Secret agent crossing: Overbearing prince's favorite concubine

Chapter 7

Madam Wuzhi, Mo Qingli is now Jun Shecang's side concubine. Although Jun Shecang is useless and romantic, he is favored by the emperor. In time, he will be the prince's father-in-law, so why not compete for the chief assistant of the cabinet.

"Humph!"

Mo Hong shook off Song who was sticking to his body, and shouted loudly.

"Listen to me, Mo Qingli is the side concubine of Lord Cang now, you have to hurry up to prepare the dowry and marry her off gracefully, if there is any mistake, I will blame you!"

When Song suddenly heard Mo Hong's reprimand, her pupils dilated and her face widened in disbelief.

It happened that the imperial doctor came out from the inner room.

"Imperial doctor, imperial doctor, how is my daughter?" The two hurriedly greeted her.

The imperial doctor stroked Fu's gray beard and sighed.

"Miss Ling has been planted with the poison of the seven-star crabapple. I have used acupuncture to control the poison in her body. If the antidote cannot be found within seven days, I will be helpless."

As we all know, the seven-star crabapple is colorless, odorless, invisible and invisible, and it is hard to guard against. If you are poisoned, you will lose your mind, live in an illusion, and your whole body will be painful and red, and will eventually fester and die.

Song suddenly became dizzy, but luckily Mo Hong was beside her to support her.

This Mo Qingli was really cruel, but she forgot that the real instigator was herself.

For several days in a row, the weather was so gloomy that it seemed to drip water!

Mo Qingli lay lazily on the elm bamboo chair, her eyes closed, and the surroundings were silent.

Ears finally cleared up for a few days, aside from the faint screams of ghosts and wolves that came from the main courtyard every day, these days were quite pleasant.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in my ear.

Mo Qingli closed her eyes slightly and remained motionless.

Not long after, I saw the big maid next to Song surreptitiously appearing in the courtyard.

She paused at three steps, stopped at five steps, and disappeared from Mo Qingli's sight with her head poking around.

Mo Qingli raised her eyebrows, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

If you don't die, you won't die, Mrs. Song, you are really haunted!
Night slowly descends, countless darkness unfolds slowly like an endless curtain, the earth is silent, as if they are quietly sleeping.

As the cool breeze passed by, the shadows of the trees whirled and trembled for a while, and the mottled black shadows were reflected on the hazy and unreal gauze bed, swaying unsteadily.

The girl on the bed opened her sleepy eyelashes with a swish, her willow eyebrows froze, and her sharp eyes stared straight out of the window.

In the dark night, a figure flitted across the wall and ran to the room where Mo Qingli was.

The window broke open suddenly, and the cold wind howled, and a sharp sword with a cold light pierced the bed.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Qingli turned over suddenly, avoiding the attack of the man in black, her whole body rose into the air, and a handful of pink medicinal powder sprayed out from her hand.

The man in black was caught off guard, unable to dodge in time, and took in two mouthfuls while holding his breath.

I saw his eyes exposed in the dark night were terrified, and his body fell down limply.

Mo Qingli sneered, turned sideways and fell steadily from the bed.

The night breeze was cool, and everything was silent.The darkness is like an invisible prison, tightly imprisoning this world.

She walked slowly to the window, looking at the extremely dark night, her figure flickered slightly, and the white figure disappeared into the room instantly, leaving the cool wind swishing all alone.

The main courtyard of Mo Mansion was brightly lit at the moment, but it was completely dimmed.

In an exquisite wing room, Mrs. Song was wearing a clear gauze skirt, stepping on the milky white thin and soft carpet, back and forth, feeling uneasy.

I saw her raising her eyebrows horizontally from time to time, looking out of the black window where she couldn't see her fingers, her eyes were ferocious and anxious.

Why don't you come back?

Didn't you check it during the day? There were only her and the servant girl in Mo Qingli's yard.

While she was waiting anxiously, the shadows of the trees outside the window shook sparsely, breaking the silent and gloomy night.

Suddenly, a cold wind picked up, and the candlelight on the glazed lamp holder in the house was flickering, accompanied by the swaying of the tree shadow, a voice of cursing and choking, as if it had gone through the vicissitudes of ancient times, sounded hoarse.

"Aunt Song...you are so cruel!"

A gust of cold wind blew, the closed door slowly opened, the candle flame was extinguished instantly, and white smoke rose.

"Ah..."

Song's eyes widened in horror, her body trembling, the wind was blowing under her feet, she ran to the bed in an instant, pulled the Liuyun brocade mattress, and wrapped her trembling body tightly.

"It's so cold over there..."

"Why did you kill me, Aunt Song..."

I saw a white figure looming in the white mist, moving slowly, only forcing Mrs. Song on the bed.

"No...don't, I didn't intend to kill you, Murong Yan...I didn't intend to kill you!"

Song's body was trembling, her eyes were frightened, and she could not speak in a panic.

Murong Yan?
Mo Qingli in the white mist suddenly stopped, her sharp eyes were bloodthirsty and cold.

I wanted to pretend to be a ghost to punish the Song family, but I didn't want this woman to reveal what happened back then. It seems that my mother was indeed killed by the Song family.

The cold wind blew, the white mist lingered and spread, and the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed. I saw a black figure standing on the top of the tree, his robe flying, the silver-white mask glowing with cold light, and his whole body almost melted into the dark night.

At this moment, he was standing with his hands attached, his deep eagle-like eyes locked tightly on the white figure in the room, and there was a beautiful smile like a cherry blossom on the corner of his mouth.

What a funny girl!

"I didn't intend to kill you... You deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

Song Shi curled up, terrified, muttering and chewing a sentence over and over again.

Mo Qingli stood in the white mist, looked at Song's trembling body, flicked her cold sleeves, and disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye.

The hatred of killing one's mother is irreconcilable, this account will be settled in the future!
The next day, a sound of panic pierced through Mofu, breaking the tranquility of the morning. People raised their feet and stared, not knowing why.

In the wing room, Mrs. Song curled up, her eyes were full of anger, and her whole body was trembling.

"Ma'am, ma'am, what's the matter with you?"

"what……"

A servant girl suddenly heard Mrs. Song's shout, and hurried into the room, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she yelled out in fright.

I saw a figure hanging on the big elm wood bed carved with gold silk and wood. At this moment, his face was pale, his huge pupils were unblinking, and he was staring at Mrs. Song closely, as if he was dead.

"Quick, get him out!"

When Song saw the person coming, she jumped out of bed and pulled the maid to her eyes.

Suddenly, the cold and quiet yard became chaotic.

There are three poles in the sun, the wind is beautiful and the sun is shining brightly.

The whole Mofu is hidden in the shade of green trees, with waterside pavilions and terraces, fragrant grass and gurgling streams, just like an elegant and brilliant picture scroll, revealing endless magnificence.

"Mother, are you sure you want me to invite Mo Qingli?"

Among the heroes among the green trees, Mo Zhiyan wore a light pink gauze dress, with a white gauze covering her face, and her red lips hidden under the veil were slightly pouting, and said coquettishly to Mrs. Song.

Song patted Mo Zhiyan's forehead with pity, and pinned her black hair that was blown by the breeze to her temples.

"Zhiyan, listen to what mother said..." Song whispered in Mo Zhiyan's ear.

Mo Zhiyan suddenly smiled, and a trace of cruelty flashed in her deep eyes exposed in the air.

"Mother, don't worry, this time I will definitely make Mo Qingli die without a place to bury her!"

And at this moment, the person they wanted to get rid of quickly, was lazily lying in the yard basking in the sun, and the mottled sunlight shone through the leaves on her cold and beautiful face.

"Miss, Second Miss is here."

After a while, Mu Jin clung to her ear and said softly.

Mo Qingli opened her eyes abruptly, and when she saw who was coming, a sneer sneered at the corner of her mouth.

Under the bright sunshine, Mo Zhiyan wore a pink gauze dress, her black hair was rolled up, she smiled sweetly, and walked gracefully.

"Sister, my sister was ignorant before, so I came here today to apologize to my sister."

Mo Zhiyan blessed Mo Qingli, and said it softly, with a sincere face.

"Oh?" Mo Qingli raised her eyebrows abruptly, feeling that the sun is coming out from the west today.

"Then I want to ask, how can my sister pay for this crime?"

A sneer flashed across Mo Qingli's cool eyes, and she asked expressionlessly.

After Mo Zhiyan listened, the jade hands hidden in her sleeves were clenched tightly.

"Sister, mother has prepared a table of delicious dishes, and my sister is here to invite my sister to enjoy it."

Mo Zhiyan was afraid that Mo Qingli would not agree, so she fixed her crystal clear eyes on Mo Qingli.

Mo Qingli looked at her with a half-smile, but when Mo Zhiyan couldn't wait, she said it calmly.

"Let's go then."

At the end of the sentence, Mo Qingli turned around suddenly, and walked out of the courtyard, Mo Zhiyan was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

In the exquisite wing room, Mrs. Song frowned and looked quietly. When she saw Mo Zhiyan and Mo Qingli walking into the courtyard together, a ruthless light flashed across her charming face, and she hurriedly greeted them with a smile on her face.

"Qingli is here, hurry up and sit down!"

She walks elegantly and pretends to be in front of Mo Qingli, she is amiable, and in the eyes of outsiders, she looks like a good mother with a big heart.

Mo Qingli was also polite, and sat down on the wooden chair Song had already prepared, with a half-smile on her face, as if saying, I'm here, just use whatever tricks you have!

On the mahogany Eight Immortals table, all kinds of exquisite delicacies are listed on it, which is dazzling, and the appetite is greatly increased.

Mrs. Song let out a breath of turbid air slowly, squeezed out a smile, walked to the Eight Immortals table, reached out to pick up the ceramic bowl, filled a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup, and put it in front of Mo Qingli.

"Qingli is hungry, eat more, these are your favorite foods."

"Oh?" Mo Qingli raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile that was not a smile.

She is courteous in nothing, rape or robbery, but she still pretended to be flattered, and picked up the ceramic bowl with joy on her face.

"Boom, boom..." The porcelain spoon made a crisp and pleasant sound as it was stirred, and Song Shi and Mo Zhiyan's hearts shook unconsciously.

The two of them stared at the porcelain bowl in Mo Qingli's hand, eyes full of anxiety, you should eat it quickly!
Under the gaze of the two of them, Mo Qingli took a spoonful of lotus seed soup and put it to his mouth.

It melts in the mouth, the fragrance is tangy, this taste...

She frowns coldly, and the temperature around her body drops rapidly.

(End of this chapter)