Chapter 44: A dead body is left

Nicui didn't care about Li Taiyi's complexion to himself, anyway, from childhood to age, he has seen no wonder, but after listening to Li Taiyi's words, Nicui's heart is like putting down a big stone, secretly rejoicing, but also a bit worried, What happened before is vivid, countless disgusting scorched scent still permeates this princess's palace, Ni Cui is afraid, and the ink dumping after waking will burn them all.
"Water ... water ..." At this moment, Mo Qingming was gradually awake, only to feel his throat as uncomfortable as a fire, and he couldn't help whispering.
Ni Cui quickly poured a glass of water, holding up the ink with one hand, and handed the water to the mouth with ink, and slowly fed.
Feeling the sweetness in the entrance, Mo Qingyan gradually opened his eyes, raised his eyes and squinted his eyes, and was feeding his own water to drink, and the slaves, guards, and doctors in the house. I remembered that the scars were naked hanging on the gate of Princess Mansion. I remembered the pain in my bones and the golden corners of my memory.
By the way, it's Mo Qingli's bitch, it must be her.
However, Mo tilted his waist and twisted. Why was there no pain in his body? Regardless of the image, Mo Qingyun sat up and pulled the chest placket open. In the impression, the skin that was originally full of scars was like a heart, as if it were more delicate than before.
How is this going?
"Nui Cui!"
Nei Cui was startled when she heard the sudden call of Mo Qingying, but quickly responded, and reverently replied, "Slave is here, what does the princess tell me?"
Mo Qingyi changed the arrogance of the past, and was slightly shocked in his words. He asked in confusion: "Mine, how did my injury disappear?"
The crowd was shocked at first, then they closed their mouths tightly, for fear that the wrong words would cause the four princesses to be unhappy, leaving no bones.
Mo Qingyun saw them awake, and their heads were deeply buried in their chests, and they did not dare to look up at themselves, with deep fear in respect, and some of the slaves' guards were still shaking. Mo Qing can't help raising his eyebrows. It is said that although they were very scared of themselves before, they were not so ... fear? !!
"Hey, I said ..."
Mo Qing's voice had not yet fallen, and the row of slave guards in the room knelt down and kept their heads on the ground. The whole house was full of forehead hitting the ground, and it was frustrating to hear people. Ni Tsui calmed a little. Seeing this, Mo Qing was bored and waved his hand, saying, "Go down! Look at the eyes."
"Yes!" The crowd breathed a sigh of relief, all backing towards the door.
"Nui Cui." Mo Qingyan seemed to be thinking of something, and he called out to Nicui, who had already receded to the door.
Wen Yan's dazzling footsteps, then turned around and walked to Mo Qingming's side standing respectfully.
Everyone was clean, and Mo Qingyan opened his mouth to ask about the development of Ni Cui. Ni Cui whispered in Mo Qing's ears, listening to Mo Qing's frowns and his eyes frowned.
It does seem a little strange, why I don't have the memory of that time myself, I just remember that I was hung on the beam, and then ...
And then ... the memory seems to be blank, what's going on? Mo leaned his hands to support his forehead, closed his eyes, and wanted to remember that memory, but he couldn't remember it.