[BOOK 1] Qt : Tyrant Meets Paranoid

chapter 2

When Mu Jin came here, what he saw was the scene in front of him.

He sat quietly on the fence, looking at the child on the stone steps with his head down.

People can't see the expression on his face clearly, only the standard prince's clothes he is wearing can be seen.

The embroidery on the clothing itself is gorgeous and extraordinary, but the figure of the person wearing him is too thin.

In contrast to the baggy clothes, it looks like someone else's clothes have been stolen.

The other party was so thin and frail that no one could even tell that he was an eight-year-old child.

Although I have seen Mo Jing many times through the system broadcast in the sea of ​​knowledge.

But seeing Qiongqi's appearance in this world, Mu Jin couldn't help clenching his fists.

He knew that his sweetheart was not doing well in this world, very badly.

Although he is a prince, but because he was born of a female slave from a foreign race, he came from a lowly background.

Father and emperor don't love her, and mother and concubine don't show pity.

So in the palace, no one really took him seriously.

Looking at the remote dormitory where he lived, and sitting alone on the stone steps without any palace guards around, he knew the status of the third prince.

But fortunately those palace people saw that Mo Jing was the only one present, so they just slid away and created an opportunity for Mu Jin.

He deliberately made some noises, and sure enough, he quickly attracted the other party's attention.

Startled by the sudden noise, Mo Jing quickly stood up and looked around.

Soon, he found Mu Jin who was sitting on the high wall, shaking his legs leisurely.

His eyes widened subconsciously, and Mo Yan only felt that his brain was a little bit overwhelmed.

The young man on the fence was dressed in a white Taoist robe and his hair was like splashed ink.

Qiong nose cherry lips, picturesque eyebrows.

At this moment, the pair of round cat eyes were looking at him, smiling and bending into a crescent moon.

Is it Fairchild?

This sentence came out of Mo Jing's heart.

But if it is not a fairy, is there really such a good-looking person in the world?

Mo Jing couldn't say any more words that could describe the other party.

He only knew that the other party was more beautiful than any other beauties he had seen in the palace.

Not charming, but it can make people unable to take their eyes off.

However, after living in the palace for many years, even an eight-year-old child still has a high degree of vigilance.

So soon, Mo Jing woke up.

The amazement in his eyes disappeared in a flash, and he put on a serious face.

He frowned at Mu Jin and shouted, "Who are you?"

While Mo Qin was observing Mu Jin, Mu Jin was also looking Mo Jin up and down.