Chapter 210: handle

Chapter 210
When they saw Bai Tan and Mo Beichen, everyone instantly widened their eyes in shock.
The real regent is here, and the man is really fake.
When He Siyu saw Mo Beichen, his face became pale instantly.
Even if wearing the same mask, the temperament of this person can be the same as that of the muddy man on the ground. Even if there is still a little luck, I hope that person is true and I hope all of them are wrong She also knew that the man on the ground was fake.
There was a place in my heart that collapsed in an instant, and the tense string in my head was instantly broken, leaving nothing left.
Equally dumbfounded is Bai Chulan. Originally, why did she talk to the regent King Moxue, she could raise her chest and raise her chest in front of the ladies with her noblewoman. It was a fake, which made her happy.
When Heiying saw Mo Beichen, he immediately lowered his eyes in guilty conscience.
"You are here, come and sit."
Seeing the two men coming over, the old man's ugly face finally eased a bit.
The two nodded and walked together, trying to sit down opposite Bai Ting'an and Mrs. Er.
He Siyu seemed to be stimulated by something, and rushed to the two, blocking their way.
"Beaver, you hurt me."
He Siyu stared at the raccoon in horror, the expression was more horrifying than cannibalism.
The frowned inexplicably, "What did you say? What did I do to you?"
Does the whole matter have anything to do with her? At most, she went to see the live version of the scene for free, but still didn't watch the whole one.
He Si bit his teeth in a desperate tone, "You still do n’t admit it, you knew what happened to me and Grandpa in the daytime, and at night you deliberately let others wear the clothes of Grandpa to my room ... Poison. "
... The stared at He Siyu for a while.
This woman is too good at writing stories.
He Siyu finished staring at the beaver, and looked at Mo Beichen with a pleading look.
"Master, you believe me, nothing happened to me and that person on the ground, I'm still innocent, you believe me ..."
As He Siyu said incoherently, he began to tidy up his clothes.
Mo Beichen looked at He Siyu expressionlessly, and spit out a few words coldly.
"It's not my business?"
The cold words without a trace of emotion instantly froze He Siyu's heart.
He Siyu looked at Mo Beichen with a stubborn distance, but he seemed to be seeing through a layer of fog.
"Royal ..."
He Siyu still wanted to say something, but was stopped by the beaver.
"Do you not understand He Siyu now? I haven't sent anyone to your room at all, and the person on the ground has always been there. Amo and I didn't even know about it."
He Siyu turned pale and shook his head desperately, "Impossible, you lie to him, it is him, it must be him, it cannot be someone else."
She can't let go, never let go.
"Yes, that's him."
He Wenjin suddenly stood up and looked at Mo Beichen Road. "I saw him in the West Chamber when it was dawn today. I broke his sleeve and scratched his hand, so he changed his clothes today."
He Wenjin gloated over Mo Beichen's clothes, as if he had caught a great handle.
Mo Beichen hummed unpleasantly.
"Xingyuan."
"Master."
Xing Yuan instantly held a tray and appeared in front of everyone.
Although Xing Yuan rarely appears, everyone knows that Xing Yuan is Mo Beichen's dark guard.
Mo Beichen glanced coolly at the black brocade on the tray. "This is the dress that the king wore yesterday. If you are able to pull it off, the king will let him marry you."
...... Everyone has a black line. What logic is this? Most people can't think of it.
The drew the corners of her eyes too, and she found that A Mo really did not speak, and as soon as she spoke, she was as scared as a flat thunder.
Xing Yuan looked at Mo Beichen in horror and resentment.
Grandpa, what is your grudge against you? You have to push your subordinates into the fire pit. Even if you want to sell, you should find a decent buyer.
He Wenjin nodded after seeing Xing Yuan's good looks.
"That's what you said. Don't regret it."
He Wenjin said that he also sent several winks towards Xingyuan.
"vomit……"
Xingyuan immediately reached out and covered his mouth to prevent himself from spitting out the supper just now.
What the did he do, spread such a master.
The man who cut him off is obviously liu, why should he rely on him?
Liu Liu in the dark, watching Xing Yuan's funny look, laughed that it was a happy, that is a gloat.
Grandpa is so dark-skinned, it is estimated that he is still jealous of Xingyuan's kid peeping at his wife.
As if he was afraid of Mo Beichen's regret, He Wenjin grabbed the clothes on the tray and began to tear up.
But no matter how he tore or pull, the clothes remained motionless, not even wrinkled.
Compared to the good quality of Mo Beichen's clothes, the man on the ground seemed to be inferior in quality. Not only was it wrinkled, but his shoulder was also torn by He Siyu.
"Why can't it tear?"
He Wenjin raised his orchid finger in annoyance and stomped, "Mother, come and help me."
"Oh."
After hearing He Wenjin's shout, Bai Chulan came forward to help without thinking.
The two of them pulled aside and pulled out desperately, but the clothes still did not respond at all.
The old man couldn't stand it anymore, and roared, "Stop it for me. This is a magic weapon for fairy tales, so you can tear it apart."
When they heard the words "the magic weapon of immortal products", everyone immediately came to spirit.
Fairy magic weapon, this is a rare treasure.
It is indeed the regent king of Moxue. Any piece of clothing is a magic weapon for fairy tales.
"Fairy Trick!"
He Wenjin and Bai Chulan also looked at the black robe in shock.
"This dress ..."
Both eyes were shining, as if they were not looking at the robe, but gold.
The old man just felt ashamed and left home. When he was about to scold, Mo Beichen suddenly raised his hand.
The black robes in the hands of the two flew instantly.
Everyone was sorry when they saw this, but it was a magic weapon for fairy tales, so just destroy it.
The is also a painful body. This prodigal thing, what a good fairy magic weapon is ruined. If you do n’t want to sell it, you can change it for gold.
"Even if the clothes can't be torn apart, that doesn't mean anything? He can change one piece of clothes, and naturally he can change two."
The clothes were gone, and He Siyu began to play tricks again.
The beaver's evil lips hooked, "Don't worry, didn't Wen Jin's cousin still say that the man was scratched by him? Since it was this morning, the wound must not be completely healed."
The said to intentionally or unintentionally sweep towards the black shadow on the ground, and the black shadow immediately straightened, hiding his left hand in his sleeve without any trace.