stocking the prince to death

Chapter 13 Nine Princes, Mo Yan
It was already noon after Mo Qi finished soaking in the hot spring.

She stepped out of the room, her eyes heavy.

Xu Zeling was already waiting for her at the gate of the East Palace.

She was still dressed as before, from a distance, it looked like a painting of beauties.

Mo Qi smiled and said, "You deserve the title of the most beautiful woman in Heaven."

Xu Zeling blushed slightly, "Your Highness is joking."

She secretly raised her head to glance at Mo Qi, and saw that she was wearing a crescent-white robe with cloud patterns, her face was like a crown of jade, her eyes were like stars, the smiles in her eyes were full of indescribable dignity and magnificence.

Her heart moved slightly.

For some reason, she felt that the Crown Prince in front of her seemed to be a different person.

Mo Qi looked at her expression and suddenly raised her forehead.

Did she do something wrong again?
It's really not her fault that she inadvertently teased her!

She watched Xu Zeling get into the carriage before getting on her horse.

She rubbed the hair on the horse's sideburns, it was a rare bloody horse, holding the rein, she pinched the horse's belly, and drove away first.

"Brother Emperor!"

A faint voice came, and Mo Qi felt as if his body and mind had been washed away before he turned his head.

It's a very clean sound.

"Huh!" She tightened the rein and looked back at the direction from which the voice came.

One person stands facing the light.

He was wearing a water-white uniform, with a few orchids on the hem, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.

Delicate as the moon in the water.

Standing there, it was as if the whole world had been cleaned.

Holy, pure, innocent.

As if these are synonymous with him.

Mo Qi was in a trance.

"Brother Huang, you are finally willing to talk to me!" The man had a bright smile on his face, and his eyes were clean without any impurities. He stepped forward and looked up at Mo Qi, with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

Mo Qi coughed and got off her horse, "Ninth Brother, why are you here?"

Mo Yan blinked his eyes, he seemed to be the darling of heaven, and he came to the human world with a whole body of holiness.

But Mo Qi frowned.

The Ninth Prince, Mo Yan, was 15 years old with him, but she was born a stick of incense earlier than Mo Yan.

In fact, speaking of it, she should be the real Ninth Prince.

If Concubine Rong hadn't been fighting for favor at the beginning, causing her to give birth prematurely, Mo Yan would definitely be older than her.

After all... Mo Yan is the posthumous son of the former empress.

The so-called posthumous child is a child who is still alive in the womb after the death of the mother.

No one expected Mo Yan's appearance. When they found Mo Yan, Concubine Rong couldn't sit still.

She gave birth, and in the end, Mo Qi was born first.

The eighth princess Mo Yunde was born with them, she is the daughter of Concubine De.

Concubine Rong gave birth to her, not without the intention of suppressing Concubine De.

"Brother Huang, don't ignore me, okay?" Seeing Mo Qi's gloomy expression, Mo Yan pursed his lips, "Brother Huang, Yan'er likes Brother Huang the most! Brother Huang, don't ignore Yan'er!"

Although Mo Yan is 15 years old, Mo Qi knows that Mo Yan's mind is only five years old.

She sighed, a fever turned a proud child into an imbecile.

Moreover, Mo Yan suffered from heart disease when he was born, which is what modern people often call congenital heart disease.

Qin Tianjian predicted that Mo Yan would be born with many disasters, and he would never live past twenty.

However, if it weren't for these accidents, she would definitely not be able to take the position of the prince!

After all, Mo Yan was the first son of the former empress.

Rubbing Mo Yan's hair, the warmth of the tentacles made her squint her eyes. The original owner didn't love Mo Yan very much. At most, she felt that Mo Yan was no longer a threat, and kept Mo Yan as a pet.

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