Chapter 1507： The little palace girl of the mentally retarded prince (7)

Chapter 1507 The Little Palace Lady of the Mentally Retarded Prince (7)

Ning Jiu Mo's fingers just touched her neck, but she did not notice that she turned over, and an ink hair was originally bundled, but spread out.

She seems to be young, a delicate face, and the peach buds on the branches of March, dyed red is very cute.

The sleeping look is unprepared, and the exposed neck is even more slender.

There is no such thing as careful care.

Ning Jiu ink fingers just want to force, his fingers are stiff.

It was his physical instinct to resist killing her.

Just a meal, take a bath, and accompany him to a kite.

His body was bought by this woman?

Ning Jiu's eyes were cold and full of calculations, but he pondered.

I put my hand on the tip of my nose and smell it. It is a clean and fragrant taste.

In the past, those who pretended to be good to him, even if they took a shower, just watered him.

And she washed him clean.

In her head, she appeared in a wooden barrel, carrying water, and wearing a wooden raft to run back and forth.

Ning Jiu Mo stood in the bed and pondered for a moment.

The sound of the birds rang out of the window. He gently came to the window, and a relatively sharp voice said softly: "Your Highness, Prince is seriously ill."

Ning Jiu Mo coveted, and there was a thick ink in his eyes.

"Drug reduction, I want him to slowly rot in the bed."

The sharp voice was respectful, "Yes, Your Highness."

Ning Jiu Mo looked at Bai Weiwei and found that she kicked half of the quilt and slept like a pig.

He felt a little annoyed, he was tangled with her.

She can sleep more than a fool.

Ning Jiu Mo said to the voice outside: "Give me an investigation, the origin of this slave."

The half-bent figure outside the window seemed to be silent, saying, "Okay, Your Highness."

Ning Jiu Mo: "Don't act rashly, we have to arrange for many years, we must be patient."

The voice outside the window couldn’t help but weep. "His Royal Highness suffers, and all the slaves are incompetent."

Ning Jiu Mo’s expression was indifferent, and there was no touch in his eyes. He said, “Go ahead, don’t contact me if you don’t have to.”

The slave outside the window responded immediately, then carefully quit.

Ning Jiu Mo has no hesitation about Bai Weiwei, he is now at a critical moment, and there can be no scorpions around him.

And if Bai Weiwei is the eyeliner of which palace, when he is crazy, he is too dependent on her, that is a huge weakness.

Ning Jiu Mo once again came to the bed of Bai Weiwei, coveted and looked at her coldly.

This little palace woman looks pretty good, her skin is like a jade carving, her face is small and childish, and looks smaller than her actual age.

This kind of person is the most unprepared.

It is also the easiest to install.

Ning Jiu Mo reached out and put it on her neck again.

He was dying, throwing it into the well with the darkness, and whoever dared to get an eyeliner to his crazy uterus next time.

However, the fingers of Ning Jiu Mo were not falling, his face suddenly changed, his face was pale, his sweat was cold, and his severe headache made him unable to breathe.

He took a few steps back and kept going.

Then he was unable to sit on the bed, and the haze was helplessly staring at the undisputed Bai Weiwei.

This **** poison has gone on.

When the Queen set fire to him, he and his mother were actually poisoned.

Even if he later came out of the fire and climbed out of the fire, it was because of the poisonousness that caused the brain to be chaotic, and the madman undoubtedly.

Half crazy and not crazy, good or bad.

(End of this chapter)