Chapter 9: She has the responsibility to support him

"princess."
A sudden voice broke the ambiguity at this time, and the in Mo Qingli's eyes gradually faded, looking at the horrified face of the people beneath him, secretly annoyed, what happened to himself? How could it be so ridiculous? Not even that sense ...
"Princess?" Yue Yao outside the door saw that there was no response in the room, raised her hand and knocked on the door, calling softly.
"Come in!" Said Mo Qingli, finishing his clothes, sitting in a chair, and said lightly.
The large dining table was filled with a variety of delicate dishes, but there were only two people sitting at the table, one was indifferent and the other was flustered.
Mo Qingli took the lead in breaking the silence, "I'm just sorry."
Fengchenling: "..."
Mo Qingli: "Eat more."
"Um." Fengchen Ling answered a word and stopped talking, just chopping the rice in front of him.
Mo Qingli watched Fengchen just eat rice, and his dissatisfaction gradually appeared. Can he eat fat just by eating like this? He is her food. She has the responsibility to support him. If he loses weight, does it not mean that she is a poor owner?
Thinking of this, Mo Qingli's chicken and goose with a few chopsticks went to Fengchenling's bowl. "Eat more, don't leave anything."
Looking at the dishes in the bowl, Fengchen Ling was flattered. He grew up. Although he was also a man in the official house, but because his father was a civilian and a side chamber, his mother had not always loved himself, and his surrounding brothers and sisters also bullied at will. Although he can sing a good song, he still cannot change his sad fate.
In fact, he was very happy when he learned that his mother had assigned him to the six princesses, because after all, marrying the royal family was the dream of many men.
Do not want to, on the day of his marriage, Mo Qingli was given to Mo Qingyu, but he did not follow, Mo Qingyu even pierced his head with a bun. In those days in Chaifang, Fengchen Ling really wanted to commit suicide, but Mo Qingli put down his ruthless words. If he dared to commit suicide, then his family would go to the prefectural government to stay with him.
Others, he doesn't care, but what about his father, the father who took care of him, he dare not imagine. So I had to live alive and let the maids scold themselves, no matter how intimidating and tempting, just to keep the final innocence.
Thinking of this, Fengchenling's eyes are red. Although she didn't cry, her stubborn physique makes people feel better than crying!
"What are you doing? I did n’t really mean it just now, and I do n’t know why it would ... pounce on you, but you do n’t need to, right?" Mo Qingli was a little angry, and his tone was even colder, although he just threw him on his own It's a bit wrong, but I've already been modest, what else do I want to do!
She hates men crying the most. Men should look like men. If this man cries in front of her at this time, Mo Qingli cannot guarantee that he will lift the table off and shoot him with a palm!
"No, it's not." The anger that Mo Qingli felt, Feng Chen anxiously explained, "I'm ... moved."
Mo Qingli's next turn surprised and moved? Why?
Looking at Mo Qingli's expression of confusion, Fengchen Ling laughed softly, and his voice turned gently. "Because the princess moved me. Apart from my father, you are the best person to me."
Mo Qingli's face was bright and somewhat guilty. He left his face unnaturally, thinking to himself, if he knew that I was raising him for "food", would he still be moved?