Old Prince De looked at this smiling and soft girl, and was shocked by the calm and unhurried temperament exuded from her eyes.

Secretly Dao, this girl has a good mouth, and her knowledge is quite broad, and she speaks like the Tao.

But the more this is the case, the more unpleasant it is for the old prince to look at her.

People have a preconceived habit, the old prince likes Bai Lingyue, and thinks that all good things should be owned by Bai Lingyue.

Ming Yulong should be stupid and ignorant, the best is the worst, and he was crushed to death by Bai Lingyue.

"Hmph, your father is always submissive, Lao Ming is also a stuffy gourd, you are such a sharp-toothed girl, I don't know who Lu Dao looks like?"

Ming Yulong smiled: "Actually, I don't know who Lu Dao is like, probably because God sees that no one in the Ming Palace's mansion can solve other people's verbal coercion, so let me fill this gap." ”

Old Prince De's face darkened, but he was secretly sarcastic that he was aggressive in every word, and she had no choice but to fight back.

He wanted to say something, but suddenly thought of something, retracted his words, and glanced at Rong Dehai, who nodded quietly and walked out of the door.

Rong Yi glanced at Rong Dehai's figure that slipped out of the sky, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then he retracted his gaze and saw Ming Yulong holding chopsticks in his left hand, struggling to pick up vegetables.

Originally, she wanted to use a spoon to spoon the dishes, but after glancing at the old prince who was staring at her with a dark face, she still changed her chopsticks.

If you don't know each other and eat together, it's better to pay attention to hygiene.

The spoon goes into the mouth and goes to the big bowl to scoop the vegetables, which will be somewhat uncomfortable to watch.

Ming Yulong loves meat and vegetables, and the oil and water in her stomach are empty these days, and as soon as she stretched out her chopsticks, she went towards her favorite beef meatballs.

For a right-hander, it is a tragic thing to hold a round object with his left hand.

Right now, she keeps repeating -

Clip, slip off.

Clip again, slide off again.

Such a process.

When the old prince looked at her, he puffed out his eyes and opened his mouth to scold, "Chopsticks are not good to use, have you been fed by people since you were a child?" ”

Ming Yulong frowned, feeling unbearable.

Obviously, seeing that her hand was injured, she didn't let someone bring her a small spoon.

Now I have to scold her for being an injured person, and it's a bit too partial.

"Grandfather, her hand is injured, and it's normal that she can't clip it. When you broke your hand last year, didn't the housekeeper feed you? ”

Rong Yi glanced at the old prince De deeply, his voice was faint, but with a hint of palpitation.

Old Prince De stiffened his neck and said: "She doesn't cause trouble everywhere, how can her good hand be injured?" Why didn't the other lady see it like her! ”

Rong Yi faced the old prince De's somewhat compelling tone, his expression remained unchanged, his pale lips opened and closed gently, and said slowly:

"Grandfather, can you forget that I was there at the time, and that the assassins were coming at me, and that her injuries were caused by me.

It has never been heard of when the assassin is injured and cannot pick up chopsticks, but it is at fault. The assassin who came to assassinate him should be justified? ”

Old Prince De looked at Rong Yi, there was a wave of anger brewing in his eyes, thinking that he had only gotten a "no" when he wanted to enter Yunlan Pavilion all these years, but Ming Yulong fell in.