Wearing a secret agent with many tricks, the cold and proud prince flirts easily

Wang Dashan was the first one to be shocked. He had always known that the husband of the family was either rich or noble. When he heard the surname "Murong", he was shocked. When he heard the full name "Murong Hao", he was even more shocked. He was frightened. He often went to the capital city to do business. This name he often heard was Prince Rui, the God of War of Dongsheng Kingdom. He always called him "the master husband". This...

Wang Dashan touched the back of his neck and broke into a cold sweat. Fortunately, his head was still there.

The three young masters were even more shocked when they heard the word "Murong Hao". Are Yunxi and Prince Rui so close? Dare you call the prince of a country by his first name?

They knew that in the royal family of Dongsheng Kingdom, wives were not allowed to call their husbands by their names. Unless Prince Rui particularly favored her, this girl would definitely be considered a disrespectful person.

Ninth Princess Murong Wan was also shocked. She, the emperor's sister-in-law, directly called the emperor's brother by his first name. It was really bold. Would the emperor's brother be angry?

Several people were observing and thinking when they saw Lin Yunxi approaching Murong Hao with his sleeves rolled up.

Murong Hao ignored everyone's gazes and quickly put the silver fox cloak on her.

"Murong Hao, no need for now. I was working in the kitchen just now and I'm dirty. I won't approve the cloak until later." She hid the snow-white cloak for fear of getting it dirty.

"Let me see if you are cold or not." His words were full of worry.

He just saw her red hands from a distance. They were frozen!

He ignored her, put a cloak on her directly, and then held her hands. With this hold, the breath around him dropped. He turned to look at Wang Dashan behind him and said coldly:

"Wang Dashan, didn't you hire a cook for your wedding? If you asked the head of the family to cook in person, her hands would turn red from the cold!"

"The head husband... no, Your Highness Prince Rui, I have... hired a cook..." Ever since Wang Dashan found out that he was Prince Rui, he broke into a cold sweat in the middle of winter and started to stutter when he spoke.

"You don't need to change your words when you call me your husband," Murong Hao said.

The people around him listened and looked at him with wide eyes.

Wang Dashan was getting married today. Seeing that he frightened Wang Dashan like this, she hurriedly explained:

"Murong Hao, I don't blame Wang Dashan. It was me who insisted on making two good dishes. Last time I raised a lot of ducks on Zhuangzi. The ducks grew up. There were so many people today, so I taught the cooks to make two dishes. Now that I’ve finished teaching the dishes, I don’t need to do anything anymore.”

"My husband, I'm sorry. I was busy and forgot today. I really didn't think carefully and made the master catch a cold." Wang Dashan quickly stepped forward to apologize.

Just as Murong Hao was about to say something, Lin Yunxi pulled his sleeve:

"Murong Hao, today is a happy day, be happy and smile, okay?" She looked at him, her eyebrows were crooked, and she smiled at him, full of coquettishness.

Her smile and her coquettishness can always heal him. He smiled slightly, took out the red envelope he had prepared early in the morning from his sleeve pocket, slowly relaxed his brows, and looked at Wang Dashan:

"This is a wedding gift for you. I wish you a happy marriage and a long life together."

Then he handed the red envelope to Wang Dashan.

"This...this..." At this time, Wang Dashan was a little at a loss.

"Wang Dashan, just accept it. This is the husband's wish." Lin Yunxi said happily.

"The boss has given a lot of things to his subordinates. I can't accept any more." How dare Wang Dashan accept it.

"This is an order." Murong Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"Yes, thank you sir." Wang Dashan heard the order, saluted respectfully, and accepted the red envelope.

After sending out the red envelope, Murong Hao looked at her who was wearing a coarse shirt and said angrily:

"Girl, do you want me to carry you to change clothes, or do you want to go by yourself?"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked again. It turned out that Yunxi and Prince Rui were already so close. He called her "girl"?

Lin Yunxi blushed with embarrassment. She knew that this man did it on purpose and deliberately declared his sovereignty in front of everyone. She smiled and said:

"Hehe, I can walk by myself, I..."

Before she could finish her words, Murong Hao picked her up and turned around to leave the cafeteria.

At this moment, Wang Dashan remembered that he came down from the meeting hall to inform the head of the family that the prayers were about to begin. He said loudly:

"The husband of the house, the head of the family, let's start after bowing with a stick of incense."

"Yeah." Murong Hao said coldly.

When the two of them went out, they heard Lin Yunxi's delicate voice:

"Murong Hao, please put me down."

"If you don't obey today, I will not spare you." He seemed angry.

The sound floated into the cafeteria, where everyone could hear it.

The two of them walked away, and the ninth princess Murong Wan opened her eyes wide and looked at the three young masters in amazement:

"Wow, I didn't expect that the Eighth Emperor's brother dotes on the Emperor's wife so much. I really can't tell what method the Emperor's wife used to subdue the Eighth Emperor's brother."

The three young masters saw the relationship between Yun Xi and Murong Hao for the first time. They all smiled, but the smiles seemed bitter and relieved.

"Hey, why don't you three say anything? We're all stunned." Murong Wan asked curiously, seeing the complex expressions of the three of them.

"Royal sister, let's go. The worship service is about to begin. Let's go up." Murong Qi reminded.

A few people came to their senses and went to the meeting hall together.

Here, Murong Hao carried Lin Yunxi all the way to the highest point of the village. Above it was the courtyard of the eldest family. It used to be a wooden house, but now it has been transformed into a green brick courtyard.

After entering the house, Murong Hao put her down. When he held her in his arms, he had been holding the bundle he had brought for her, which contained the clothes he had chosen for her.

"Change out of your coarse shirt. It won't be warm. Why don't you always make people feel at ease?" he complained.

Knowing that he was angry, today was a big day in the village, so she wanted to comfort him.

"Murong Hao, I want you to change it for me."

As soon as she said these words, his heart softened a lot:

"How old you are, you still need someone to change your clothes." He said angrily, but there was a smile on his face.

She opened her arms and motioned for him to come over.

He approached her, untied the ties of her coat, and took it off for her.

Then he opened the clothes he brought on the table and looked at her:

"Which one do you like, girl?"

"I want the prince to choose for me. The prince has the best taste." She acted coquettishly, and her voice could penetrate the bones of Murong Hao.

He chose a red, gold and black patterned gown for her, which was almost the same as his own black, gold and red patterned gown, like a couple's outfit.

"That's it." He nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, the prince has chosen the best ones." She just wanted to praise him and make him feel better.

After hearing what she said, he put it on directly for her, fastened the belt, straightened the folds of the clothes, and then put the snow-white silver fox cloak on her.

He looked at her overall and looked at her hair. She had just been busy in the kitchen and her bun was a lot messy. He stepped forward and pulled out her ruby ​​hairpin, which was the same as the ruby ​​crown on his head. The corners of his lips slightly curled up imperceptibly.

He turned behind her, tied her hair into a simple bun, and inserted the hairpins.

He turned her around and looked at:

"My king's girl is so beautiful." He sighed.

"It was the prince who made the girl look beautiful." Today she would spare no effort to praise him.

Seeing that his brows were still furrowed, she knew that he was still alive, so she continued to ask him:

"My lord, are you still angry? This girl didn't mean not to wear thick clothes, but she didn't expect it to suddenly get cold today." She looked at him with starry eyes.

"I'm not angry about this anymore." He said calmly.

"Then why is the prince still angry?" She was puzzled.

I saw him looking at her seriously...