Secret agent crossing: Overbearing prince's favorite concubine

Chapter 3

There was only one candle in the room.

Under the candlelight, Mo Qingli's clear eyes shone like stars in the night.

After subduing the lame man, she sat on the stool by the table and raised her legs: "Tell me, how do you want to play? Sister, I will play with you to the end today."

"Miss, please forgive me, this is not my idea, Miss, please forgive me..." The crippled man had already been scared out of his wits, how could he still have the evil intentions before?Keep begging for forgiveness.

"Oh, you don't want to play anymore? But I want something exciting." Mo Qingli ignored his begging for mercy, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This smile, like a blooming poppy, is coquettish and poisonous.

"You, come down." Mo Qingli's voice was not loud, but loud.

The lame man didn't dare to refuse, he obediently rolled off the bed, leaned against the edge of the bed, rubbed himself upright, and stood up.

Holding the teacup in her hand, Mo Qingli walked up to the lame man, then took out two sticks of incense sticks from the edge of the bed, and lit them up: "As long as these two sticks of incense sticks don't fall off today, I will spare your life, how about it?" She shook the sticks in her hand. Aromatherapy, said word by word.

The lame man nodded his head.

"Okay, look up." Mo Qingli grabbed his hair and pulled it down forcefully. The lame man was forced to raise his head due to the pain, so that the nostrils of the rosacea were facing upwards. Mo Qingli grinned and followed suit Put the teacup on his head, and insert two incense sticks into his nostrils: "If it falls off, I will stick ten more sticks in."

The lame man was already standing tremblingly, and the incense on his nose was slowly burning, which made his tears flow.

Just as Mo Qingli turned around, the teacup on her forehead fell off, and she did what she said, and inserted another ten incense sticks into his nostrils.

"If you fall again, next year's today will be the day of your death." Mo Qingli warned, then picked up the dagger at his waist, and gestured towards his face a few times.

The crippled man hummed in fear, and tried to keep steady, but he couldn't be really steady. He smashed the teacup again, and even dropped several sticks of aromatherapy.

"It seems that you really don't want to live."

"Grandma, please forgive me, please forgive me, the little one will follow your orders in the future, as long as you have a word, the little one is willing to do anything." How dare the lame man continue to play with her?To be able to save my life tonight is already blessed by my ancestors.

Mo Qingli walked over and kicked the hollow of his knee.

The lame man staggered and knelt on the ground in pain, his hands were tied behind his back by Mo Qingli.Mo Qingli brought the teapot and put it on his back: "This is much simpler, as long as the teapot doesn't fall off, I will let you go."

"Remember, as long as you stick to a small stick of incense, you can go."

After Mo Qingli finished speaking in a low voice, she walked out of the house, climbed over the courtyard wall silently, and walked towards Linglong Xiaozhu, Mo Zhiyan's boudoir.

Song wanted to design herself to have an affair with that crippled man, and after a while, she would definitely attract people from the whole house, and then perform a lively scene of catching rape.

The lame man was picked by Mrs. Song, since he was so caring, of course he should let Mo Zhiyan enjoy it.

Mo Qingli walked along the base of the wall, preparing to pass through the garden and reach Linglong Xiaozhu.

It's just that something is wrong suddenly, the hand is on the heart, the dance here is very fast, the whole body is hot, and the eyes are blurred.

Mo Qingli pinched herself secretly, trying to wake up, she turned her head and returned to her courtyard.

Just when she entered the room, she saw the crippled man fainted from fright. Mo Qingli didn't have time to pay attention to him, but was just looking for something on him.

Suddenly, a faint drug stain was found on the man's skirt, and when he rubbed it lightly with his fingers, it turned out to be a charm drug!
Mo Qingli's chest rose and fell slightly, even the breath exhaled from the nasal cavity was hot, her throat was dry, and the poison in her body became stronger and stronger.

She pulled out the silver hairpin from her head and stabbed at her fingertips fiercely.

A bright red drop of blood appeared on the snow-white fingertips, and the ten fingers connected to the heart. This tingling pain finally made her wake up a bit.

After finishing everything, Mo Qingli went to the bathroom next door. The water soaked in medicinal herbs in the sandalwood tub was still there. Without hesitation, she kept pouring the cold water on her face.

She didn't return to the house until the flame in her chest dissipated a bit, and she was going to find some medicines that could clear away the heat, so as to undo the medicinal properties of this love potion.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped into the room, she smelled a bloody smell.

"Who?" Before the words fell, a long sword with a cold light was already placed between her neck.

"Shut up if you want to survive!" The voice behind him was low and full of magnetism.

Mo Qingli sneered in her heart: "If you want to live, be honest with me." She was sure that this man had lost a lot of blood, and even though he tried his best to bear it, the hand holding the sword still trembled slightly, obviously the injury was serious.

The man behind him flinched, Xu didn't expect her to be so calm, under the silver mask, a hint of surprise flashed in those long and narrow phoenix eyes.

"You're crazy!" The masked man said three words, suddenly raised his hand to extinguish the candle, then covered Mo Qingli's mouth, with a little effort, the two shrank into the closet next to them.

The two were close at hand, and the man's heavy breathing hit the tip of Mo Qingli's hair.

Mo Qingli pointed at the hand that he was holding tightly to her, and signaled him to put it down.

The masked man hesitated for a moment, and finally put down his hand.

At this moment, there was movement on the roof, apparently the person chasing him was still wandering on the roof.

"It's clearly coming here, keep searching!" The martial arts practitioner's sensitive ears passed the words on the roof into his ears verbatim.

When the searchers left, Mo Qingli gave the man an elbow.

The masked man groaned, and Mo Qingli turned around again, and was already standing outside the closet, raising his hand and pointing the dagger at the masked man's neck.

The four eyes met, and through the silver mask, the eyes she saw were particularly deep, like a bottomless lake.

The masked man narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, his voice was flat, without a trace of fear: "Kill me, you will regret it."

Mo Qingli exerted all her strength with the dagger, stabbed it at the man's throat, and said coldly: "If I swipe lightly, even the Immortal Da Luo will not be able to save you. If I dare to stab, I can guarantee that no one will find it. your corpse!"

"Do you threaten me?"

"It's just treating him in the same way." Could she, Mo Qingli, have knives and swords on her neck at will?She has always been vengeful!

"Before I came in, I had already made a mark. My people will find you sooner or later." When he does things, he doesn't only care about the immediate future, how can someone who doesn't pave the way for the future accomplish great things? "So you can't kill me, it's not good for you." He sneered and continued.

Mo Qingli stared at the masked man in front of her, and after a while she threw the silver hairpin in her hand to the ground.

"It's not because I'm afraid of you, but because you didn't really want to kill me." He didn't make her feel murderous before, which was the real reason why she threw away the dagger.

Mo Qingli lit the candle and asked, "Where is the cripple on the ground?"

The masked man was panting, and sat down beside the chair of the Eight Immortals Table. He was waiting for his subordinates to come to rescue him. He was too weak at this time, and if he went out, he might be caught by those people.

"What? Are you a concubine? You care so much." The masked man tore off the hem of his clothes and treated the wound on his hand.

"You know this? If you don't want to be like him, get lost!" Mo Qingli glared at him, but found that he didn't say hello at all, just lying on the Eight Immortals table, and passed out.

Hmph, it's all hurt like that, so what's the point?

"You're lucky, I'm moving today, I don't want to get into trouble." Mo Qingli took out the silver needle from the drawer, and pricked the acupuncture points on his body, first to help him stop the bleeding.

After all the wounds were treated, she was already sweating profusely, not because of being too tired, nor because of the strength she had put in to save him, but because the poison in her body had once again exploded strongly.

She adjusted her breathing, tried hard to restrain the vigorous medicine in her body, took out a bottle of medicine, and put it under his nose.

The masked man frowned and woke up.

"I'm going to sleep, you... Immediately, immediately, get out." Panting, Mo Qingli drank this sentence, the man in front of her was already very blurred, and the last remaining rationality told her that she couldn't be alone with a man.

The masked man's cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was rough. He couldn't restrain the hotness in his body, and he tugged at the front of his clothes irritably: "What did you do to me?"

He knew what the reaction at this moment meant. How dare this woman administer this kind of medicine to her?
It was just dawn, and only a few residual stars were scattered in the sky.

That is, there were bursts of noisy human voices outside the courtyard.

Mo Qingli subconsciously rolled over from the bed, the severe pain in her abdomen made her stop.

not good!With a thump in my heart, I looked up at the messy bed, and there really was a pool of blood stains blooming on the mattress like the flowers of the other shore.

What happened with that masked man yesterday was already obvious, Mo Qingli clenched her fists tightly, and the anger rising in her heart made her gnash her teeth.

"Mo Qingli, come out!" The voice from outside was Mo Zhiyan's.

Mo Qingli's apricot-like eyes were filled with coldness, she pulled the quilt to cover the blood stains on the mattress, and saw a burning candle beside the embroidered pillow.

The candle should have been placed here by the masked man, and she picked up the small note pressed under the candle, on which there were only four words: There is medicine in the candle!
I finally understood that yesterday's problem was caused by this candle, and the man in the mask was also poisoned. The two of them worked out the antidote for each other, and no one owed the other!

"Mo Qingli, I don't dare to look at what you have done. Don't hide, come out!" Mo Zhiyan continued to yell outside.

The lame man, the candle mixed with love potion, and the bustling catching of rape at this time, step by step, Mo Qingli couldn't get rid of her anger if she didn't return it.

"What? Did you rush here to say hello to your sister so early in the morning?" Mo Qingli opened the door and snorted coldly with a half-smile.

Mo Zhiyan bit her lips, hating her superior face the most, if she is not abandoned today, isn't mother's work for nothing?

She cheered herself up, puffed her chest out, and said, "I heard from the maid, there was a lot of commotion in your yard last night. A man called here to go out early in the morning."

(End of this chapter)