Lingqiao'er said contemptuously: "What's the good thing about the water in the eyes of the mountain Gelao? Fortunately, the prince likes it. If the prince wants to drink it, wouldn't it be better to send a villager to you to the mansion every day?"
"Have Mo Qianxun drunk this kind of water?" Mo Ling ignored her, put down the empty cup, and asked while rubbing the edge of the cup.
Xier blinked and said quickly, "Of course our son-in-law drinks. Our son-in-law is good and doesn't pick anything. Sometimes I cook, and I don't even want to eat it myself. My son-in-law and the lady have never said anything. This kind of water cannot be cut off every day. My son-in-law has to get up early in the morning and walk several roads to the village to fetch water. Sometimes I am afraid that the lady will be thirsty at night, so my son-in-law always boils a pot of water for the lady at night and prepares it. I'll pour you another cup?"
"The farmer can eat anything. Can you compare with the prince?" Lingqiao'er gave her a blank look.
After listening to Xier's words, Mo Ling pondered for a moment and smiled sadly: "Hehe...hehe...good...good..."
Xier didn't know what he meant by saying "very good" suddenly without laughing. She thought he was in a bad mood and said drunkenly after drinking. How could Mo Ling praise Mo Qianxun for being big or small, and being able to bend and stretch. Of course, she was also mixed with admiration for Mo Qianxun's careful care of Bai Weiwei. Mo Ling finally understood in her heart why Weier could fall in love with him. He is indeed worthy of love for a woman.
It is really simple to grasp love, just cherish it.
Mo Ling thought to himself.
It’s a pity that he met very early but understood too late.
"Hurry, Xier, the prince said it tastes delicious, why don't you pour another cup?" Lingqiaoer naturally instructed Xier. Xier was often ordered by her, and she also didn't like her arrogant appearance the most. It seemed that she was not a girl, but even more lady than a lady!
However, Xier didn't want to argue with her, so she ran back and forth into the house and poured him a glass of water. Dad Mo also opened the door.
On the starry night, the poor Lao Liu opened the door and hidden his aging and hunched body under the dilapidated thatched hut. He was dressed neatly, standing there quietly, looking at Mo Ling, with decades of turbidity in his old eyes. He did not approach or retreat, as if he understood what he was going to do.
"Dad Mo, are you still sleepy?" Xier carefully took the water and glanced at him and asked.
Lingqiao'er also smiled and said, "Prince Mo is here. I want to see my son-in-law. I don't know what happened. I had to call you up. Dad Mo, are you going to sleep later, okay?"
Mo Ling had already stood up, staring at the poor Lao Liu in the night, staring at him.
After a while, Mo Ling opened her mouth before bowing and said, "I want to see Mo Qianxun."
"Come in." The poor old lady turned around and said.
Lingqiao'er and Xi'er were very confused about the poor elder Liu's attitude of not being happy or angry. Of course, their conversation was also incomprehensible.
Mo Ling walked unsteadily towards the house of the poor Lao Liu. Lingqiaoer hurriedly stepped forward and followed him and helped him.
He was suddenly caught in this yard, which made him stunned. He looked at the smiling flower in the night sky, and he pulled out his arm lightly and walked forward.
Lingqiao'er followed behind him and wanted to accompany him in.
The poor old sixth said in the dark room: "You both go back to sleep. Don't listen to what you shouldn't listen, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't go what you shouldn't go."