The shocking rules of the wedding night: Lord, I will wait for you to divorce your wife

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, it won't work if she is a sick cat... But, she just endured it.The two brothers surnamed Mo are still watching. She doesn't want to die too early and be too ugly.

"It's fine if you don't have one. You know, my sister, my mouth. When I open my mouth, I sometimes don't know what I said or who I offended. If..."

"Well, it's quite annoying." Qu Tan'er nodded, and gave her an affirmative answer.

However, as soon as Qu Tan'er finished speaking, Yun Youlian's entire face turned green and green.

"Your complexion is not good, are you feeling unwell? Why don't you ask the servant girl to ask the doctor to come and have a look." Qu Tan'er looked at her worriedly, as if she was afraid that she might not breathe well and fall down.

"Princess is really joking, how could I feel uncomfortable?" Yun You smiled pitifully, and glanced at Qu Tan'er, with a flash of hatred in her eyes.

"My lord, your ink should have been sharpened." Qu Tan'er glanced at Mo Liancheng's painting that was about to be completed, and said lightly. At first, he didn't pay much attention to what he painted in the painting, but after a closer look, Mo Liancheng's painting was almost finished. The landscape picture drawn by Liancheng is damn familiar, it looks like... dammit, it is the main courtyard of her snow courtyard.

She was dizzy and depressed, but she didn't expect that he would draw every detail without missing a single line.

It's just... If she continues to grind, she is afraid that the sight of a certain concubine will be shot and killed.

A woman glaring at a woman is really not ordinary. Moreover, the woman glaring at her is a ruthless character.

"Grind it." Mo Liancheng replied lightly, still drawing casually.

"Why don't you grind ink for the prince as a concubine?" Yun Youlian heard that Mo Liancheng wanted to continue painting, and immediately rushed to Qu Tan'er.

"Thank you..." Qu Tan'er originally wanted to say thank you so that he could give up the big position, but before he could finish his thanks, Yun Youlian walked over, without saying a word, and insisted on taking the place in her hands. The worn ink stick was snatched away.

Tolerable, unbearable...

Even if Yun Youlian has a bad voice, she should act more gently, so she won't hold on to it.

But rather...

"No need, I can do it by myself." As a result, Qu Tan'er wanted to let go, but changed her grip on the way, but held the ink stick a little tighter, and the movement of grinding the ink didn't stop, but even more so. Be careful.

"No trouble, anyway, I am used to serving the prince, and this time is not bad, princess, you just let go, my sister will be fine." Yun Youlian glared at her gloomily, and stretched out her hand to grab something. Sometimes a little harder.

On the other hand, Mo Liancheng, who was painting, didn't seem to notice the two women who were about to fight. He continued to paint with a focused expression, and occasionally put a brush on the research table, and then continued to paint.

Suddenly, the phenomenon in the study was a little weird.

One side was fighting fiercely, while the other side was painting without distraction, while Mo Jingxuan and Jing Xin, who were watching the play on the other side, stared blankly at the scene of movement and silence, speechless.

"Ahem, I said, what's your name?"

"Back to the fourteenth prince, the servant girl is called Jing Xin." Jing Xin replied.

"Then shouldn't you go over and help your master?" Mo Jingxuan twitched his lips slightly, looking at Jing Xin strangely.

"The servant is weak, so I don't know why the fourteenth prince doesn't let the prince speak?"

"Cough, in fact, this king is also powerless."

Then, the two fell silent again.