Pretty Prince vs Fake Girl

Liang Xuan didn't rely on the foot power of a BMW, and he was already several times faster than a first-class sweat-blooded BMW just by walking on the snow and floating clouds. Because the distance between Nanjiang and Tubo is not too far, Liang Xuan had already arrived five days later. I went to the Hongyan Inn.

Dust-ridden, exhausted.

Early in the morning, Mu Mu held a basin of water with a clear expression, kicked open the door of the inn, and poured all the purified water in front of the door in the morning on Liang Xuan.

Liang Xuan's legs were weak, and he was paralyzed on the ground like a dead fish. In February, he was suddenly chilled by a basin of cold water, and even his erratic mind suddenly condensed.

He wiped his face furiously, raised the corners of his mouth at Mu Mu with difficulty, and said, "The way of greeting at Hongyan Inn is really out of the ordinary way, it's eye-opening, eye-opening! Ah——sneezes, sneezes, sneezes, sneezes !"

As the saying goes, from the beginning to the end, the charm is profound, and it is even more hearty, resounding through the sky.

The wild sneezes one after another finally dragged back the expressionless and shocked Mu Mu's Yuanshen, who immediately threw the water basin, and quickly helped Liang Xuan, who had shrunk into a ball, into the house.

Zhao Qingzhi yawned lazily, with one hand on the vermilion railing, and walked lightly and gracefully, looked at Liang Xuan with a slumped head for a long time, then took a step back, and said with a frown, "Where did you come from, little beggar? Mu Mu, this old lady is an inn, not a shelter!"

As soon as Mu Mu's hand was loosened, Liang Xuan, who put one arm on his shoulder to stabilize his figure, inevitably slipped down immediately. His legs that seemed to be filled with lead before relaxed for a moment, and when he exerted his strength again, it felt like there were countless The silver needle landed on the sole of the foot, piercing into his body like a murder without blood.

Liang Xuan gasped, his face turned pale from the pain, tremblingly took out the jade pendant that Murong Ze had given him from his bosom, and ran all the way by himself, rushing too fast, how could he say such a lie after meeting? I don't have time to think about it, and I am in a hurry to choose words and make sentences, but I can't find a way for a while.

Zhao Qingzhi's eyes flickered, and she snatched the jade pendant from Liang Xuan's palm, exhaled, gritted her teeth, and sniffed at the sunlight and light. After a lot of tossing, she suddenly lifted Liang Xuan's collar, He said in panic, "Prince! What's wrong with the prince!"

Ever since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince disappeared without a trace during the Spring Festival, the old Hou Ye has been looking for his whereabouts, but there is no news of him. He is really worried, and he can't help but lose his spirited eyes. What a spirit.

Zhao Qingzhi was naturally worried every day, but she was even more worried about the health of the old marquis. None of the people sent out were useful, but it was such an ordinary day that she saw this jade pendant.

It's not the precious Lantian jade, but it's just a cheap one that Fu'er bought when she spotted the right one while visiting the fireworks festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of that year.

But because of wearing it all year round, it was actually tainted with the fragrance of Fu'er's body, and this ordinary and unpretentious jade became unique in the heaven and earth.

When Liang Xuan was dying, he finally smiled with relief. If it wasn't for the severe shortage of water, he would definitely burst into tears at this moment. Be good, at least she can find the key point so quickly, and then After a while, his last breath in this difficult and difficult hanging will be completely gone!

"Ze'er... Tubo..."

Liang Xuan only said these two words, his throat suddenly sweetened, and he lost consciousness.

However, with just these two words, Zhao Qingzhi could instantly understand the serious relationship between them, and immediately carried Liang Xuan into the house with the help of wood, and went out to the Zhongyihou's mansion without stopping.

During the five days, except for two or three hours of sleep every day, Liang Xuan was on the road almost at night, and this time he finally completed the task that Murong Ze had given him.

In the long deep sleep, he was in a trance, like a dream, but he was always wandering in a dream, unable to leave, unable to wake up.

It has been a long, long, long time since I have dreamed of Wan'er, and I am unable to see her face clearly in the dream.

It's just that in his dream, Wan'er smiled softly, but his whole body was suddenly covered with a misty white light. He stood on the ground, opened his eyes and watched his mother ascend to the sky, and could never touch her again.

That's right, his mother is not an idle person, he never believed that his mother was dead, and she must have been watching him every day in the sky for many years.

He always thought that if he got into trouble every day and gradually corrupted, his mother would not be able to remain indifferent forever, and would always come back and take off his pants, and desperately slap his soft buttocks twice to relieve his anger of.

Isn't it so naive that it's ridiculous and pathetic?

Now, with a wave of compassion, he looks at his young self who is mischievous and troublesome in front of others, but he shrinks himself into a small ball in a corner where no one is around, staring blankly at the water-washed sky. There was never a prayer in my mouth.

He sighed faintly, his eyes were deep but peaceful, calm and calm.

He thought, he should have woken up, now that Wan'er has returned to her hometown, why should he be uneasy?

However, it was not as he expected, this dream seemed a little unusual...

He turned his ball-like body on his back, and searched blankly for the door to leave the dream. When he looked around, a soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Are you looking for your mother too?"

Liang Xuan was taken aback.

Since he was in a dream, and he was looking at him detached from the world, how could the people in this dream see him?

The hem of the clothes was pulled gently, Liang Xuan lowered his head in astonishment, his heart melted into a puddle.

It's not the soft, tender, fragrant and white little Murongze!

Like powder balls, the ancient jade is agile, with flickering eyes, the black pupils seem to be attracted by the brightest stars in the sky, willing to become the clear light in those black eyes.

Liang Xuan's mind turned slowly, but his actions were quick. He opened his arms, smiled obscenely but thought himself brilliant, bent over and touched Xiao Ze'er's shoulders with his hands, and hugged the fan.

Then he kissed Fen Tuan'er's red mouth fiercely, and then laughed loudly, "Wow ha ha ha! Xiao Ze'er, in this way, your first kiss is finally mine La! Wahahaha!"

Fen Tuan Ze'er raised her sleeves, rubbed her mouth fiercely, frowned her eyebrows, and flattened her mouth. She was about to cry, but after thinking about it, she was still under the control of this bad uncle, so she must not act rashly, even more so. Not being able to show weakness easily and lose the face of the royal family, he twitched and choked back the crying, the tears in his big eyes couldn't go back no matter what.

This grievance but pretending to be calm made Liang Xuan's heart itch. It is true that he is not a pedophile, but Ze'er's cute little hands and feet can't be resisted by any man!

What's more, he is still his man!Ouch, I'm so shy, what should I do?Hate it!It's just a dream, don't be impulsive!calm!calm!

After several unfathomable rants, Liang Xuan looked at Fan Tuan Ze'er and rolled his eyes with a smile, and said kindly, "Little baby, why are you here alone?"

Fan Tuan Ze'er found a comfortable position in Liang Xuan's arms, one hand was wrapped around his neck to stabilize her body, her small face like a jade carving was full of pretentious maturity and calmness, "My mother You will come to pick me up soon, bad uncle, don't make bad ideas, my mother is terrible!"

Liang Xuan's face froze, and he touched his face with his hand. He felt that although he was not shockingly handsome, he was still handsome. How could he be called a "bad uncle"?

Liang Xuan was very unhappy. He pinched Fen Tuan Ze'er's serious face and said with a warm smile, "Uncle looks so kind. If you call me a bad uncle like that, Uncle will be sad."

Fan Tuan Ze'er frowned quite seriously, held Liang Xuan's face and looked around carefully several times, then nodded suddenly, and said firmly, "Well, you do look quite breakthrough."

Liang Xuan bit his lower lip, unable to laugh or cry.

Is this brat praising him for his breakthrough beauty, or is he disgusting for his breakthrough ugliness?

No wonder he was so eloquent when he grew up, and when he was young, he was already so worried when he said something like this, hey... I don’t know if he gives little Ze’er some advice now, after he wakes up from this dream, will Ze’er be happy? Will it become gentle and watery?

Thinking of this, Liang Xuan couldn't help but lost his mind, when he thought of his Ze'er, a little bird, curled up in his arms, touching his chest, and said softly, "I hate you, Xuanxuan, I love you!" ", it's really a little unbearable.

This... this... has a strong taste, so you need to think carefully about it!calm!calm!

"Uncle, you have a nosebleed, hey, you are so dirty, you really are a bad uncle."

Fan Tuan Ze'er's disgusting call made Liang Xuan startled, and suddenly woke up from the dream within the dream, looked at the little face for a long time, sighed inscrutablely, and said in a low voice, "It's better to go along with me." It's naturally good, naturally good..."

"I heard my mother and my colleagues say the same thing yesterday, bad uncle, what does 'let it be' mean?"

Fan Tuan Ze'er's seeking knowledge instantly made Liang Xuan feel taller, cleared his throat, and pretended to be high-spirited, "Isn't this 'letting go with the flow', it means everything goes with the flow, don't be too stubborn, It’s best to go with the flow.”

Fan Tuan Ze'er's bright eyes suddenly flashed a trace of doubt. He looked at Liang Xuan quietly, and suddenly curled his lips and said, "What's the difference between saying it and not saying it? He really is a bad uncle."

At this moment, Liang Xuan especially wanted to ask little Ze'er, which country's system he was relying on to judge the bad uncle's position!

Just as he was about to be questioned, Fen Tuan'er suddenly covered his mouth, and the body that had been standing erect was also short, so he leaned softly on his shoulder, and whispered, "Shut up, hide! I heard my mother's voice! Let's hide and scare her!"

The corner of Liang Xuan's mouth twitched, and he raised his eyes to see that in this extremely spacious and magnanimous garden, there wasn't even a hair that could cover his face, and he was still hiding!

However, the strange thing is that when he saw the woman in the rouge-colored skirt walking close, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. When he came to his senses, there was already a huge boulder in front of him and Fan Tuan'er, with a strange shape Leaving aside, it was just enough for the two of them to hide.

Liang Xuan couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth again, laughing silently.

Really, such a convenient dream...

The author has something to say:

Shocking and weeping ghosts and gods titles, I have given up, kneeling...

What to do, writing and writing collapsed, but...suddenly...thinking...if our little angel Ze'er can give birth to a pink and lovely little Ze'er...come out...that would be great... Just think about it, don't take it seriously, (ノω<.)ノ))☆..Hate~