surrender villain

Chapter 23 Does the prince want face? (25)

Fan Xiaoxi scoffed at Murong Yunlan's arrogance, but suddenly remembered that all of Shi Cuihua's belongings were still in the Yanchun Tower, so he simply stopped and sat on the stone bench in the corridor pavilion passing by to rest: "Come on, I signed it." That cheap sell-off deed is worth at most two taels of silver, so remember to remind King Ning to redeem me later."

Her eyes fell leisurely on the green lotus leaves on the emerald lake not far away and the koi fish swimming in groups playing in the floating water on the pillow stone, and she said lazily: "The scenery here is beautiful, let people send the chickens here Come on."

The young man in the dragon robe subconsciously suppressed his smile, and his voice was cold: "That's why you like King Ning so much?"

Talk about King Ning and shut up about King Ning, it really makes people unhappy.

Fan Xiaoxi glanced at the angry young emperor inexplicably, spread his hands out of course, and said, "That's right, I finally climbed a high branch, and I have to hold my thigh tightly." Her expression was casual, and her words were mixed with truth and falsehood.

The little emperor sat down opposite her with his robe lifted, raised his thick eyebrows in disdain and muttered: "Can you be more short-sighted? Murong Yunshu is such a tall branch."

The serious Gao Zhi is right in front of you, why haven't I seen you show your courtesy.

Fan Xiaoxi took a moment to rest, touched his chin and subtly observed the outstanding young emperor with his eyes, and said to his heart: "Your Majesty, you are too short, I didn't hit you, it's better that King Ning has more heads than you." ?"

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"I will grow taller, okay! Will I grow taller!! Will I grow taller!!" Murong Yunlan seemed to feel that she had been humiliated like never before, and her fair cheeks immediately floated up in despair The color is bright, and the volume is getting higher and higher, "Where is my Shangfang sword!"

He patted the stone table in embarrassment, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the charming Gong'e approaching with a food box on the tree-lined road, and shouted, "The chicken is gone! You won't eat it if you throw it away!"

Of course, Zhanfeng was not stupid enough to believe that Murong Yunlan really wanted to kill Fan Xiaoxi, a monster, so he definitely wouldn't rush out to sow hatred.

Gloating and hiding in the dense bushes, I asked you to kill Shi Cuihua to avoid future troubles, but no, hey~ Isn't this a crime.

"It's so short!" Fan Xiaoxi always thought that the real man is the one who can bend and stretch, such as himself.

The little emperor was startled by her sudden shout, and suddenly forgot what to say next.Fan Xiaoxi pressed his hands on Murong Yunlan's shoulders vigorously, and said excitedly, "Concentration is the essence. Look at a pig with such a strong body, its brain capacity is only the size of a palm."

Several veins on Murong Yunlan's forehead snapped off, and she slapped her paws hard, her eyes were tearing apart: "You, actually, take, I, he, pig, compare!"

Fan Xiaoxi looked bewildered, Damn, did she say the wrong thing again?
The palace maid pricked up her ears not far away to carefully peek at the situation here, the little emperor glanced over sharply, touched Murong Yunlan's cold and bloodthirsty eyes, immediately turned pale and lowered his head, trying to dilute the sense of presence.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to restrain his anger and said in a steady tone: "Put this thing down, get out."

The maids were relieved when they heard the words, and hurried forward to get food and refreshments with dried fruits, and then hurriedly retreated, until they could not feel the emperor's low pressure before they relaxed and wiped the fine cold sweat from their foreheads.

Seeing this, Fan Xiaoxi touched his nose innocently, but didn't realize that this kid actually had the potential to be a tyrant, which is not good.

"You lost your temper with the little girl, I apologize to you, come, you drink tea." She held up the golden orchid pattern pot and filled Murong Yunlan with a cup of sweet and mellow nectar, and grinned obsequiously at him.

The little emperor looked at the teacup in front of him with a strong fragrance and clear soup, and snorted softly, turning his face away to prevent his upward pleasure from being noticed, "I just thought of trying to please you now, why did I go earlier?"

"Earlier, I didn't know that you were the emperor of the Murong Dynasty." Fan Xiaoxi was so depressed when he mentioned this, he still remembered the last time about the Teletubbies incident, Cheng Nan used the mascot's stalk to laugh at her, this time it may not be clear How to humiliate yourself.

Murong Yunlan may also have thought that he is not very kind in this regard, after all, he was the one who lied first, so he couldn't help but softly said: "You promise me one thing, and I will expose your disrespect."

After Fan Xiaoxi cleaned his hands with a hot towel, he tore off the fattest drumstick meat from the secret five-spice roast chicken, licked his ruddy lips and said boldly without raising his head, "Say!"

The little emperor stared at her in a daze, and suddenly the scene of King Ning pushing her against the wall of the car and leaning over to kiss her when the curtains blew up suddenly appeared in his mind, and his expression turned ugly.

"Cuihua." Murong Yunlan called her name softly, Fan Xiaoxi stopped and looked over in bewilderment, and in a blink of an eye she was startled by Zhang's suddenly enlarged handsome face and called out, "Damn, what are you doing!"

bang,

Murong Yunlan was planted directly on the delicate and beautiful pastry, his fair and delicate skin was covered with pastry crumbs, his eyes were wide open in disbelief, his furious voice trembled with imperceptible grievances and accusations: "Shi Cuihua, You hit me!"

Fan Xiaoxi gasped when he came back to his senses, and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe off the residue on his face, feeling sorry for the pastry: "Who made you approach suddenly, I was purely a conditioned reflex, not on purpose."

The little emperor pushed her away without hesitation, his dark eyes flickered with water, and he looked like he was about to cry and said ungratefully: "Liar! Why didn't you hide when Murong Yunshu kissed you!"

"Who said that, you didn't see him being kicked out of the carriage by me, and he's still limping today—"

The girl's voice stopped suddenly, and she asked in a high-brightness tone, "Are you following me?"

Murong Yunlan was not guilty at all when he heard the words, and said straightforwardly: "The entire Murong Dynasty belongs to me, and I call it passing in front of my house, besides, whoever is full will come to follow you on purpose." He smiled brightly, Interested in following what she said just now, his eyes glowed with a faint green light like a wolf cub: "Did you really kick him? No wonder this guy walks like a duck today, kicking well! "

How can it be so serious, Cheng Nan's recovery ability is quite strong, it's not easy to find if you don't look carefully, okay?

Fan Xiaoxi gnawed on the chicken leg speechlessly, but she had already figured out something.

After she left yesterday, the little emperor should still have murderous thoughts towards him, but he was interrupted by something and changed his mind. After chasing her to Prince Ning's mansion, he happened to bump into Cheng Nanzhong Mixiang. Watch half of it, otherwise there will be one more person to share the scandal of Cheng Nan flying out of the carriage.

Fan Xiaoxi's small eyes were quite regretful, Murong Yunlan tried her a few times, but Yue Mo completely let go of her guard, it's about time.

"Your majesty, I have a question for you. I'm curious as to which expert cured your bloodsickness, or... recommend it~" She cupped her cheeks to show off to Murong Yunlan, but the little emperor was unaffected. Stopped, spouted a screen full of tea with a puff, and said in horror: "Cuihua, are you bewitched?"

　The author is trying hard to update with the horns that came out of his head when he came home in the afternoon =-= No, I’m sorry.
　　
　
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