After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 74 Don't Ask, It's Disgusting To Ask

She turned around and looked at Ling Yongnian covering her head, "For Ah Zhao?"

Ling Yongnian was at a loss for words and didn't know how to respond, so he could only say: "Do it as you like, not for anyone, Miss Mo, don't think too much, and ruin the reputation of City Lord Mo."

"The poem that Ah Zhao said just now, you also made it?"

Mo Yunlan raised her foot and walked towards him, "It's my heart, You Lian, who hides her head? To Mo Bilian?"

"It's not... hiss."

As soon as Ling Yongnian opened his mouth, he greeted him with two fists. He covered his eyes in pain and took a deep breath.

This idiot is really not smart when he should be smart, but not stupid when he should be stupid.

Bad things for him.

Mo Yunlan took out the brocade box containing the repair pill, and threw it on his face forcefully, "Return the medicine to you, I'm afraid it's poisonous, scum!"

It's disgusting enough to think that sisters get double, but want to get three?

That was downright disgusting.

Mo Yunlan felt puzzled and kicked it out.

Sensing the danger, Ling Yongnian hurriedly covered his crotch with his hands.

But the chair was kicked, and he sat down heavily on the ground with a thud, his butt hurt.

"Azhao, let's go."

After kicking, Mo Yunlan felt relieved.

Mo Yunzhao: "Fumeng, Dabai, if you didn't hit the one hundred boards you left for inspection and acceptance of Lai Hongbo, Dabai would tear his leg and eat it."

Big white and fat tiger paws stepped on Lai Hongbo's face, and the fluffy tail whipped him like a whip.

Hearing Mo Yunzhao's words, it shook its whiskers with disgust on its tiger face, "I don't eat dirty and stupid humans."

It's a picky eater, right?

I want to eat the small dried fish made by Fuliu girl.

Ling Yongnian sat on the ground, watching them leave with a gloomy expression.

Today, I feel like I lost my wife and lost my army.

But anyway, he still earned 10 taels.

After leaving Wanbao Pavilion, Mo Yunzhao listened to the voices of people coming and going, as well as the cries of stall owners.

She looked sideways and asked, "Sister, are you tempted by him?"

"Don't ask, it's disgusting if you ask."

Mo Yunlan wasn't tempted, but as long as she thought of trusting Ling Yongnian, she felt disgusted.

Thinking about those three sour poems, it is even more disgusting.

Mo Yunzhao believed in her. After all, sister was not only slow to respond in other aspects, but also slow in emotional aspects.

Mo Yunlan sent Mo Yunzhao back to the City Lord's Mansion, turned around and went out again.

If you can't take the pill from Ling Yongnian, then she begs the crown prince to go.

When Nie You returned to Nianzhao Pavilion, he told Ling Jingyu about Wanbao Pavilion and read the poem.

His wooden face was slightly red, "Your Highness, do you think Miss Mo has a crush on me?"

Ling Jingyu scooped up the red dates and pigeon soup in the jade bowl with a silver spoon, and thought for a while, "You said, that poem belonged to Ah Zhao?"

Nie You: "It's for City Lord Mo."

Ling Jingyu took a sip, the taste was slightly sweet, "Azhao is so good at writing, he wrote a Tibetan acrobatic poem and presented it to me. My heart pleases you. It sounds good, and I like it."

Nie You: "..."

He talked about his feelings for a long time, and it was all in vain.

Your Highness is so narcissistic.

At this time, the guard came to report, and Mo Yunlan came.

Ling Jingyu ordered: "In the future, when the sisters from the Mo family come, there is no need to notify them, just let them go."

Out of experience, Mo Yunlan poked his head around the entrance of the courtyard and saw Nie You standing far away without a pestle in between, so he touched his nose and walked in.

Ling Jingyu looked up at her movements, and ordered: "Nie You, serve the red dates and pigeon soup for my sister-in-law to replenish blood."

After paying the salute, Mo Yunlan said directly, "Your Highness, I'm here to ask for the best repair pill."

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