Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

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"Miss Piao, let him stay in the palace?" Su Qiqi asked no questions, no expression on his face, looked at Hua Qianzi very lightly.

Do not look at her anger at all.

Her account with this woman has not been liquidated, and if she does not mention it, it does not mean that she will pass.

Even if she was the princess of the Baihua Kingdom, she would not be afraid of her going.

"Of course." Hua Qianzi looked like a hostess and stared at Su Qiqi with high toes.

A look of scorn.

In her opinion, as long as she went out, Su Qiqi would not dare to reprove.

Although she has the name of the princess, she has never been favored by Mo Wenchen. She even knows that there is no name between Su Qiqi and Mo Wenchen.

From this point, she knew that Su Qiqi would never be her opponent.

Still lowering her head and writing something in her hand, Su Qiqi raised her eyebrows lightly: "If Miss Table wants to intervene in this matter, it's best to ask Wang Ye first."

Just an understatement.

There is no momentum at all. Su Qiqi knows that now is not the time to be more powerful, and dealing with such women is better than wisdom.

"You ..." Hua Qianzi finally changed her face, and that pride disappeared. Indeed, she now has no right to ask all the affairs in the government, and ran here to spread, just relying on her identity as the princess of Baihua Country.

But this identity is invisible.

Can't go back to the King's Room.

Ignoring her anger, Su Qiqi faintly said: "If there is nothing else for Miss Table, go back to the room and try on the wedding dress. Tomorrow will give a reply to the royal family of Baihua Country."

Perhaps it was because the queen of the Baihua Kingdom felt that she had owed Hua Qianzi. She turned her back on her and even sent her wedding dresses in person, leaving the courtiers waiting in the palace.

Angrily flicking his sleeves, Hua Qianzi was speechless and could only leave with resentment.

The hatred in my heart rose a little, and I never thought that Su Qiqi would hit her so badly without spending a single soldier.

Unable to remedy the situation for Mr. Tsang Fang, this kind of trouble did not dare to know that he was right with Su Qiqi.

In secret, how many people are Su Qiqi's opponents.

At this time, Hua Qianzi couldn't tolerate Su Qiqi.

Everything she had planned in her heart could not wait to become reality.

At that time, she would have to see what capital Qi Suqi had to turn around.

"It must make you die terribly." Hua Qianzi said with a fist while holding her fist.

By that time, not only would he regain his place in the palace, but he would also remove the thorns in his eyes.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth brought a smile.

Mo Wenchen, who was standing in the yard and watching all this, did not change his expression, but just shook his head, not knowing whether to sigh Su Qiqi or spend a thousand poses.

He didn't like Yingying Yanyan, so there was no woman in Wangfu.

Su Qiqi is the decree of the emperor, and Hua Qianzi belongs to the queen of the Baihua Kingdom.

Does he have to accept it.

It was just a scene that he knew that Hua Qianzi would never be Su Qiqi's opponent.

Because of the accountant's case, all the people in Wangfu's house were settled down and down.

New Year's Eve ushered in heavy snow.

Mo Wenchen, Su Qiqi and Hua Qianzi gathered around a table to dine at one time, and sat down coldly, a little less than the usual muna, many families were released by Su Qiqi home Therefore, Wangfuli seemed extraordinarily deserted.

This feeling, Su Qiqi did not care.

This big year has no mother of her own. What the man said may have been forgotten, and she didn't expect too much.

The flower-dressed flowers kept fluttering for Momo to take care of the vegetables. She was extra gracious and charming.

Only Su Qiqi sat there coldly.

As if everyone had nothing to do with her.

However, Mo Wenchen sent the dishes to Su Qiqi bowl without words and eyes. It was just a random action, but everyone knew that this action was a time for Mo Wenchen.

On New Year's Eve, Mo Wenchen didn't want to see Su Qiqi sad again.

Out of a kind of compassion for her, or a heartache, he did.

Su Qiqi, who had originally bowed his head to eat, was a little hesitant. He looked up to see Mo Wenchen, but only saw him bow his head to eat.

They rarely talk to each other. Even if they are chatting, it is about the housework of the palace, or knowledge about medicine, and then the two will be silent.

Mo Wenchen will talk openly only when he is with Lei Yufeng.

Neither of them had any changes in their expressions, and they even gave a cold look and gave a cold glance. Although Hua Qianzi smiled, he bit his teeth secretly, almost breaking the silver teeth.

The hand holding the bamboo chopsticks was also very hard. She was angry, jealous, and unwilling ...

A New Year's Eve dinner ended in silence.

Hua Qianzi wanted to make an excuse to stay, but Mo Wenchen left first, but let Su Qiqi clean up to his room before leaving.

In the middle of the night, the lonely man and the widow, this makes Hua Qianzi unacceptable, but there is no stand to stop it.

I can only hate the lame, and the determination to implement the plan is becoming more and more determined.

No one can stop it.

After a round of firecrackers, it finally quieted down.

In the big palace, the family members have already returned home to rest, and only the guards stand by the door unhurried.

The entire yard is also decorated with lights, and the red lanterns have been hung to the small yard at the rear.

Brightly lit.

Brighten one of the darkest nights of the year.

Su Qiqi didn't think much about it. He obediently packed everything, looked at the guards at various posts, and walked to Mo Wenchen's room.

They just lived next to each other, so the distance to move was up.

"Is there something?" Mo Wenchen leaned on the toffee chair and looked up into the distance. Su Qiqi went in and asked gently.

"Sit down." Without looking up, he still looked into the distance.

Slightly said.

Seeing him like this, Su Qiqi couldn't say much, and sat down opposite him.

"How do you spend this time of year?" Mo Wenchen's face was rarely lonely, and his face was always domineering and suffocating.

Speaking of this, Su Qiqi's shoulder shivered involuntarily, leaned back into the chair, leaned on his small face, lost the indifference, a little bit of pain under his eyes, and a little bit of happiness: Today, I will light a red candle in my hut with my mother, cook two side dishes, and look into the distance while writing poetry, praying every year. "

It can be seen that Su Qiqi likes the past.

Although poor, it is happy.

"Have your mother ever thought about taking back everything that belongs to her?" Mo Wenchen couldn't help but stay a bit, just because he looked back at Su Qiqi.

That face, which can only be regarded as Qingxiu, has a little light.

With a smile, Su Qiqi shook his head: "Mother has always been indisputable with the world."

"You too." Mo Wenchen just looked at Su Qiqi straightly and spit out the three words gently.

The candlelight reflected the faces of the two, a bit hazy.

Su Qiqi also looked up at Mo Wenchen, looking at his gentle eyes, without the suffocating features, just like when he was asleep, how much he liked to look at him quietly at that time, as if he could never see enough, carved in In my eyes, into my heart.

It is now.