Chapter 21: The Contrast of the Lord (20)
But...... Embrace???
Wait, the prince was hugged? I really hugged ??!
Thinking about it, Steward Lin asked.
Mo Jiuhua raised his head and nodded with a blank but natural expression: "Yes, I hugged it, and the slave maid still used the princess hug, what's wrong with Steward Lin?" Is there anything wrong with this? β
Steward Lin......
Steward Lin's expression has always been serious and calm: Ξ£(ΕΠ΄Ε|||) οΎοΎ
Father-in-law...... Princess, hug me, oh my goodness!!
Or are you a girl's family to a man?!
The key is......
Wait a minute!
Steward Lin then remembered that his prince was hugged, or was hugged by a woman, but he seems, looks, almost, probably...... There is no point to blame!
Thinking of Fang Cai's own prince's reaction......
That's obviously shy!!
In an instant, Steward Lin seemed to hear the sound of his long-cherished wish tree blooming.
Ah, impressed!
The prince of his family and the girl Ah Jiu really had a fate from their previous lives, as he thought!
Otherwise, how could the prince treat Ah Jiu girl alone and special?!
In this way, the palace is not far from the day of the happy event, hey, hey, hey!
Thinking about it, Steward Lin was so happy in his heart that he even had a smile on his always serious face.
"Good, good!"
Steward Lin said three good words in a row, and finally glanced at Mo Jiuhua meaningfully, and walked around her in a good mood.
Well, even the pace has become a lot brisker.
Mo Jiuhua: "......" Huh?
Although she didn't know what the other party was thinking, looking at his appearance, it should be related to her and Mu Ziyu, mainly Mu Ziyu.
Mo Jiuhua thought for a while, and suddenly smiled meaningfully, understanding something.
Laugh at! Interesting housekeeper.
Mo Jiuhua took the plate in his hand and walked towards Mu Ziyu's room, but when he entered the door, he found that there was no one.
Seeing this, she raised her eyebrows and brought the plate to the table, and then began to set the dishes.
After a while, Mu Ziyu appeared at the door in a wheelchair, Mo Jiuhua hurriedly stepped forward and pushed the person into the room, and another princess who was caught off guard put the person in front of the table.
Mu Ziyu: "......"
Mu Ziyu blushed his ears and made a wooden face, indicating that he was used to it.
In order to hide that something was wrong with him, he had to silently pull the small basin on the side and wash his hands first.
That look, inexplicably with a hint of well-behaved, made Mo Jiuhua secretly funny.
"Come, the prince tastes, this is the breakfast made by the slave maid for you, you taste it to see how it tastes, if you are satisfied, the slave will make it for you every day in the future."
Mo Jiuhua handed the chopsticks to Mu Ziyu as he spoke, but when he withdrew his hand, he inadvertently touched his white and delicate hand.
Feeling the touch that flashed, Mu Ziyu's hand that took the chopsticks froze slightly, and then it was as if he didn't notice anything, and his expression was the same as usual.
However, Mo Jiuhua, who had been silently observing him, noticed his eyelashes that began to tremble because they were unnatural.
Mo Jiuhua put the food on the table for him, and then made a gesture of please, "Lord Wang, please use it." β
As if to hide his helplessness, as Mo Jiuhua's words fell, Mu Ziyu's movements were different from the usual slow and methodical, but he eagerly took a mouthful of food and put it in his mouth.
Flavor...... It was surprisingly delicious.
Mu Ziyu couldn't help but take two mouthfuls in a row.
Just eating and eating, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so when he turned his head, he saw Mo Jiuhua on the side with a light smile on his face, kneeling upright beside him and looking at him softly.
Mu Ziyu hurriedly avoided the other party's gaze, lowered his eyes, and blurted out without thinking: "You...... Don't you eat it? β