Chapter 1796 Crisp and Itchy, Very Wonderful

Chapter 217 Crisp and Itchy, Very Wonderful

Thinking of this scene, he felt sour and almost went mad.

Mo Shanghua subconsciously touched her hot earlobe, then. He said: "What is this and that, Yan Beicheng, I should be asking you what you want today."

Yan Beicheng wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words on the edge of his mouth. After a while, his face was flushed, and he coyly squeezed out a sentence, "You can't see, this king, this king is here Eat, are you jealous?"

Yan Beicheng, who has always been decisive, said this sentence slowly under Mo Shanghua's gaze, but he stumbled and said it with great difficulty.

"Eat, jealous?" Mo Shanghua was also obviously stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting Yan Beicheng to say that.

Her entire brain is empty now, except for Yan Beicheng's figure in her eyes, everything else has turned into an illusion, but nothing is there, only his figure is particularly clear.

A certain corner of my heart seemed to be tapped lightly by something, it was crispy and itchy, very strange.

When she realized it, the ruthless Yan Beicheng in her mind could not help blending with the hesitant, childish and cute Yan Beicheng in front of her, which made her laugh out loud.

Yan Beicheng's heart that had been hanging high was finally relieved. After smoothing his neckline, he pretended to be calm and said: "The king is tired and wants to go back to rest. The princess should settle down sooner."

After speaking, he got up to leave.

It's just that the extremely slow pace, and the slightly shifting gaze, all clearly vented his thoughts.

However, Mo Shanghua was so puzzled. When he heard that Yan Beicheng was about to leave, he casually glanced at his back and then looked away. He took the candlestick and got up and went to the bed.

Yan Beicheng deliberately slowed down for a long time, and was about to turn around to talk to Moshanghua, when she saw that she had almost extinguished all the candlesticks in the house, only the one beside the bed was still lit, and Moshanghua herself , seems to be tidying up, ready to sleep.

Yan Beicheng was annoyed subconsciously, and then thinking of her temperament like this all along, his expression was replaced by helplessness.

He always has nothing to do with her like this, what a tormenting little fairy.

With a slight sigh in his heart, Yan Beicheng lost his mind, found a window, and flew out, and went silently.

...

The four-day period came soon, and before Mo Shanghua came to detoxify, Yan Beicheng first came to Yan Moli by catching the poisoner.

In fact, the so-called poisoner is nothing more than a scapegoat.

The so-called discovery of poison in the food that day was just a scene directed and performed by Yan Moli by putting some of his own blood in the food.

But there must be an explanation for this matter, so he had to find a scapegoat.

...

"Brother Erhuang, this king doesn't even dare to go out these few days, and spends his days in the mansion to investigate cases." Yan Beicheng said, he took the tea on the table and drank it down.

Even though he was ill, Yan Moli still acted upright in front of the soft couch, only the paleness on his face was slightly sick.

Hearing this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "It's also because there are too many inexplicable enemies in this hall that we have fallen into the current field, so you should also worry about it."

"Brother Huang's words are out of character. You and I are born from the same root, so it should be so. Besides, you suffered here with me, so I should find out for you." Yan Beicheng's lips smiled It faded a little, his face straightened, and he spoke solemnly.