On the wedding night, I was read by the cold prince

Chapter 162 Toxic
"When that person reappears, please ask the prince to hand it over to her for me."

Lin Mo'an glanced at the note in Qiao Le's singer,
It was folded squarely, as if someone would open it and peek at it.
As for its owner, it was obvious that it had forgotten that personality was equivalent to her eyes, so the other party already knew it when she picked up the pen and wrote the first word.

"Anything else?"

"It's gone. Could it be that the lord has something else to tell me to do?"

"Since it's gone, go to bed."

Lin Mo'an's tone was much tougher than the previous few times, coupled with that unrefusable expression.

Qiao Lege suddenly had a premonition that if he lingered on and stayed awake, he might be knocked unconscious with a stick.

She undressed and went to bed in a hurry, moving her body left and right under the quilt, not knowing what she was doing.

Just when Lin Mo'an was about to come up, a small melon seed suddenly came out of it,
"My lord, just in case, why don't you make a note or something.

I've already figured out the content for you - just write that the thief pretends to be the princess to assassinate the king. "

Lin Mo'an was speechless: ".You are planning to perform in person. There is no silver 300 taels here."

"That's right." Qiao Lege was stunned before she realized, she moved closer to the man: "Then how can I remove my suspicion?"

"."

You expect me to die, just say so.

"sleep."

Lin Mo'an didn't bother to talk to her anymore, he waved his big hand and directly brought her into his arms, then patted her on the back lightly and hard like coaxing a baby,

"If you don't sleep anymore, this king will throw you out."

A vicious tone fell into his ears,

!!!

Qiao Lege's body trembled, and he didn't dare to say any more nonsense, so he quickly closed his eyes.

Perhaps it was because too many things happened today, almost as soon as I closed my eyes, I fell into a dreamland.

Hearing the sound of steady breathing coming from beside his ear, Lin Mo'an turned his face in disbelief.

It is clear that he was full of energy one second, but fell asleep the next second. It has to be said that he really wants to have this ability.

Qiao Lege had a dream,

To be precise, it was not a dream, but rather a feeling between dream and reality.

There is a voice whispering in the ear,

That voice said a lot, but unfortunately, after Qiao Lege regained consciousness, he completely forgot everything, except for the last sentence - earlier is poisonous.

She sat up suddenly from the bed: "It's poisonous earlier!"

"Toxic?" Lin Mo'an's sleep was shallow, and he woke up as soon as Qiao Lege made a movement, but he didn't expect such a sentence.

"I don't know why. Could what the person in the dream said be a reminder of another personality?"

"Yes or no, just try it."

Since she said that it was poisonous earlier, let someone upload it to have a look.

In the past, the servants delivered the food to their rooms, but now because of Qiao Zhenglie's arrival, they consciously put it in the front hall.

When Lin Mo'an came to the front hall with Qiao Lege, he happened to bump into Qiao Zhenglie who was coming from another direction.

"The minister joins the prince and princess."

Qiao Lege was taken aback for a moment, and almost didn't realize that the princess was speaking to herself, and she responded as she did at home in the past: "Morning, dad!"

The father and daughter have their own names, but the heavy dark circles under their eyes are exactly the same.

Inexplicably added a bit of joy.

The speed of the servants was very fast, and all the food was put on the table in a short while,

"You go down first."

"The slaves retire."

The maids all retreated, and the three of them were soon left in the front hall.

Seeing that Lin Mo'an didn't move his chopsticks, Qiao Zhenglie was sitting upright, but his eyes were roving over the dishes on the table, and it took him three or five glances to decide who to attack.
But when he looked at the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, Qiao Lege actually took out a row of silver needles and inserted them one by one.

"!!!"

God knows he almost picked up a piece and ate it.

"You suspect there is poison in it."

Qiao Lege nodded: "It confirms a guess."

When the prescribed time came, Qiao Lege took back the silver needle, and the silvery white color on it remained unchanged.

"No poison?"

She tried the dishes on the table one by one, but there was still no change in the silver needle.

"My lord." Qiao Lege looked towards Lin Mo'an,
Using dreams to confirm reality, she seemed a little dazed.

The man's voice blocked her next words, "Mix the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with this bowl of soup and try again."

Qiao Lege did it honestly, that is, the moment she bent down, Qiao Zhenglie's five fingers on his lap couldn't help curling up a little.

He finally got used to eating pastries mixed with clear soup. If it is really poisonous,

That is specifically for yourself.

Thinking of this, his gaze was much colder than before.

"poisonous!"

Watching the silver needles that were originally as bright as ever gradually turn black.

Qiao Lege's hand holding the silver needle couldn't help but start to tremble, the mixture of the two is poisonous, and the poisoner really wants to kill Qiao Zhenglie.

"Father." She called worriedly.
The latter just smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry."

"I got up in a hurry today, and I even forgot to take my saber with me. Can you help me get it?"

Knowing that it was him and Lin Mo'an who had something to say, Qiao Lege was curious, but he did not stubbornly stay.

"Ok."

The moment she stepped out of the threshold, she realized that the sky was still a blue sky, but it had darkened before she knew it.

The sky was dark, a harbinger of the coming storm.

"If it weren't for that reminder, Qiao Zhenglie might have had an accident, and he wouldn't live to be 20 years old. As for Lin Mo'an, he still has the death buff on him.

We really are, not a family does not enter a door. "

Qiao Lege really wanted to cry but had no tears. The three of them were gone. Did he want to be a landlord in hell?

After joking in her heart for a while, she stopped moving forward, closed her eyes, and murmured softly, "Thank you."

No one replied, and the rustling wind echoed in my ears.

"Humph!"

There was a disdainful hum in his head.

It was extremely faint, but Qiao Lege caught it.

She smiled: "So we can really communicate."

There was no sound in his head anymore, and Qiao Lege didn't care.

In order not to disturb the two of them, after she got the sword, she purposely played with it on the corridor for a while.

When holding the hilt of the sword, an indescribable sense of familiarity welled up in my heart without warning,
The right hand waved involuntarily. There were not many moves, but even a layman like her could see it.
Every move is a killing move.

Is this the physical instinct of that personality?

In my memory, Qiao Zhenglie was always fighting outside, and Qiao's mother didn't care much about the original owner.
Could it be that during that period, the original owner or that consciousness was deliberately trained.

"grown ups."

　I can't finish writing, there is another chapter and I will post it tomorrow morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)