Chapter 291: Dry Firewood

Shanxiu shook his head, "That's Weichen's partiality, and it's not upright, but what the prince said about integrity in the past seems to mean something, such as being upright in the past, and it may not be upright now." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoβ€œ

The prince listened to his euphemistic question, and responded with a smile, "We all say that the human heart has seven tricks, how many meanings there are in a sentence, and it has always been to see how high the understanding ability of obedient people will be. β€œ

If the prince had to think so, I can't say that there must be no such meaning. ”

At this time, the good correction was starting to retract the lead, so the topic did not continue. When Shanxiu brought up a big red fish again, there were already craftsmen from the garden who were already repairing the garden rushing here, and Shanxiu glanced at it with his spare eyes, "They are finally going to move this pond, Uncle Guo doesn't seem to like fishing." I wonder what he wants to build here?"

On that side, the prince suddenly shook his hand, a red brocade hooked in the morning, but he was still unhurried to reel in the line, Shanxiu glanced at his unhurried appearance, and then glanced at the big fish hanging on the line, "The prince looks at it like this, it seems that he likes to put a long line to catch big fish." Of course, the prince understood what he meant by this, which was a metaphor for his consideration of good cultivation. So, he also metaphorically went back, "But do you really want to catch this fish? In addition to putting a long line, I need to get a lot of things that I don't have, and I think I'll go back and prepare well." But I think I should have something in my hands now that can also be used for the long term. ”

Then, slowly, he reached into his sleeve, as if to pick up something. In the next moment, a piece of luster jade pendant, now in his palm, the two words on it, after the daylight, returned to clear traces of the pen, he handed the jade pendant to Shanxiu, "I want to know your heart with you, use this as a basis, I don't know if it is enough?"

Shanxiu glanced at the jade pendant again, and did not rush to put it away, but kept staring at it strangely, "I don't dare to make a private agreement with the prince for life." ”

The prince couldn't help but smile with a suitable face, "But if this is the case, I am relatively Ming Qi Shizi, I think he will definitely accept it quickly." ”

Shanxiu laughed directly, "Mingqi is good at anything, but it is too tricky to be raised by my aunt, if you find his things and don't return them immediately, I think it's better not to return it, otherwise, he will definitely bite back, saying that the prince is stolen." Shanxiu half-brightly and half-secretly accused the prince of not returning the jade pendant immediately in the name of Mingqi. After speaking, he looked at the hook again, "I'm afraid this pool will no longer exist tomorrow, today is too exciting, I want to catch a few more fish, go back to commemorate it." ”

After saying that, continue to wait patiently!

The prince looked up and smiled at the wind in front of him, new ideas were already rising in his heart, he had never been a person who loved to compromise. This is also something they don't know very well, and it's kind of flattened.

Ming Qi glanced at the carefree who was not moved by his words, "If the female errand is rubbed again, the birthday of the nineteenth prince will have to wait for next year!"

Worry-free looked back at the direction of the study, "I'm afraid the slave maid can't follow the prince to the palace like this, firstly, such a thing has not been allowed by Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, and secondly, the identity of the slave and maid does not seem to be able to enter the palace at will." ”

Ming Qi had an expression of not knowing what she was talking about, "Why are you different from others? Is it because they know the reason why I like you?"

Sanssouci wants to humbly tell him that she is a sinner.

Ming Qi had already pulled up her sleeves, "It's because if you want to enter the palace one day, you must do so in the grand way you expect, not in this kind of status as a humble servant." I'm not mistaken, am I?"

Carefree was misunderstood by him, but he didn't want to explain it to him. She just wanted to distance herself from him in front of people.

Ming Qi, sure enough, made up his mind and pulled her out, and in the palace, outside the door, there was already a carriage waiting.

Compared with the carriage that Wuwu is using, going back and forth to the palace every day, this carriage is more than three times larger, and Wuwu suddenly has an idea that there are only two people sitting in it, which seems empty.

Although Wu Wu has become accustomed to going in and out with his master as a servant, it is the first time to take a carriage. What's more, it's such a big carriage?

The only good thing is that she can stay away from Mingqi.

Now she suddenly felt that the pearl vase made of pearls that Ming Qi had asked her to hold was simply her defensive armor, allowing her to safely shrink behind it. You can be sure that Mingqi will not really stop.

Sure enough, he sat down as the carriage walked, and it was then that Sanssouci regretted his decision to sit in this corner, and now he blocked all retreats.

There was no way to hide the distance, and on his body, the faint aroma of bluegrass rushed straight into her heart. The pearl vase in his hand was taken away by him without saying a word. Just put it behind you.

Her body was thin and slender, and her waist barely stretched out. Suddenly his heart was on fire, as if someone had thrown wood on it and made a fire. Suddenly it turned into a raging fire.

It took a long time to feel her struggle faintly under his strength.

He was slightly confused, she had pushed him away, and sorted out his clothes in a panic.

He felt that the fire in his body had not been extinguished. I just want to burn it happily. But the man in his heart was unwilling to burn with him. It was like a basin of cold water coming down from the head.

Worry-free used a respectful look, wanting him to feel happy. In fact, pushing is not a good way to refuse, indifference is.

But he still kept the appearance of being pushed down by her, and if he looked in front of his eyes, he would find that his eyelashes did not blink and looked at her like that.

Carefree looked out from the windblown curtain, "This is outside, it's very inappropriate for the prince to be like this." ”

When he saw the smile on Ming Qi's face, he knew that he had already grabbed the handle in this sentence, and lowered his head in a bit of a panic, "The slave can't speak." Don't blame the son. The slave didn't dare to do anything without the orders of Her Royal Highness the Celestial Princess. Shouldn't the prince do something that is not ordered by Her Royal Highness the Celestial Princess?" "Her Royal Highness the Celestial Princess is the last sharp blade of Worry-free, and Ming Qi has always hated her for using her mother to suppress him. So she deliberately said this more and more in order to provoke him.

But it's not that easy.

But he had used it so many times that he didn't seem to care much. At first, some of the eyes that became sharp and sad began to soften away, and then with those smiles, they were like April in the world, and the spring was beautiful. It's hard to take your eyes off it.

She reminded herself that she couldn't look any further. So as not to get caught up in it.

When they arrived at the palace gate, Wu Wu felt that he was sweating all over his body, and his clothes had become sticky and greasy on his body. She has never entered the palace, but the palace in front of her is thousands of times, but she goes back and forth a thousand times in her dreams. Hearing the sound of the palace door being pushed open, the whole person tightened up unprecedentedly, and suddenly there was a pain, it was extremely sharp, she knew that her nails had been embedded in her palm, but still, she clenched her hand into a fist. (To be continued.) )