Mo Ling turned around and saw the sweet-looking girl of sixteen or seventeen standing in front of him, and asked, "Do you like Lu Kaichen?"
Xier's face turned red. Why did everyone know this? She asked hesitantly: "How do you know?...you...yes?" She looked at Mo Ling timidly. Could it be that this is a ghost?
It was too dark, and she could vaguely see the man's face outline, but she couldn't think of who this person was. Now, she admired Lingqi'er's eyesight even more.
"I am Mo Ling." Mo Ling spoke lightly, leaned on the fence again depressedly, regardless of the large stall of wine he had vomited beside him.
"Mo Ling? Prince Bao?" Xier asked in disbelief, "Why are you here?!" Without waiting for him to reply, she asked again, "Where is the lady? Prince Bao?"
Mo Ling closed her eyes in grief, and tears fell again. He shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know where she is now."
"Ah? Do you don't know where the lady married? I thought the lady was going to find you! The lady said she wanted to do something. She left at noon yesterday, thinking that she would come back in the afternoon. Who knows where she would go yet? Alas! It's all my fault. I should have asked clearly at that time. Miss remembers nothing. Will something happen?" The more she thought about it, Xier became more anxious, and her heart was pounding.
"Wei'er is worth it to have a girl like you who treats her sincerely. Wei'er..." Mo Ling grabbed the wine bag and took another sip of wine.
"I, I'm just worried about the lady, what should I do? Oh! By the way, I'm going to go to Bai Mansion to inform the master! There are many people in the Bai Mansion, and maybe I'll find it soon." Xier thought about this, and planned to take action immediately. Suddenly, she knelt down and said, "Prince Bao, Xier takes the liberty to beg you, you know martial arts and leave faster than me. Please help inform the Bai Mansion to find the lady? Xier is really worried. If there is anything wrong with the lady, I will go with her."
"Xi'er, Xi'er, I hope your name can turn Wei'er into good fortune. In that way, even if I die, I will be willing..." Mo Ling murmured.
"When misfortune turns bad luck? What's wrong with the lady? Did she encounter something?" Xier asked quite sensitively.
Mo Ling suddenly threw the wine bag to the side, pointed at her and shouted: "Wei'er will be fine! It will be fine! Don't ask! Go! Go!"
"Oh! Oh! Yes!" Xier was so scared by his sudden roar that he retreated repeatedly.
Lingqiaoer pushed open the door of the house and asked impatiently, "What's wrong, Xier? Who is yelling?"
"Yes... it's Prince Bao..." Xier said hesitantly.
Lingqiaoer jumped out and ran out, laughing: "What? Is it really Prince Bao coming? Xier, why don't you invite Prince Bao in to sit?"
While running, he sorted out his clothes and hair. He ran closer and looked at it and said in surprise: "Prince Bao, what's wrong with you?"
Mo Ling ignored her and sat down and looked at the vague night sky, pouring wine into her mouth. The wine had not flowed down her stomach. The wine flowed down her mouth one by one, which had already wet a large area of her chest. But how could a person who was already extremely embarrassed care about getting embarrassed?
"Prince Bao, where is your skill? Why did you suddenly disappear?" Lingqiao'er asked with a puzzled face.