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

Chapter 144

Shangguan Feng got on his horse, and the wind bulged his blue velvet cloak, hissing. The horse raised its front hooves and let out a long cry, spreading its legs and trying to run forward.

It wasn't until the sound of the horse's hooves faded away that Mo Li quietly opened the door and looked at the receding figure of Shangguan Peak, with tears streaming down his face, Mo Li stood alone in the darkness.

Will you really come back?That inexplicable sense of fear shrouded Mo Li's heart again, Mo Li sighed leisurely, when will such days end?

The dark clouds covered the last ray of light in the sky, and the dark clouds were so low that people couldn't breathe.The cold wind blew past, rustling the entire forest on the mountain, Lianhua ran into the house and complained, "What the hell is this weather, it's already noon, it seems like it's going to be night.

Mo Li put down the little shoes he made for his baby and looked at the gray sky: "It's the beginning of autumn, and it will be cooler after it rains. Should we prepare some charcoal fire?"

Lianhua nodded: "Miss, don't worry, the second master left a sum of money when he left. I have already prepared enough money, so that the girl will not be cold when she gives birth."

Lianhua closed the window to block out the gray haze: "It is estimated that when the girl gives birth, our second master should also come back."

Hissing. Mo Li trembled, and the long needle pierced his finger, and blood dripped from his finger instantly. Mo Li felt a pain in his heart. If Shangguan Che came back, would he be sad, would he let her go and let her go? With Shangguanfeng.

The bell of the carriage came from a distance, so urgent and so sad, jingle bell. Lianhua seemed to hear it and said, "Who is here? It seems that there are quite a few people?"

Mo Li also heard it, who will come to this place, Mo Li said: "Lianhua, go out and have a look, if it is a passing business, see what they need?" Lianhua turned and went out, Mo Li rubbed his sore back and continued Mending little shoes.

"What are you doing? Who are you?" Lianhua yelled in panic.

The door was kicked open suddenly, Lian Xin was wearing a white plain dress with white flowers on her temples, Mo Li looked at Lian Xin's dress and her heart sank. People killed our prince."

Qin Xinping slowly came in from the outside of the house, dressed in plain clothes, with a bun on the back of her head and a long white magnolia hairpin stuck behind her head, her eyes were bloodshot like Rakshasa, and she had a bright moon scimitar on her waist.

Mo Li stood up slowly, looked at Qin Xinping, and asked a little fearfully, "What are you going to do?"

Lianhua stepped forward and pushed Mo Li with both hands: "What are you doing? Bah, you bitch, do you still have the face to live in this world? You should go to be buried with the prince."

"What?" Like a bolt of lightning, Mo Li's limbs were smashed to pieces: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who died? Which prince are you talking about?"

"What? You bastard, which prince are you still looking forward to die?" Xinru squeezed out from behind Xinping, and the hairpin on her head was holding a ruby ​​like drinking blood.

Mo Li saw that it was Qin Xinping wearing filial piety clothes, and shook his head in panic: "No, Ah Che won't die, and he said he would come back."

Qin Xinping stepped forward and grabbed Mo Li's hair fiercely, her long nails dug into Mo Li's scalp: "You dared to call him Ah Che just now, and what is the relationship between you and him now?"

(End of this chapter)