stocking the prince to death

Chapter 1022 Bedtime Stories
Hearing Mo Yan's words, Mo Qi subconsciously relaxed his nerves.

She raised her head to look at Mo Yan, with a trace of helplessness in her eyes, a little careless, but more of a sadness.

"Yan'er, do you think he will come back? You said he disappeared but didn't die. Did he encounter any difficulties? Do you think he doesn't want me anymore?"

Mo Qi's fragility, helplessness and paleness made Mo Yan's worries even more intense.

"Brother Huang, you have to cheer up. Think about it, if he sees you looking so decadent when he comes back, will he feel distressed?"

Mo Yan didn't want to use Ji Ruyue, but obviously, if he didn't use Ji Ruyue, Mo Qi wouldn't listen to him at all.

Sure enough, hearing Mo Yan's words, Mo Qi subconsciously exhaled.

"Yes, I should take good care of myself. After Ji Ruyue disappears, I will definitely encounter great difficulties. It is a blessing that he can come back. I can't let him worry anymore."

Mo Qi's words made Mo Yan's heart slightly sour, and then he helped Mo Qi to lie down on the bed, Mo Qi looked up at the rumors, his eyes were still shining with the ominous omen of killing the wolf he just saw.

I don't know what came to mind, Mo Qi's face suddenly turned pale, "Yan'er, you'd better not go out for a while, or put more guards around you, I'm worried... something big will happen!"

Mo Yan nodded, "I listen to Brother Huang."

Mo Yan originally wanted to wait for Mo Qi to fall asleep before leaving, but when he looked at Mo Qi, Mo Qi's eyes were fixed on the top of the bed.

He hooked his lips, and a gentle voice sounded slowly: "Brother Huang, can't sleep?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, it has the form of an affirmative sentence.

Mo Qi nodded, apparently listless.

"Then how about Yan'er telling the emperor a story?"

Mo Qi nodded, a little weak, and said weakly, "Without him these few nights, I can't sleep at all. If you have time, tell me some stories."

She hadn't heard this kind of bedtime story for a long time. In her previous life, as the heir of the Mo family, she just felt as if she had heard such a bedtime story in her own impression.

However, since I can remember, it seems that I have never heard it again. Although grandpa loves her, he is also strict.

Hearing Mo Qi's words, Mo Yan's eyes flashed with distress, and then his low and cello-like voice sounded.

"Once upon a time, when a child was born, his mother passed away, and his father didn't take him seriously, and his father never regarded him as a substitute, not a substitute for his mother. It was with her mother Very similar to a woman's stand-in."

Mo Yan said, smiling slightly, as if he was talking about an irrelevant story, "He lived like this for several years, and one day, he suddenly saw a person who looked like a fairy."

"Later, he found out that this person was not a fairy, but his imperial brother, the crown prince."

"This little boy just clings to his prince and brother. He has a strong possessive desire for his prince and brother. He doesn't want other princes and princesses to come and grab him because he feels that the prince Everything about my brother is his."

A bright smile flashed across Mo Yan's eyes, and he continued, "He wants to possess Brother Huang alone, and he feels lonely about his own life."

(End of this chapter)