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The two of them walked halfway, Fang Yulan's face was full of red clouds, her eyes were bright, and she still looked weak, but she was still weak and slender, snuggling in the arms of the third prince, with a shy smile on her lips, she glanced at the third prince, and felt like drinking in her heart. Sweet as honey.

A teenage girl is exactly the age of Huaichun, and she likes the delicate and handsome young man the most. Apart from being good-looking, the third prince also has a high status. The royal family is always unattainable for ordinary people. In Fang Yulan's eyes, the young man is full of light.

The third prince was out of Fang Yulan's sight, his face was cold, without a hint of a smile, he was a prince who grew up surrounded by intrigues and tricks, there was this patient and pregnant girl Chunhuaxueyue, if it wasn't for the concubine mother asking him to hurry up Fang Heng, Minister of the Ministry of War, he was too lazy to look at such a naive woman as Fang Yulan.

"Your Highness, what do you do on weekdays?" Fang Yulan looked up at the third prince and asked softly with a smile,

The third prince raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. He has been busy pleasing the emperor all day, what else can he do?

But he said in his mouth: "Father is old. As a son of man, I always accompany Shengjia."

Fang Yulan's eyes were red, and she was touched and said: "Your Highness is really filial. Although Yulan is with her boudoir every day, she spends most of her time studying poetry and book etiquette, and she doesn't spend much time with her parents. Compared with Your Highness, Magnolia is much different."

The third prince restrained the twitching corners of his mouth, and looked down at the tears in the corners of her eyes. He was even more speechless. Is it necessary? I was moved to tears with one sentence. If he told the truth, this woman would not be scared to death.

The old emperor, the old man, on the surface said he likes him the most, but the military power and political affairs are all in charge of the crown prince. He proposed to help the prince, but the old man always refused and said that the time was not enough. Hmph, can't he see that the old man Are you playing tricks on him?

When he is full-fledged, the old man and the prince and little pervert, he will take care of them all!

The third prince smiled sinisterly, his eyes were cold, Fang Yulan was still wiping her tears with her head down, she had never seen it.

"I've met Your Highness, Miss." A red-clothed maid with a double bun came running over in a hurry, and Fang Yulan, who saw the third prince, immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Fang Yulan was embarrassed to lean into the third prince's arms again, straightened up and said: "Xiao Hong, what's the matter with looking for me in a hurry?"

The little servant girl obviously ran over, her forehead was covered with sweat, she didn't care to wipe it off, and cried, "Miss, Madam was stung by a hornet, her face is swollen and tall, you should go and have a look!"

"What?!" Ma Yulan was so scared that she didn't faint. Hornets are poisonous, and it might disfigure her face. She forgot to pretend to be weak. Fang Yulan stood up straight and said angrily, "How could mother get hurt? You guys What does the servant girl do to eat? Have you ever consulted a doctor?!"

The servant girl was frightened by him and cried on the spot, and replied with a choked voice: "The madam has been moved to the inner room, and the servant has been sent to look for the doctor and the two, woohoo."

Snorting angrily, Fang Yulan was burning with anxiety. Seeing the third prince who showed concern, she forcefully forced a smile and said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry, what happened to my mother, I..."

The third prince looked at her worriedly, and said softly: "Don't accompany me, go and see your mother."

Fang Yulan hummed obediently, turned her head and hurried away.

Soon, the third prince was the only one left in the path surrounded by willow trees. He watched Fang Yulan's figure disappear into the flowers with lowered eyelids, then sneered, and flicked the sleeve touched by the woman.

When this happened, the garden must be in chaos. Instead of asking for trouble, it is better to stay in this quiet place for a while and wait for the storm to subside before going out. go.

The trees fell backward one by one, and the willow pavilion covered by dense willow twigs gradually appeared in sight. The third prince walked forward leisurely, enjoying the unique refreshingness of spring.

Leaving the last willow tree behind, the third prince stepped on the small bridge leading to the willow pavilion with one foot, and then, his footsteps stopped, and he was also stunned.

There was a man in the willow pavilion. He sat sideways on a wooden chair in the pavilion, resting his head lazily, playing with a long willow stick with his fingertips, teasing the koi in the lake, but this was obviously not his favorite game. His expression was flat, full of boredom.

What stunned the third prince was not his long hair hanging down like a night, nor his slender white fingertips that slipped from his cuffs, nor his thin pale pink lips and star-studded eyes, but It is the shock produced by all of these gathered in one person.

This person cannot be described as beautiful, as long as he sits there quietly, he will stir up a pool of spring water in people's hearts.

It took a long time for the third prince to come back to his senses. He couldn't help slowing down his breathing and walking, and slowly approached him step by step.

"who are you?"

The man turned his head, glanced at him from top to bottom, and then, perhaps because his clothes were too gorgeous, letting him know his extraordinary identity, he straightened his sitting posture and stopped lazily leaning on the back of the chair On the ground, he stood up slowly and saluted him.

"I've met you, son. I'm Nan Xiang."

His expression was always calm, and he saluted him, which didn't make people feel his humbleness. Instead, he was captured by his demeanor, and it took him a long time to find his own voice.

"I'm……"

Before he could speak, he subconsciously stopped, wanting to have an equal relationship with this person, and not wanting to make him seem respectful because of his status, but actually reject him thousands of miles away.

"I'm Liu Ting. My family is in the fabric business. I seem to have heard of your name."

Nan Xiang lowered his eyes, nodded his head, he had remembered his name, and leaned lazily on the wooden chair again, looking at the koi that appeared and disappeared in the lake, he didn't want to answer any more.

The third prince choked up, the feeling of being left alone is really novel.

But he was a little embarrassing in his heart, being treated so rudely, he felt even more reluctant, and the desire to get acquainted with him became stronger.

The toes rubbed the ground, and the third prince sat down next to Nan Xiang without much struggle, watching him take the willow stick beside the wooden chair and play with the koi in the lake again,

After thinking for a long time, I finally came up with a sentence,

"Do you like the fish in this lake? I also have quite a few at home. I'll send you some famous ones some other day."

Nan Xiang glanced at him indifferently, then lay down on the back of the chair again, and remained silent.

The third prince felt like a cat was scratching in his heart, it was so itchy, he really wanted to talk to this person, but he just ignored him and suffocated the third prince to death.

After waiting for a while, Nan Xiang threw the wicker onto the lake in boredom, obviously having had enough fun, he stood up, as if he was about to leave.

"Hey? Mr. Nanxiang, walk slowly, you haven't told me where your family lives yet? What do you do for a living now?"

In a hurry to confide all his thoughts, the third prince wanted to slap him in the mouth. He was always flattered by others, and all he needed to do was sneer and ridicule. Today he realized that being ridiculed was really aggrieved.

He held Nan Xiang by his sleeve, looked down, and then looked up at the third prince. Under his calm eyes, the third prince saw a slight disgust, and reflexively let go of his sleeve.

Nan Xiang flicked his sleeves, the corners of the third prince's mouth twitched slightly, as if he saw himself just now.

"I live in Fengyaxuan. You must know what I do for a living. Mr. Liu, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Nan Xiang nodded slightly, turned around and left slowly.

The third prince was stunned, Feng Yaxuan, could it be that he is the most beautiful man in Pingliu City, Mr. Nanxiang?

Nanxiang, the third prince regrets too much, I have only met you until now.