Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce Chapter 236: Come on, give me a good time1

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What does this guy want to do?

Qu Tan'er clenched her pink fists, her little heart was scratching like a cat's paw, scratching and scratching.

At this moment, Mo Liancheng put down the empty bowl and asked softly: "Would you like to lean on for a while, or... lie down? Or, how about getting out of bed and taking a walk? But you can't go out. I, the king, will not be open to the outside world these two days. Claim that you are still unconscious."

"Yeah, I understand."

"I will accompany you today."

Mo Liancheng also leaned lightly on the edge of the bed on the other side, and the two just looked at each other.

"You..." is weird.

"If you have anything to say, just ask." He had known that she was holding back a lot of words in her heart.

"No words..." Qu Tan'er was defeated, biting her lip and said heroically: "No, come on, give me a good time!"

Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"My lord, today - you are very strange."

"I am very normal."

"?!..." A normal bird.

Qu Tan'er remained silent. If he didn't say anything, even if he was wasting his words, he wouldn't be able to ask why. For a long time, she stared at Mo Liancheng with a puzzled look on his face, but the man looked back calmly and lightly, without any embarrassment or embarrassment, and he was just normal.

Finally, she was defeated and looked away first.

"Mo Liancheng, what are you thinking about?" she asked softly.

"Miss you...what are you thinking about?" He replied naturally.

"..." She was dizzy. This guy's answer was so classic.

Suddenly, Mo Liancheng moved forward and leaned side by side with her. He stretched out an arm and gently touched her shoulder, letting her lean on his shoulder. "Don't move, and you are not allowed to refuse me." . Don’t you want to know what I am thinking? As long as you don’t move, I will tell you.”

Sure enough, Qu Tan'er's face was tangled, but curiosity finally prevailed.

Not moving...

Mo Liancheng smiled slightly, not as gentle as before, nor as cold and ruthless. In front of me, it was like another him. One takes off the mask, the most real him. Although his handsome face was calm, his eyes showed a touch of sadness, a slight helplessness, and a sense of loneliness and loneliness that had formed in his heart for a long time.

He gently pressed his chin against her forehead and said softly: "The father will establish a prince in the short term, and the situation of brothers fighting each other will definitely become more and more serious. At this moment, the casualties are everywhere. It's inevitable. I have no intention of participating in the fight for the position of crown prince. I originally planned to avoid it by being injured, but... I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to pounce on me."

"Well, it's a bit silly."

"But it's good to be stupid, really, very good." He couldn't help but tighten her arm, and continued: "The assassins in the palace were arranged by Brother Wang, and they were made to be flawless. I have no Even if I find a little evidence, my father won’t believe it.”

As for why Mo Yihuai suddenly wanted to kill him, Mo Liancheng didn't tell him.

Mo Liancheng continued to speak calmly.

Qu Tan'er listened quietly. The more he listened, the more he admired him.

As expected, this guy is the most outstanding among the princes. Not only is he thoughtful and far-sighted, but he can also disrupt the overall situation on his own. Because since ancient times, it is not uncommon for brothers to kill each other during imperial power struggles. What Mo Liancheng said about having no intention of becoming the prince did not mean that he had no intention of becoming the emperor.

Not fighting is not retreat, but retreat is advancement.

Now that the emperor is still here, he is only ill, but has not announced that he is critically ill. Or he is using his illness as a test. Who can understand the emperor's mind?