Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 102

These days, Mo Li felt that she had entered a golden cage made by Shangguan Che, and she was the canary.As long as you take a step out of this yard, Huang Shen will follow closely behind.

It has been three days, and Shangguan Che has not come here, and he wants to go out but can't. What is this? Will he have to wait here for the rest of his life?
Mo Li suddenly turned around and said impatiently to Lian Xin who was following behind, "When are you going to follow me? Don't I even have this little freedom in this yard?"

This was the first time Lian Xin saw Mo Li deliver the goods, so she whispered, "Girl, it's time to drink the medicine."

Mo Li shouted angrily: "I won't drink, and none of you follow me." He walked into the room angrily, and closed the door heavily.

Lian Xin took the medicine and said with a sigh, "Hey, why are you losing your temper again?"

"Ahem, give the girl to the slave. The girl has a child and she has a weird temper. My wife has a way to make the girl drink medicine." The ugly woman took the medicine and limped into the room.

Mo Li sat on the imperial concubine's chair holding the baby's bellyband that hadn't been embroidered yet, and the stinky woman said with a smile, "Miss, why are you angry?"

Mo Li looked up at the ugly woman and said, "I seem to be talking, you go out."

Ugly woman: "The servant girl Qingfeng kowtowed to see the third princess."

Mo Li raised his head, and Qingfeng took out Shangguanxi's letter from his bosom: "The third prince's letter to the princess. The third prince is recovering from illness in the palace and cannot pick up the princess. The third prince sent me to take care of the princess."

Mo Li's eyes widened and he nodded quickly: "Is he alright now? Has the poison been cured?"

Qingfeng sighed and shook his head: "The third prince's life is at stake. I don't know when." Qingfeng sighed and wiped his tears with his wide sleeves.

Mo Li unfolded the letter full of tears, and tears welled up in his eyes, seven pieces of paper, mandarin ducks weaving and hesitating.I'm afraid that someone will cut it lightly, and fly to two places. After a divorce, how can we stay together again?
It was just a simple lyric card, full of the pain of parting, Dou Da's tears dripped on the letter, Mo Li went to the front of the table, and wrote under the seven cards: Eight cards, Huiwen knows Is that poem?Weaving into a sense of desolation, I read it all over the line, feeling sleepy and speechless, and I can't bear to think about it.

Mo Li folded the letter to Qingfeng, took Qingfeng's hand and said sincerely: "Please give this letter to Shangguanxi, and tell him that I am fine and the child is fine, and I will wait for him here Come pick me up."

Qingfeng said with embarrassment: "But I was ordered by the third prince to protect me."

Mo Li smiled and said, "I'm fine here, you can rest assured him, I'll wait for him."

"Girl, the prince is here." Lian Xin announced outside the door.

Qingfeng put the letter in his arms and quickly took the medicine and said, "Girl, take the medicine, you don't care about yourself, you have to take care of the child."

The door was slowly pushed open, Shangguan Che looked tired, his purple robe was full of wrinkles, his beard covered his face, making him even more gloomy.

"I heard you stopped taking your medicine?" Shangguan Che said hoarsely.

Mo Li picked up the medicine: "Who said I won't take medicine anymore."

Mo Li picked up the medicine and drank it in one gulp, looked at Qingfeng and said, "Okay, you can go down."

Qingfeng bent over to salute with an empty bowl and was about to turn around when Shangguan Che looked at Qingfeng coldly: "Stop, who are you?"

Qingfeng said in a low voice: "The servant is a resident of this neighborhood. Her husband is seriously ill and wants to find a job to earn some money to supplement the family."

Shangguan Che raised his leg and kicked it up: "My lord, you don't look like a commoner but like an assassin." Qingfeng fell straight out of the door like a rag sack to the ground, spitting blood.

(End of this chapter)