Rebirth of the Concubine Merry

Seeing that his favorite uncle didn't care about his appeal, Mo Yiyang softly called out, "Uncle Seventeen..."

Mo Liufeng knelt down and pinched the flesh on Mo Yiyang's face, and said in a warm voice, "Hey, this is for your Seventeenth Aunt. If you want to eat, ask the palace people to buy it?" Ask the palace people to buy this proposal That's right, it's just that... He forgives Mo Yiyang but he doesn't dare.

Sure enough, Mo Yiyang's eyes lit up when he heard his words, and then he lowered his head in disappointment.

The last time he ate a little bit of rose cake, he was beaten up by his concubine mother, and his ass still hurts. He really never dared to ask the palace servants to eat something for him again.

Mu Yunyang lowered her head to look at Mo Yiyang's body, and nodded knowingly, she was a little fat.

Knowing that his uncle was unreliable, Mo Yiyang turned around and flattered Mu Yunyang.Stretched out a fat little hand and pulled Mu Yunyang's skirt, coquettishly said: "Aunt Seventeen, can you share a little bit?" I was still the king before, but now I am so busy for food. Both words were spoken.

Mu Yunyang turned her head to look at Mo Liufeng, and threw the question to him.The thing was given by him, and she accepted it with her own hands.If she gave it to someone else, it would mean that she didn't know how to flatter her, but after all, this little chubby is a member of the royal family.This time, it's not good for her to give it, and it's not good if she doesn't give it.

Mo Liufeng looked at Mu Yunyang with a smile, and didn't speak, acting like you can do whatever you want.He naturally didn't want her to give things to Mo Yiyang in his heart, and he didn't buy that brat.

Mu Yunyang thought about it for a while, and in the end, the possessive desire in his heart made trouble. Mu Yunyang put the thing on his back, shook his head and said, "No, this thing was given to me by your Seventeenth Uncle."

"But...but you don't know how to eat!" Mo Yiyang said confidently, as if betting that Mu Yunyang would not touch the food in her hands.

"Who... who... said it! I'll eat it!" Mu Yunyang was a little embarrassed to be seen through by a three-year-old child. To prove to Mo Yiyang that she really knows how to eat.

Mo Yiyang lifted his chin in disdain, it would be more convincing if his small eyes didn't always glance at the things in Mu Yunyang's hands.

Mu Yunyang put the oiled paper box containing Yunan Pavilion's Ruyi Cake in her palm, and could feel its temperature through the oiled paper.Mo Liufeng was a little too gracious to her, these few things can't be bought in one place.For example, the Ruyi Cake in Yunan Pavilion is in the south of the city, but the auspicious fruit in Sixiang Tower is in the north of the city.

There is nothing to be courteous about, not adultery or robbery.

The last time Mo Liufeng sent her a bouquet of flowers, she thought it was done by that girl Yunzhu again, so she didn't stop her.As a result, every morning since then, I can see a few flowers in the white jade bottle on her window sill, and there are no heavy ones.However, her maid didn't notice anything wrong. Once she woke up early and saw someone sitting on her bedside, that feeling was not to mention horrifying.

Mo Yiyang glanced at Mo Liufeng while Mu Yunyang was in a daze, then pouted and looked up at Mu Yunyang: "Look, you actually don't eat at all." It's better to let him eat, he eats !

"Okay, then you can eat." Mu Yunyang was straightforward now, and pushed the thing in front of Mo Yiyang, she suddenly regretted it, and it was better to return this hot potato.

Mo Yiyang smiled, and just about to reach out to take it, he was interrupted by voices saying hello: "See King Yirong, Prince Fifteen." Each voice is different, but equally tender and moving.

Both Mo Xuan'ang and Mo Xiji could just bend down and say "Hello, Uncle Seventeen", while the others bowed their knees and saluted, they couldn't get up without talking about it.

Mo Yiyang frowned, seeing that the pastries he got flew away like this, he blamed these few people.Mo Liufeng's full attention is on Mu Yunyang, and the time spent with Mu Yunyang is disturbed, and he doesn't care if he's in a bad mood.They just silently turned their heads to look at Mo Xuanang and Mo Xiji, the two of them understood immediately, and quickly nodded to Mu Yunyang with a smile: "Hello, Princess Qinghua." Their movements were even more neat than those of Mo Liufengdao.

It was supposed to be Mu Yunyang who greeted her first, but now that the two of them took the lead, it seemed like they were greeting her, but that was the only way to go: "The Eighth and Ninth Princes are well."

Mu Yunyang's voice was followed by a weak voice of "Eight Brother Nine Brothers".

What she didn't know was that the two of them were also struggling, and their lives would be shortened by ten years because of Uncle Seventeen's glance.They didn't dare not do what Uncle Seventeen wanted.

Those ladies from all over the world were ignored by them. Seeing that they could not hold on any longer, Mo Xuanang bumped Mo Xiji with his elbow, motioning for him to come out and say something.Who told him that he was the Nine Princes, Mo Xiji, who always looked at people with tenderness.

"Look, it's all my fault. When I saw Uncle Seventeen, I forgot that there was someone else. Get up, get up." Mo Xiji laughed a few times, and immediately stopped talking when he found it too embarrassing.

Even so, Mo Xiji still received several grateful smiles, and Mo Xiji was even more embarrassed, so he simply didn't look at them.

Song Jiamin was one of them, she thought it was Mo Xiji who was too shy to look at her, and suddenly felt that she was one step ahead of Nangong Wanling, and won back the round where Nangong Wanling and the two princes got close.He raised his eyebrows at her proudly.

Nangong Wanling knew that it was not appropriate for her to show up now, so on the surface she just acted as if she hadn't seen her.He just scolded Song Jiamin in his heart for being an idiot, who couldn't even look at his face.

The author has something to say: In fact, I really, really want to stop updating...but... no matter how bad it is, let's grind it slowly!

Also, it was originally written as a drama, but I know that it may have been driven a little crazy by fast transmigration recently, so I wrote it like this.

plot, collapse;

Human design, collapse;

author, collapse;

but!It's okay, let's continue to collapse!

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