The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 63
The night is quiet at the beginning, people are asleep, in the silence and peace, the snow-white angel slowly floats from the night sky, and the light snow comes with the night dance music.

Mo Ziyuan just stepped into the house and was about to go to bed.

"I didn't expect the young girl to be so popular." A heavy sigh overflowed, and I saw the twelve princes walking slowly from behind the screen in scarlet clothes. Mo Ziyuan was startled, and loudly reprimanded: "You How did you get in?"

The Twelfth Prince lazily found a Taishi chair and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, sipped it lightly, couldn't help but raised his thumb and said in admiration: "That's right, the little girl still has such a fine silver needle."

Mo Ziyuan ignored him, angrily said: "What are you doing here, how did you get in?"

The Twelfth Prince raised his hand and pointed to the window.

Mo Ziyuan was so angry that she glared at him with her hands on her hips and her mouth pouting.

The Twelve Princes put the teacup on the coffee table, and said solemnly: "Little girl... I don't have the willow disease!"

Mo Ziyuan chuckled, frowned slightly and said, "Whether you have that disease or not is none of my business!"

The Twelfth Prince said again: "Don't fall in love with him, you will get hurt."

Mo Ziyuan saw that the twelve princes were not as usual, so she was full of suspicion: "You are not drunk and want to take revenge, are you?" Slowly leaning closer to his body and smelling it, it is strange that there is no smell of alcohol coming out.

"Little girl, I said, don't fall in love with my seventh brother!" The Twelfth Prince repeated it again, with a heavier tone.

Mo Ziyuan's white jade-like face was stained with red clouds, and she said shyly: "Who told you that I like the prince, besides, do you care who this girl likes?"

"Trust me, don't fall in love with him!" The Twelfth Prince stood up suddenly, his soul-stirring peach eyes flashed with a dangerous light, grabbed Mo Ziyuan's shoulders, and dragged her into his arms.

A man's unique breath came from his nose, and the faint fragrance rushed towards his face. Mo Ziyuan was startled and wanted to push him away, but the man's strength made her unable to move at all.

Mo Ziyuan was furious and reprimanded: "Master Twelfth, what are you doing, let me go!"

The Twelfth Prince held her tightly with his hands like mountains, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, and murmured: "Can't you be gentle with me once? I have already listened to you and put those women I don't love I’ve let go of everything, and I won’t hang around the fireworks anymore, how about I take you back to see my concubine mother, she is very kind, she will definitely like you, like me..."

Mo Ziyuan didn't have the heart to listen to what he had to say, but just struggled indiscriminately, roaring in her mouth: "Let go, you crazy!" As expected, the big conspiracy he was brewing against himself was being carried out, and he would not Want to sully yourself!With this in mind, she suppressed the frenzy in her heart and performed her most skillful shoulder throw.

Sure enough, he was slammed to the ground, but after a while, the room was silent, and he fell to the ground without moving.

After a long while, Mo Ziyuan plucked up the courage to kick his body with her slender feet. The Twelve Princes who fell to the ground still did not move. Mo Ziyuan looked sideways, and the Twelfth Prince was actually pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Mo Ziyuan quickly stretched out her hand to explore, but fortunately, a weak breath came from her nose.Touching his forehead again, it was as hot as fire.

Mo Ziyuan staggered out of the room and called Lan Yang and Qing Ruo. Qing Ruo went to invite the doctor, and Lan Yang and Mo Ziyuan carried the twelve princes to their bed.

After a while, Dr. Hu staggered in with a medicine box and took the pulse of the twelve princes.

Dr. Hu wrote the prescription and handed it to Mo Ziyuan, and said softly: "Miss Mo, the Twelfth Master just suffered from the wind and cold, and there is nothing serious about it. Let him sweat and take the medicine on time. After a while of recuperation, he will recover."

Mo Ziyuan asked Lan Yang to decoct the medicine, looked at the Twelfth Prince who was still in a coma, shook her head and sighed: "You prince is really capricious when you have a fever, but do you want to send someone to pick you up? Let the palace doctor take care of you? But wouldn't it be too strange for you to go out from me, I don't want to be your gossip."

"My lord will recuperate here first, don't talk too much!" The Twelfth Prince suddenly opened his eyes and answered domineeringly.

Mo Ziyuan was taken aback by him, and said helplessly, "Hey, people scare people, scare people to death, don't you know?"

"Little girl, let me stay for one night. I don't want to go back and worry my concubine mother. I will leave tomorrow." The twelve princes looked at her with begging eyes.

Mo Ziyuan's heart softened, it's not humane to forcibly drive away a sick person, so she could only reluctantly say: "Yes, yes, but don't mess around, and leave tomorrow morning!"

The twelve princes smiled knowingly, and said in a low voice: "Little girl, you are so kind!"

Seeing his rascal appearance, Mo Ziyuan glanced at him and said, "I miss your filial piety."

After a while, Lan Yang came in with the medicinal juice, blinked at Mo Ziyuan, Mo Ziyuan nodded knowingly, and said with a smile: "Master Twelfth, drink the medicine first, the good medicine is bitter and good for the disease, I want to get better soon I need to take medicine."

When Lan Yang was about to put the medicinal juice into the mouth of the twelve princes, he suddenly turned his head away and said with a sneer: "Little girl, come and serve me to drink the medicine, otherwise, my father will refuse!"

Mo Ziyuan said helplessly: "My servant knows that you have to torture me if you get the chance, so please, this servant is here to serve you! I hope you drink more!"

Mo Ziyuan took the medicine bowl, cast a sharp glance at him with eyes as clear as water, and poured the medicine into it.

The Twelfth Prince frowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "What kind of medicine is so bitter! You didn't do it on purpose, right? There is no such bitter medicine."

Mo Ziyuan held back her smile, and said softly: "I don't think that the twelve-foot-tall man is afraid of suffering, and this servant will really look at you with admiration."

"Who says I'm afraid of suffering, I don't add honey like Seventh Brother, I'll drink it without leaving a drop!" The Twelve Prince's aggressive appearance almost caused internal injuries to Mo Ziyuan and Lan Yang.

When Lan Yang was going to decoct the medicine, Mo Ziyuan once whispered in her ear, let her add more Coptis chinensis, who told you to dare to violate this girl!
Sure enough, after drinking a bowl of concoction, the Twelfth Prince's face has turned into a liver color.

"Hurry up and rest!" After Mo Ziyuan pulled Lan Yang out of the room, she couldn't help it, and the two covered their mouths and laughed.

"Sister, your trick is so poisonous!" Lan Yang had already burst into tears from laughing.

"Hmph, who told her to hurt Sister Shu? This time, it's revenge. For tomorrow's medicine, we will double the number of Coptis."

"Sister, is this too much?"

"What are you afraid of? It's fine to eat more Coptis chinensis. Let him taste what it means to be 'a dumb person who eats Coptis chinensis can't tell the pain'. I won't be merciful to him!"

"Haha, sister, I really admire you."

"Send it to your door, don't want it for nothing, Twelfth Master, you have suffered a lot. I said earlier that next time you fall into my hands, I will definitely not let you have any good fruit."

The two of them talked nonchalantly, thinking that they had played tricks on this wicked young man, they suddenly felt exasperated and raised their eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)