The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

"What's the matter, are you angry with me again?" The second prince laughed, the third prince was angry and refused to talk to him, snorted coldly, touched the bowl on the right side, and picked the biggest apple to eat.

He is really a rival at chess and loses every time. Seeing that the good things he has scooped up in recent years easily slip into other people's mouths, and the person who eats his things is the closest second brother who grew up, how can he not be clingy? Be spoiled and proud' and have a little temper.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to." The second prince put away the folding fan he was playing with and put it aside.

He poured a cup of cold tea and took a sip, because the two had been playing chess for a long time, and no one was asked to add water to change the tea halfway, so that a pot of good tea was wasted, and they could only drink cold ones.

The bitter taste of tea reverberated in his mouth, and the second prince threw a piece of pastry into his mouth at a loss. His dark complexion turned better when the sweet taste of the pastry covered up the bitterness.

The second prince can't bear bitterness the most, this is well known in the whole palace, but the tea in front of him is obviously a bitter tea imported from a foreign country by Nan Guoxin, he was cheated by Lao Jiu once, and he still remembers the taste of it deep.

But why his tea was changed, the court lady would never make such a fatal mistake, there is only one truth.

The second prince angrily grabbed the handle of the fan, and gave the third prince a headshot with the folding fan, "I was only interested in your new purple sand pot. Now I have to say, don't blame me for being unrighteous. Five treasures , one piece is quite a lot, tomorrow I will come to inspect the goods myself."

The third prince, who was still hiding to watch the theater, heard a carp rolling, threw the apple in his hand and sat up obediently.

"My good brother, I was wrong~" The third prince surrendered, with a charming smile full of ingratiating intentions, he almost hugged the second prince's leg while wagging his tail, rubbing back and forth in favor.

"Regret?" The second prince always lifted the third prince's chin with his fan handle, he smiled and said softly, "Regret, I don't have that medicine."

"Second brother~, you can let him be a cow or a horse~"

It's no big deal to sacrifice some integrity for your own treasure!

When Yan Si jumped off the roof, his face was paralyzed with color.He wanted to laugh and also looked shocked, but in the end he controlled his facial expression, lowered his head and said in a calm voice, "I will see the second prince and the third prince."

"What's the matter?"

The third prince's face was flushed like an electric shock, and his eyes were evasive, while the second prince patted his crumpled clothes in disgust.

"The master has a letter to the second prince." Yan Si took out the neat envelope from his arms, and presented it with respectful hands.

Seeing that there was business to do, the two immediately put aside their previous squabbling, and the second prince completed the contents of the letter and handed it to the third prince who had recovered his integrity.

"Xiao Jiu started to care about Mo Ling and Xi Fengzhe, and finally understood that weeds need to be eradicated, and she is willing to do it." The third prince pursed his thin lips with a half-smile.

"In the past, I just disdain to pay attention to their stealth, but the fourth brother has too much heart and insists on killing brothers." The second prince regretted.

When he was young, Xi Fengzhe looked like a little adult, just at the age when children are happy to play. In order to be liked by the emperor, he insisted on throwing away all his playing time. He never left his hand with a book of sages every day, walked no more than half a foot, and even smiled the same radians.

To the brothers like the second prince, they always showed a mature and stable attitude, which made it difficult for people to recognize who was the older one.

No joy or anger, like a puppet being drawn by someone.

"He has been cheating on orangutans since he was a child. I just can't stand his beastly appearance." The third prince didn't have much affection for Xi Fengzhe.

The second prince had already written the letter back to Xi Mojiu, he blew on the wet ink on the paper, and panicked a few times in the air holding the corner of the letter paper.

"Yan Si, it's back to your master." He put the letter into the envelope and handed it to Yan Si who was silent at the side.

"Yes"

After Yan Side gave the order, he tapped his right foot to perform lightness kung fu, and the jade pendant around his waist bounced twice.

That night, the third prince cried and howled all night, holding a bunch of treasures and never letting go, even when he was sleeping, he had to be moved to the bed next to him.

There is a pavilion in the lake in the west corner of the palace, surrounded by pink lotus flowers. It rained yesterday, and the emerald green lotus leaves are covered with dewdrops.

When Xi Mojiu came, Mo Ling was stiff and didn't dare to move, maintaining his posture in distress, holding a black ball in his palm.

"What's in Ling Ling's hand?" Before entering, Xi Mojiu asked straight to the point.

Mo Ling stayed in the same posture for too long, and when he turned his head to look at Xi Mojiu, his body ached.He motioned Xi Mojiu to look at his hands.

Xi Mojiu walked in to have a look, opened his eyes wide, and stretched out a finger to poke the fluffy ball in Mo Ling's hand. After the little guy moved his body, he looked up lazily at Xi Mojiu, and then He buried his head in boredom.

"Mouse? Where did you pick up Ling Ling?" Xi Mojiu sat on the stone chair, staring at it intently with his chin propped.

Mo Ling shook his head, he felt chest tightness when he got up this morning, he planned to go out for a walk, and came to see the lotus under the strong recommendation of the housekeeper.

Unexpectedly, it was cool by the lake, and the lotus flowers gave off a burst of fragrance. After a while, he fell asleep in a daze.

Mo Ling didn't understand how a squirrel that was no bigger than his palm climbed on his hand, and he didn't admit it. When Mo Ling found out, he licked his palm obediently with his pink tongue.

"I picked it up on the ground," Mo Ling said.

If Xi Mojiu was told the truth, he would definitely be in trouble this morning. It's no wonder Xi Mojiu wasn't clamoring for an answer.

Xi Mojiu said, "Did the parents not want it?"

Mo Ling poked the flower branch mouse with his hand, "I don't know"

He only has the ability to communicate with plants, not animals.

Xi Mojiu said excitedly, "How about Jiu'er and Lingling being its parents?"

"What?" Mo Ling didn't know what was going on in Xi Mojiu's head. Keeping a pet is an extremely troublesome thing, not only to take care of its food and drink, but also to prevent him from getting sick and infected.

And there seems to be no vaccination in ancient times, what should this little guy do if he is sick?

Xi Mojiu was afraid that Mo Ling would disagree, so he lowered his head in frustration, feeling very melancholy, "Other brothers have little pets, but Jiu'er doesn't. It looks better than other mice, and Jiu'er likes it."

"But it's very troublesome to raise it. You have to take a bath regularly, and you have to give it all of Jiu'er's favorite pastries," Mo Ling said flickeringly.

He still doesn't believe that this idiot who loves to eat cakes for his life will keep it.

That Xi Mojiu's reply was unexpected, he patted his chest, "I'll give it all to eat!! I'm going to raise it~ okay? Lingling~"

Xi Mojiu didn't understand why he was obsessed with raising a mouse, but a voice in his subconscious kept urging him to raise it.

The Flower Branch Mouse seemed to see that Mo Ling didn't plan to keep him, but Xi Mojiu liked it more, so it quickly got up, ran to Xi Mojiu with its short legs, and used the short melon seeds to hook Xi Mojiu's silk Slippery sleeves.

Xi Mojiu stretched out his hand towards it, and the little chipmunk ran to his hand and nestled into a ball.

"Squeak" it called flatteringly.