft, but the voice was cold and hard. The contrast was so great that Su Moliang shuddered.

What the hell is Nan Qingjue doing?

Looking at her terrified expression, Nan Qingjue's tenderness was instantly suppressed.

He must be crazy to be gentle with her!
Who knows how he felt when he heard that Su Moliang was really married into the prince's mansion in a sedan chair!
It was an urge to kill her!

In this life, Nan Qing never wants to come again.

Thinking of this, his complexion turned dark, he gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

After that, he greeted the bearer and walked out of the bedroom. Even though he was furious, he still did not forget to close the door for her.

Seeing this, Su Moliang was stunned, unable to turn his head around.

He worried about her?
What are you in a hurry for?What are you worried about?
He was fine when he entered the room, but his face was dark again when he left. I really couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Su Moliang's head was full of question marks, but the old man Zhenjun of Yaoding Space had a clear heart.

Nan Qingjue was obviously jealous, and worried about her sudden remarriage to Nan Jinghuan!
Guess I know, according to Nan Qingjue's temperament, when he heard the queen mother ordered Su Moliang to remarry, he was able to hold on at first, because he thought that Su Moliang would not really get on the sedan chair, but in the end she actually married After entering the Prince's Mansion, he even paid homage to Nan Jinghuan.

After receiving such definite news, Nan Qingjue was probably half-dead with anger, couldn't sit still any longer, and killed him without stopping.

Fortunately, Su Moliang didn't really pay homage to the prince, otherwise Nan Qingjue probably couldn't control her sincerity and wanted to strangle her to death.

The old man Zhenjun discovered that although Su Moliang was very smart, he was an idiot emotionally.

He mourned for 3 minutes in silence for Nan Qingjue's journey of chasing his wife——

Su Moliang thought for a long time and came to no conclusion, so he simply fell asleep with his head covered.

She got up too early today, and had been tossing about the marriage between the third wife and Nan Jinghuan for a long time. She was already so sleepy that she was dying.

After this sleep, she slept until late at night before waking up faintly.

Su Moliang has always been a light sleeper and has a high level of vigilance, but for some reason, he slept very soundly today in the territory of the black-bellied man.

When she woke up in a daze, she rubbed her eyes and looked around the room curiously, only to find that there was an incense burner on the table not far away, and the smell from the incense burner was fresh and pleasant.

Curious, she got up and walked over, opened the incense burner, looked at the herbs inside, her eyes flashed with surprise.

Isn't this jujube grass?

Although this jujube grass is not a hundred-year-old medicinal material, it is a particularly rare medicinal material. If it is not in a specific climate and soil, they cannot grow at all.

"Such a treasure was used by Nan Qingjue as a spice envoy, what a reckless waste!" Su Moliang smacked her lips in disapproval.

The old man Zhenjun in the medicine cauldron space said a little speechlessly: "Girl, this medicinal material has the effect of calming the nerves and helping sleep. They are not reckless, they just want you to sleep well."

Su Moliang didn't think about it at this level, but when he was reminded by the old man Zhenjun, his expression was shocked, and he raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "Nanqing is absolutely so good?"

The old man Zhenjun rolled his eyes and ignored her.

At this moment, the green man waiting outside seemed to hear the movement inside, knocked on the door suddenly, and asked in a low voice: "Miss, are you up yet?"

When Su Moliang heard it was Luman's voice, he was startled: "Well, I woke up."

After hearing the words, Luman opened the door and walked in.

"Why are you here?" Su Moliang remembered that after he was captured by Nan Qingjue, he forgot about the green vine.

Lu Man blinked with a smile, and said excitedly: "The Ninth Prince sent someone to pick up the servant girl and Nanny An, and even specially arranged a room for us, very thoughtful."

Hearing this, Su Moliang was a little surprised.

Nan Qingjue looked indifferent and ruthless, but she didn't expect to be so careful that even her maids and mothers came to serve her.

This made Su Moliang somewhat satisfied.

For Luman, this is the first time other than Su Moliang to receive such preferential treatment. The butler of the Ninth Prince did not treat them as human beings at all. The young girl's heart soon became biased.

"Miss, you married the Ninth Prince, you are really married."

Su Mo gave her a cool look: "What are you marrying? I haven't married him yet, okay? He brought me back by force."

"Catching him back by force is better than voluntarily marrying the prince." Lu Man pouted.

Su Moliang had no words to refute.

It seems that is really the case.

Maybe, staying with the black-bellied man, Nan Jinghuan can give up his heart, and can neither force her to marry nor harass her.

If Nan Jinghuan still doesn't give up, then she will close the door and let Nan Qingjue go!
Thinking of this, Su Moliang still felt pretty good.

Seeing that Su Moliang was in a good mood, Lu Man also laughed, and suddenly thought of something, she patted her head heavily: "Oh, look at my brain, miss, the prince prepared dinner for you, you are hungry It's been a day, let's go to the hall to eat."

Su Moliang raised his eyebrows, but Nan Qingjue was so thoughtful.

It's early morning at least, and he even prepared a supper for her.

Not bad!
Su Moliang nodded, and walked towards the main hall with the green vine.

As soon as he entered the hall, Su Moliang could smell the aroma of rice, and his stomach that had been singing empty city tricks for a long time was even louder.

Su Moliang was also polite, sat down immediately, took out the soul-destroying needle and inserted it into the food to test the poison.

"This king wants to kill you, all he has to do is move a finger, why bother to poison you!"

At this time, a cold voice suddenly came from the entrance of the hall. The familiar voice quality and indifferent tone made Su Moliang's hand holding the silver needle stiff, and his face suddenly became embarrassed.

I saw that Nan Qingjue came in on his shoulder, and sat on the side of the table under the service of the bearer. The maid immediately set the bowls and chopsticks for him, as if he wanted to have dinner with her!
"Uh, my lord, are you staying up so late?" Su Moliang looked at him suspiciously.

"I didn't eat dinner, so I couldn't sleep." Nan Qingjue replied coldly.

Su Moliang was surprised.

It's early in the morning, and he hasn't had dinner yet, are you teasing her?
At this time, it was Luman who was on the side chirping and explaining: "Miss, the prince waited for you to eat together, so he hasn't eaten yet. These meals were prepared early in the morning, but the lady has not woken up, and the prince will not let anyone eat." It disturbed your sleep, so I don't know how many times the food has been heated by the servants."

Forehead--

Su Moliang glanced at Nan Qingjue in surprise, only to find that although the latter was expressionless and cold, his ears were a little red——

(End of this chapter)