Chapter 68: Three thousand in the harem will be left out sooner or later
"..." Moran, Moran, Xiao Zeping felt like he wanted to cry without tears, as if he should be the one who wanted to become a monk.
But how could Xiao Zeping give up so easily, so Xiao Zeping began to change the topic, "I heard that the Thirteenth Prince was taken to Mu Country as soon as he was born. He has never even seen his own country. I wonder if the Thirteenth Prince misses his mother.
And what about the country?”
"Mother?" After saying this, Mo Yan frowned slightly. To be honest, she didn't care much about these things, but the queen of Mo State did give birth to her.
Moreover, Mo Yan knew that the emperor of Mo State actually had no love for the queen at all. To put it bluntly, his mother was just a chess piece retrieved by the emperor of Mo State.
"I heard that the Queen of Mo State is graceful, elegant and beautiful." Xiao Zeping has never seen the queen of Mo State, but aren't the queens all the same anyway? "Well, I just heard that the emperor of Mo State has a new love. I'm afraid this queen's life will be the same.
Not a good time”
Mo Yan's lips twitched slightly, "With three thousand harems, it will only happen sooner or later."
So Mo Yan didn't want anything to do with the royal family, but she was destined to have an inextricable relationship with the royal family from the moment she was born. The men in the royal family are all philanthropic, or should be said to be ruthless.
Regarding Mu Feng, Mo Yan can only say that Mu Feng is an alien
"Don't the Thirteenth Prince have any thoughts about the person who gave birth to him?" Xiao Zeping really didn't know what the thoughts of the person in front of him were like. The thoughts of a proton must not be simple.
But Xiao Zeping also learned that Mu Feng had protected Mo Yan under his wing in his early years. Xiao Zeping felt that such a person's thoughts should not be complicated, but he increasingly felt that Mo Yan was a person who had no bottom at all, or
It means that Mo Yan’s life is too white.
"Thirteenth Prince? If you don't mind, you can call me Mo Yan." Mo Yan has no hierarchy or feudal ideas at all. It's just a name.
"Okay, Mo Yan," Xiao Zeping said very cheerfully, "I heard your song last night and it still stuck in my ears. I wonder if I can do it when I have time..."
"Mo Yan takes his leave now," he vaguely saw a man in purple clothes walking up the street not far away. Mo Yan frowned slightly but smoothed it over with his hands, "See you another day."
After saying that, Mo Yan got up and walked downstairs, while Xiao Zeping looked at Mo Yan's leaving figure with interest.