Chapter 1819 The Tension of Tension

Chapter 240 The Tension of Tension

Concubine, when the servant came back, I heard that Mrs. Nan was named a side concubine by the prince, and she also lifted the confinement, saying that before the matter was settled, the wife was innocent and there was no need for confinement. That's the case, but everyone in the mansion said that it was because she was sick and bored that the prince specially released her restraint so that she could go out and relax.

It took a lot of effort for him to gesticulate such a complicated passage. After gesticulating once, he was afraid that Mo Shanghua would not understand, so he couldn't help gesticulating again, and at the same time faintly uttered a few syllables that seemed to be words but not words.

Mo Shanghua watched Qin Lin finish expressing in sign language, the color of her eyes, which were originally as calm and quiet as an empty valley, suddenly changed, and there seemed to be some emotion surging in her eyes in an instant. spin up.

"The lord promoted Nan Ji as a side concubine?" Mo Shanghua was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously repeated.

Qin Lin hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, looking at Mo Shanghua worriedly.

Qin Ya's eyes widened even more, her face full of disbelief, "How is it possible, her background doesn't qualify her at all."

After speaking, he realized that he was really too excited, so he quickly covered his mouth, and looked at Mo Shanghua with the same worry.

I saw Mo Shanghua's exquisite and beautiful cheeks flickering for a moment, the look in her eyes was something Qin Lin and Qinya couldn't understand, but she only froze for a moment, and after a while, she returned to normal, but her whole body was full of momentum. Compared with just now, it is even colder and unpredictable.

"He really gave me a big gift." After a long time, Mo Shanghua slightly parted her lips and said expressionlessly.

Yan Moli was really able to give her "surprise joy" all the time, and he was indeed a disgusting opponent.

In fact, she couldn't tell what was going on in her mind at the moment, but she felt more and more oppressed in her chest, as if being held by a hand, and the hand was still tightening, almost making her breathless. .

That day Nan He tore off his fake face, the provocative words he said, and Yan Beicheng's ignorance of her serious injuries a few days ago, these images flashed across her mind in an instant, shrinking her heart even more tighter.

After lightly shaking her palm, Mo Shanghua collected her thoughts, put down the chopsticks in her hand, stood up and walked around to the desk, picked up a pen and wrote a line of words, then folded the paper and said, "Qin Lin, when it gets dark, you will quietly write Send this paper to the Second Highness."

Qin Lin stepped forward to take the letter paper, but did not immediately return to his seat just now. He couldn't help asking worriedly in sign language: Princess, are you really okay?

Mo Shanghua shook her head, her brows were calm, she couldn't see the slightest bit of sadness, "Remove all these dishes, I'll finish eating."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Beicheng's voice came in from the outer room, and the voice came before the person arrived, "Don't leave, the king hasn't eaten yet, how can the princess leave?"

Qin Lin and Qin Ya's movements suddenly stopped, looking sideways at Mo Shanghua, as if waiting for her to show her.

"Then. I'll leave it for the prince." Mo Shanghua's eyes were a little cold, and he paused for a moment before turning directly into the bedroom.

"Hey—Princess—"

Yan Beicheng had just entered the house, but saw Moshanghua's clothes corner, so he hurried forward and chased after him.

Qin Ya was still spending money on Moshang, so she wanted to catch up and stop her when she saw this. Before she could take a step, she was stopped by Qin Lin, who gestured in sign language: "Let's not meddle in the affairs of the prince and concubine."

Seeing this, Qin Ya stamped her feet in embarrassment, but turned around and went out.

Mo Shanghua entered the house, and before she sat down, she heard Yan Beicheng's hurried footsteps behind her. For some reason, she felt both happy and angry, and wanted to shut him out directly, but also wanted to hear Listen to what he has to say.

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Beicheng had already walked behind Mo Shanghua, and said, "Why is the princess walking so fast? Could it be that she is not unhappy after hearing some gossip?"

"No, it's just that I'm tired." Yan Beicheng was right, but Mo Shanghua couldn't help but speak hard.

Yan Beicheng turned Mo Shanghua's body around, stared at her delicate cheeks for a while, and then said: "You said you were not angry, my lord, your face is almost green."

Mo Shanghua brushed Yan Beicheng's hand away, turned around and sat down expressionlessly, "The prince is too worried."

Yan Beicheng was not annoyed, and sat down next to him with a good temper, and habitually took an empty teacup to play with, "Let me guess, the princess seems to have been unhappy these days, and she always avoids this king. But I don't see, if the king hadn't come quietly today, I'm afraid he would be rejected by the princess again. Such a big temper, in addition to other reasons, must have heard that the king will be Nan'er It's registered as a side concubine."

After a pause, he still approached with a smile, "Princess, is this king right?"

Mo Shanghua's brows moved slightly, but her face was still stiff and she didn't speak.

She was quite unhappy to be guessed so easily, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she really couldn't refute or deny it.

However, in the next second, the smile on Yan Beicheng's face subsided, his brows and eyes darkened, as if he had changed, "But these, aren't these what the princess wants to see? This king is satisfied with the princess, Why is the princess still unhappy?"

Mo Shanghua frowned slightly, puzzled and slightly annoyed, "What do you mean by that?"

Yan Beicheng paused his hand playing with the teacup, and there seemed to be a storm slowly condensing in his eyes, and he had completely become the underground ruler who was decisive in killing and controlling Yuzhou in the past.

"Didn't the concubine have a private conversation with the emperor just this morning? The position of Nan'er was also promoted by the emperor. With the intention of the concubine, this king has the opportunity to quickly seal Nan'er as a side concubine. If not I don't know how long I'll have to wait for this opportunity." Yan Beicheng's hawk-like eyes stared coldly at Moshanghua, his thin lips opened and closed, but all he uttered were heart-wrenching words.

As Yan Beicheng's voice fell, Mo Shanghua's heart seemed to be stabbed hard by something, the pain was severe, and the temperature of the well-like eyes gradually dropped, "Your Highness, do you want to thank me for this?"

"Thank you? Naturally, I have to thank you very much." Yan Beicheng's eyes became more and more gloomy, "How does the princess want me to thank you? Is it good to celebrate every day, or do you want to invite the emperor to come over to catch up with you? "

"Yan Beicheng, what do you mean by that?" The anger in Mo Shanghua's heart was burning hotter and hotter, and it was burning and painful, which caused her reason to collapse temporarily uncontrollably.

As soon as the words were finished, Yan Beicheng stood up suddenly, grabbed Moshang Hua Yingying's waist, and pushed her onto the bed.

The distance between the two shrinks rapidly, and even their breaths are lingering together. However, the atmosphere is not as ambiguous as it should be, but rather tense.