My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 2: Six hundred and ninety-third

Chapter 1257 2.693 Blocking Tigers

It's just a pity that none of Qiao Mu's people paid attention to her. After they finished eating, they felt that they had enough rest, so they packed up their utensils a bit and continued to swim deep in Fushan.

Yian saw that no one asked her if she was injured or how scared she was, and her heart was filled with all kinds of grievances.

Soon, Prince Annan used the excuse that the princess was frightened, and the event was cancelled and the group was ordered to go home separately.

And he himself sent Princess Yi'an to the palace logically.

After the farce of Prince Annan was over, Qiao Mu and his party continued to play for a while, talking and laughing, and did not end until the afternoon.

The arbor who didn't sleep well all night, is a little tired now.

After getting in the carriage, I looked for the prince as a pillow. Originally, I just wanted to close my eyes and have a nap, but I didn’t expect to fall asleep after leaning on the prince for a while.

Mo Lin raised her hand and stroked the back of her head, and took a thin silk carpet to cover her belly.

The little monk was lying on his back, and after a day of playing, he was so tired that he fell asleep.

Moline simply asked the driver to stop and the carriage to stop by the side of the road, so that his Joe Joe could sleep well.

Qiaomu slept for an hour before waking up.

When I saw my carriage still at the foot of Fushan Mountain, I couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

"I didn't leave."

"The carriage swayed, disturbing you to sleep." Moline stretched out her fingers and brushed away the strands of hair floating on her cheeks, "I will send you back now."

Qiao Mu nodded his head, stretched out his hand and yawned a little, turned his head and saw the little monk lying on all fours sleeping soundly, he couldn't help being a little funny.

This little guy has been tired for a day, so let's go to sleep with him.

The coachman breathed a sigh of relief, and drove the carriage away from the Fushan area and headed into the city.

Mo Lin took out the tea and snacks prepared in advance from the compartment and fed it to her daughter-in-law for a while.

As if thinking of something, Qiao Mu couldn't help but asked curiously, "Mo Lin, you said that the son of King Annan, why did you make it? He wants to marry Princess Yi'an as his wife. He likes her?"

Molin couldn't help but laugh, "What can be liked or disliked between them, at most it is benefit."

The little guy curled his mouth and was about to take a sip with his tea, when he suddenly felt that the carriage paused slightly.

She almost spilled a sip of tea when she reached her mouth.

The prince has quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly grasped her little hand to help her stabilize her figure.

"What's the matter." The driver of the car, the car skills are still good, usually not so reckless~IndoMTL.com~ drove the car bumpy.

"His Royal Highness, yes, yes..." The coachman's tone added a bit of surprise and helplessness.

Qiaomu stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and saw a carriage stopped in the middle of the road on the busy street.

Standing akimbo in front of the carriage, with the women of four or five palace guards, is really familiar.

"Moline, come and see, who is this person, he looks familiar." Qiao Mu couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve.

Prince Mo leaned his head next to her, looking out, his face turned black almost instantly.

Seeing his transient expression, Qiao Mu asked curiously, "Who is this person."

Moshuang, the fourth princess, it is this woman who is in the middle of the road!

I don’t even want the slightest decentness of the Wang Family, and lose all the face of the Mo Family! Mo Lin had a black face and was about to lift the curtain and get out of the car.

(End of this chapter)