My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 1: Five hundred and twenty-two


Chapter 522 1.522 Prince is terrible

For a long while, there was no sound, and the quiet needle falling in the south study room could be heard.

Gong Changan held the invitation card in his hand, sweating on his forehead, and secretly screaming that the king would pit people. This hard work, where he originally wanted to come, can't hold back the king's personal order to let him come over...

Why is the father and son pitting each other at the same time, it's their little shrimps, woo woo woo woo woo woo.

Xiao Xizi also stood aside with his head down, completely treating himself as a log, silent and silent.

Gong Changan's heart jumped for a while, and finally heard the prince's cold and low voice sound in the study, "Qin has been in his longevity, and has to help him make a face alone? How big does he think he can be?"

"Let Mo Jiao go." The prince said coldly, with a touch of irony in the words, "Mo Jiao, didn't Mo Jiao move his mind to Guanglu Temple Shaoqing and the third young lady of Li Fuhai's head for a while? Mrs. Li had received the grace of medicine from the Qin Mansion in the past, and she will definitely take the third young lady who has not yet come out of the cabinet to the Qin Mansion to congratulate Qin Guilu on his birthday. This is not good enough to create a chance for Mo Jiao, so that he can embrace the beauty soon Go back, take a beautiful concubine and go home. Give birth to your fifth concubine early."

Gong Changan was dumbfounded with cold sweat.

The prince, you are really terrifying, even the little trouble of Li Fuhai's family, Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple, why did his wife receive the favor of Qin Mansion? You can find it very clear, you are so terrible, it makes people feel so stressed!

What should I do if I suddenly sympathize with His Royal Highness the prince? Your Highness's IQ is simply not enough for a single hair, so what can you fight with!

Mo Lin sneered, "The lonely good eldest brother is just fine with his ability to serve women. Others? Don't think about the strength of your brain."

Gong Changan:......

This is full of mockery, isn't it?

After a daze, Gong Changan gave his Royal Highness a bang on his head, "His Royal Highness. Recently, the king has been taking the Pain Regulating Pill made by the master of the Qin Mansion. I feel better, so I want to make him feel better. If you take this trip, by the way, ask Qin Patriarch for a few bottles of Pain-Regulating Pill. Even if you make a face to Qin Mansion Patriarch, your Highness will be wronged this time..."

Mo Lin looked directly at Gong Chang'an with cold eyes, "Since the king is in good health, let him take care of this political matter personally!"

Gong Changan:......

No! Your Royal Highness!

"The old slave will go back and report to the king so that... the king will send the grand prince to the Qin Mansion." Gong Changan hurriedly crawled out the door and ran away, even the invitation dropped to the ground.

Furthermore, the prince is going to quit the stall!

"This is unreasonable!" The owner of a small family of pill family celebrated his birthday~IndoMTL.com~ and wanted him to come to congratulate him?

The face is so big!

Moline patted the book case angrily, and many of the books fell off.

Xiao Xizi waited for the eunuchs and palace maids, all knelt down together, did not dare to lift their heads, and did not dare to breathe.

"Your Majesty, the king is confused. You think of what you do. You didn't know it the first day." Feng Feng bent over and picked up the books that fell on the ground one by one, and put them on the table.

"Someone must have blown the air in his ears." Mo Lin sneered with a calm face, "That Zheng Ji, it seems to be too much to stay."

"Your Highness." A calm and old voice sounded outside the door.

"Mr. Shangguan is here." The prince stood up to greet him, and when he saw an old man in white shirt with a gentle face, he bowed and saluted.

The old man chuckles his beard.

(End of this chapter)


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