The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 379

"Qingcheng! Come back to the mansion with me to have a look!"

When the housekeeper saw Mo Qingcheng, his eyes lit up as if he saw it.

Mo Qingcheng asked with a puzzled expression.

"What's the matter, is something wrong?"

"As we walk, I'll tell you."

Then, Mo Qingcheng made a hasty confession, and followed the butler away. As for Huanhuan, he naturally did not follow.

When I arrived at the Twelve Princes' Mansion, and came to the low-key and luxurious bedroom of the Twelve Princes, I saw that the door was closed tightly, and all the people outside were frowning, looking helpless.

The housekeeper sent away those who didn't know, but he was often comforted by Di Jiuyang's protection. He already knew the relationship between Mo Qingcheng and Di Jiuyang. Mo Qingcheng touched his nose , When, it was obviously an underground relationship, but the guards of the entire Twelve Princes' Palace knew about it.

Mo Qingcheng pushed the door and went, and was immediately frozen, and then heard a deep voice.

"Didn't the king say, don't disturb the king, get out."

get out?
Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, and walked slowly towards Di Jiuyang, before he got close to Di Jiuyang, Di Jiuyang suddenly reached out and pinched Mo Qingcheng's neck, then retracted his hand in the next moment, coughed twice, He looked at Mo Qingcheng as if nothing had happened.

"How did you come?"

OK?
Although Mo Qingcheng said that the relationship should not be made public, the two of them have already discussed it, but why is Di Jiuyang so arrogant?

Looking at Di Jiuyang's white jade-like face, it was flushed abnormally at the moment, and Mo Qingcheng could tell from the temperature from his hand just now that he had a fever, and it was still a high fever.

He reached out to touch Di Jiuyang's head, but Di Jiuyang turned his face away, leaving Mo Qingcheng blank.

"It's not that I've decided to stay away. It has nothing to do with you now that this king is like this."

Even if Mo Qingcheng had a good temper and wanted to endure Di Jiuyang all the time, now he is completely angry.

"You belong to Miss Ben from top to bottom. If you have a fever and get sick, and you don't eat or take medicine, you have something to do with Miss Ben."

Mo Qingcheng had to admit that he hadn't seen Di Jiuyang for more than a month, and that kind of yearning was really engraved into his bone marrow.

The corner of Di Jiuyang's mouth curled into a mocking smile, as if he was laughing at Mo Qingcheng's words, which were too insignificant. If he really cared about him, why couldn't he fall asleep thinking about her every day, but she acted like a normal person. There is still the mood to crack the treasure for Mo Chengguang.

Mo Qingcheng directly grabbed Di Jiuyang's collar, relying on Di Jiuyang not to hit her, directly wiped his forehead, and immediately frowned.

Mo Qingcheng didn't say anything, instead, he took out the thermometer from the space, stuffed it into Di Jiuyang's mouth, then picked up the hot towel, and put it directly on Di Jiuyang's forehead.

Di Jiuyang was leaning on the bed. Seeing him like this, Mo Qingcheng immediately moved to the bedside.

"Lie down."

Di Jiuyang didn't speak or move. Mo Qingcheng pulled off the quilt, pressed Di Jiuyang on the bed, then covered Di Jiuyang's body with the quilt, slipped in his own slippers.

Di Jiuyang didn't speak, just stared at Mo Qingcheng in a daze, the sarcasm in his eyes became more obvious.

Mo Qingcheng looked at the thermometer, it was almost forty degrees, and he was almost a fool.

(End of this chapter)