Concubine Meng drove to the prince to take a detour

Chapter 43 Isn't the firewood room better?
Shu Nanyu shook his head and leaned on the soft couch opposite him, "Did you activate the heart-wrenching Gu today?"

"This king is just reminding her to pay attention to her identity." Chu Lichen snorted coldly, the prince's sudden change of attitude was beyond his expectation.

But the way that woman looked at Chu Yuyan today was obviously wrong. He just kindly reminded her to remember her identity, she was his own, how could she show that kind of look to other men.

Shu Nanyu clicked his tongue and stopped talking. He just sympathized with Qiao Mo from the bottom of his heart and made a deal with the devil.

The prince sent Qiao Mo and the others back. After thanking Qiao Mo, she said that she was tired and wanted to rest.

She didn't expect that the Weaving Girl Festival would be held in the palace, she thought it was somewhere in the capital, so that Qiao Feifei could make a fool of herself in front of the public.

But in the palace, the effect is greatly reduced, and I still want to find those people to let Yue'er take revenge.

After Qiao Mo returned to the room, she let Yue'er go down. She lay on the bed and looked at the bed curtain. The thing that bothered her the most was that nasty man.

However, Qiao Wanwan is an interesting woman, she really wants to be completely isolated from the world, but she doesn't have the feeling of being a fairy.

"Miss, ma'am."

Qiao Mo was still thinking, Yue'er had opened the door and came in, walked to the bed and looked at her nervously: "Miss, the general and the eldest lady are here."

"Come here, why are you so excited?" Qiao Mo sat up, looked at Yue'er who was about to cry, and said lightly.

As soon as Qiao Mo finished speaking, the door was pushed open.

Yue'er's body trembled slightly, and she turned her head to look at Qiao Xuyang who was standing at the door with a gloomy expression.

Qiao Mo's expression was calm, as if she didn't care about Qiao Xuyang's anger at this time.

Standing up slowly, Qiao Mo stepped out of the screen, walked to the table and sat down. She poured water and said, "It's really strange recently. Could it be that my house has suddenly recovered? My father hasn't been here for several years. It's been a few days. You're walking fast."

Qiao Mo's sneering words were nothing more than an invisible slap on Qiao Xuyang's face.

This is mocking his indebtedness to a daughter, and mocking his so-called loyalty to love.

What kind of love is it that the child that the beloved exchanged his life for was ruthlessly abandoned by him to fend for himself in this other courtyard?
This is what Qiao Mo looks down on Qiao Xuyang the most. Talking about love is just a joke.

Qiao Xuyang was stuck in his heart by his daughter's words, and his face became even uglier. Unhappy, he reprimanded: "Feifei is your sister, and sisters disagree in front of the queen. Why did you do this?"

"Why?" Facing Qiao Xuyang's question, Qiao Mo suddenly smiled. She got up and looked at Qiao Xuyang, and then at Qiao Feifei behind Qiao Xuyang with a proud expression.

"Since father refuses to make decisions for Chu Chu, then Chu Chu can only come by herself, right?" Qiao Mo put one hand on the table and said slowly: "Why did father come to scold Chu Chu? Because I let your favorite daughter lose Have you lost face?"

Qiao Xuyang's hand standing by his side slowly tightened, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense when he saw such a daughter.

"When did you become so sharp-tongued? From now on, you can't step out of the door."

"Isn't the firewood room better?" Qiao Mo couldn't hold back her temper and said directly.

"You..." Qiao Xuyang waved his big hand, but this time he didn't drop it.

(End of this chapter)