Can't? Look at this fierce tone, this is called dare? Mo Lan tightened the fox fur on his body, it seems that if he doesn't give an "explanation" today, he won't be able to send away this cold-faced god. She pursed her lips and thought for a moment, feeling that it was still necessary to let the people in this mansion see clearly that she Mo Lan was not the master to be sent.

With a long sigh, Mo Lan stepped over the steps, and by the way, he greeted the handsome man in black: "Let's go, this princess will go and explain to your prince now." ”

"Princess......" A slightly hesitant voice came from the back of her head, and Mo Lan turned around and saw Takizawa looking at her a little strangely, "Doesn't the princess have to freshen up and go again?" ”

She doesn't seem to have washed her face and rinsed her mouth yet, has she? The hair was not combed, it hung down like a waterfall, and the snow-white fox fur was still wearing a nightgown. It was the first time in his life that he had seen such an "informal" princess, but he had met the prince of their family, and he really didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

"Freshen up?" As if hearing some funny joke, Mo Lan sneered, his eyebrows and eyes were curved like a crescent moon, and his face without powder was like a snow lotus blooming in the icy sky and snow mountains, fresh and dazzling, making Takizawa's heart inexplicably stunned.

"As the saying goes, a woman is the one who pleases herself, where is the princess's self-pleasing person?" Mo Lan raised her eyebrows, as if she was trying her best to think about the question, "Is it the prince?" You? Or is it the guard in this house? Seeing his stunned expression, Mo Lan smiled heartily again: "If there is no one who pleases himself, then why bother to freshen up?" With that, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

The robes were flying, accompanied by the slightest unpretentious laughter, which actually dyed a bit of the heroism and uninhibited of men, bringing a different kind of vitality to the palace under the erosion of this cold winter. This is the first time that Takizawa has looked at Mo Lan seriously, a back that is fading away, slender but not delicate. Although there is no trace of the reserved and shyness of the daughter's family, it inexplicably makes people feel good.

He suddenly realized that this woman was special, and he had some vague expectations—perhaps, she could change something.

"Takizawa." He came back to his senses and heard her call his name in front of him, like a friend who had known him for many years, familiar and kind. Raising his eyes, he saw the snow-white figure who had walked to the gate of the courtyard and waved his hand at him without replying: "Let's go, the plan of the day lies in the morning, after explaining, I have to hurry up and come back and continue to sleep!" ”

Is the plan of the day in the morning? The so-called "Yu Chen" is used for sleeping? Takizawa quietly rolled his eyes speechlessly, the corners of his mouth curled up in an almost imperceptible arc, and then he raised his heel.

Along the way, Mo Lan would raise his hand to fiddle with the snow pressed lightly on the branches, and then study the cold ice frozen by the stagnant water, leisurely as if walking in a garden, and he didn't have the energy to be anxious. Takizawa followed her, rather depressed.

Who just said that you should quickly explain and go back to sleep? Who is so good at not counting time now?

He wanted to open his mouth to remind him, after all, the prince was still waiting in the study. After a few thoughts, I finally gave up. He had already seen the princess's eloquence, and if he spoke, maybe she would stop him with some crooked reasoning. Besides, he had absolutely reason to believe that according to the princess's temper, if he reminded her, she would definitely have to hang it for a while and let the prince wait longer.

After rational thinking, Takizawa still chose to remain silent.

By the time I got to the main courtyard, it had taken me twice as long as I would normally walk. Mo Lan walked towards the study, and heard a sharp duck chirping in the distance for a long time, shaking her goosebumps to the ground. After a burst of creepy laughter, she heard something clearer.

"King Wen has been drawing up a guest list recently, and the slave has been ordered to come and ask, this year's Mingxiang Juxian Conference, I don't know if the prince of Lu Dao wants to attend?"