Chapter 131 You just want a break 5

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"Well, it's fine. But if she hears ..." The corner of Mo Liancheng's mouth was not free, and the lord imagined that little angry face, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

He waved his hand, and Yu Hao stepped back.

Painting still has to continue.

It's just the person in the painting, it's also an angry face ...

In the evening. Snow courtyard.

Qu Taner finally got out of bed to eat, but in addition to Jing Xin, no one was allowed in, including Yue La and Xiao Wei.

"I'm sick in bed? He took care of me for seven days? How did the mansion spread this rumor?" Qu Tan'er slapped her chopsticks on the table, her little face was angry, and she almost lift the table—not really. , Because Jingxin was holding it down.

"Master, calm down!" Jing Xin said calmly.

In the entire snow courtyard, she was the only one who knew what had happened these seven days, and she was the one who served Qu Tan'er. At the same time, Yu Hao warned her not to talk nonsense. Speaking of which, as a maid and sister, she is also in a complicated mood. It is obviously a blessing to be favored by the prince, but the master looks extremely angry.

She didn't understand, she didn't understand...

Qu Tan'er's small face was extremely tangled.

It's a pity, and it's so bad?
Thinking that you are smart, how come you meet a wolf who is playing rogue?

Although she was angry, she had to admire the method of staying together and how he cheated her, so she was not allowed to speak? At the same time he flaunt his glorious husband image to the outside world? If she also yelled all her troubles, she didn't know if she would live or die, he only needs to say lightly: The Eighth princess Consort is mad... Then she will be able to live a normal life in the future.

Even she will not be crazy, she will be imprisoned for life to become crazy, will she?

What's more, she was his consort, and she was normal in ancient times. No matter how troublesome it was, it wouldn't benefit her in the end.

Bastard! Frustrated to death.

"Master..." Jing Xin was worried.

Qu Tan'er took a deep breath and slowly calmed down. She patted Jing Xin's shoulder and comforted: "Jing Xin, don't worry. Your lord, I am fine now. Think about it, there is no big deal in these seven days and seven nights, just treat it as my prostitute (female ticket) Do you have to be a prince? Cut! The technology is so bad that it won't drop at once."

Outside the window.

Yu Hao's shoulders trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he rushed to the Frost Courtyard invisibly.

Extremely doubtful, what would it look like if these words were passed to a certain master?

He was looking forward to... 

The time was rushing, and three days passed after blinking.

In the Palace of Eighth Prince, everything was going as usual, except that there are quiet rumors in the world that the princess is seriously ill and may die soon. As for the Frost Courtyard, there was nothing unusual, and it still declined to visit.

Early this morning, at dawn, Qu Tan'er, who could not leave the house, finally stepped out of the room for the first time.

That beautiful face is still gentle and elegant, ruddy and unparalleled, does it look a little seriously ill? Immediately the rumor that the princess was dying ill was self-defeated.

Qu Tan'er shut herself down for a few days, and finally wanted to no longer entangled in this matter. What's more, at that time, she was also eager to ask for a divorce and fell in love with Mo Liancheng. It can only be treated as a fart, and if you let it go, it's gone. If her spending the nights was known by everyone, it's her who will be ashamed. Besides, in the future, she will really travel back to the 21st century, and the original "she" will be able to come back. It is not easy to be a person, right?

Thinking about it this way, she was kind of happy to see it.

Qu Tan'er got up early and stepped out, naturally not doing nothing. She went directly out of the house with Jing Xin.

Some things should be done first.


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