Murong Zijiao and the maids beside her looked at Lan Xing'er beside Jun Moxi with hostile eyes after seeing Jun Moxi, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, but fortunately, Jun Moxi saw the clue, and also knew that Murong Zijiao was not good at coming this time, so he played haha: "Xing'er, this is Murong Zijiao, the daughter of the general Murong Lian, and she is a talented woman who can do everything for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!" ”

Lan Xing'er had a sweet smile on her face after hearing Jun Moxi's introduction, and she stepped forward happily and said, "Hello Miss Murong, my name is Lan Xing'er, and I am the military advisor of the Yamen. ”

The military advisor of the Yamen? Then what does she have to do with Jun Mochen, Murong Zijiao muttered in her heart while looking at Jun Mochen's reaction in private, only to see him staring directly at Lan Xing'er, his charming eyes full of pampering and love? This simply made Murong Zijiao jealous, and at the same time, she secretly vowed to get this man's heart.

Look at the green emerald cigarette shirt in front of you, the scattered flowers, water mist and green grass pleated skirt, the skin is like a condensed fat and the air is like a quiet orchid, the smart eyes are a little naughty and a little naughty, the cherry mouth is red without a point, and it is delicate and beautiful, it is like a fairy who does not eat fireworks, Lan Xing'er does not have much good feeling.

But he still pulled a smile from his lips perfunctorily and sent Lan Xing'er away, but fortunately, Jun Moxi reacted quickly enough, and hurriedly asked his subordinates to arrange a room for Murong Zijiao and the maid Qu'er, which eased the embarrassing atmosphere.

Murong Zijiao's attitude made Lan Xing'er quite unhappy, didn't everyone in the TV series know etiquette very well? Looking at that Murong Zijiao's proud and disdainful expression, Lan Xing'er came to a conclusion: The plots in the TV series are all fooling.

was carrying a face pestle there stunned, but the daughter in his hand was snatched by Kejun Mochen with great joy, he licked his face like a child and asked, "This is for me?" ”

The depressed Lan Xing'er glanced at Jun Mochen, who had a hippie smile, and said angrily: "It's for dogs." Then he ignored Jun Mochen's gradually darkening face and walked away.

This made Jun Mochen, who was angry at both ends, angry in his heart, and was polite to Murong Zijiao, because he subconsciously felt that she was innocent in the matter of the emperor's marriage, and was polite to Lan Xing'er, and that was because he didn't know why he felt in a good mood when he saw her, although her attitude towards herself had always been as elusive as the weather forecast.

But the more this is the case, the more he feels that it is necessary to deal with the matter of marriage, maybe he should really be in the capital? But......

The next morning, the sky was dark, the night was about to disappear, and the dawn of the morning light slowly woke up the sleeping creatures......

Lan Xing'er was lying on the carved bed and sleeping on all fours, and he smelled the fragrance of osmanthus cake when he was half asleep, thinking that he must have bought breakfast at Jun Moxi's morning market, but why didn't anyone come to wake up the service?

I couldn't care so much, I got dressed and walked to the front hall, and when I first arrived at the door, I heard Murong Zijiao's voice coming from the hall: "Lord, these pastries are made for you by myself, they won't taste good when they're cold" Murong Zijiao picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and handed it to Jun Mochen, who was contemplating.

The word prince suddenly made Lan Xing'er's brain buzz as if he had been slapped with a brick, it turned out that he was really the prince? Although he is also a master, he has been reckless by his side for so long, he will not condemn himself, right?

Thinking of this made Lan Xing'er shudder, she has read a lot of time-traveling novels, she thinks that the character of the prince is generally ruthless, and she is ruthless to those who disobey her.

No wonder the ninth prince is also surnamed Jun, it turns out that they all grew up in the same nest, why didn't he think of it, Lan Xing'er patted his head and was annoyed by his carelessness.

was about to tiptoe to retreat, not wanting to be seen by Jun Moxi, who came, but before the others arrived, they got up first: "Hey, Xing'er got up so early today?" ”

Lan Xing'er has a black line, and it is difficult not to be found now.

When Jun Moxi stepped forward, he didn't care how ugly Lan Xing'er's face was, he directly took her hand and walked into the front hall, and what caught his eye was Jun Mochen's bitter gourd face and Murong Zijiao's bun face that was wronged because of good deeds.

Jun Moxi resisted the urge to laugh, pulled Lan Xing'er next to him and sat down with a big grin, although Jun Mochen had warned him through his eyes not to hold Lan Xing'er's hand again, but he still picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth as if he didn't see it.

Looking at Lan Xing'er Jun Mochen, who had a rich expression, he didn't want to endure it anymore, his self-esteem for fear of being rejected and the feelings of concern that had tormented him for a long time all fell apart at this moment, he wanted to say it, even if the final result was not what he wanted, because he was afraid that he would endure it like this again, and everyone would end up with it.

So without hesitation, he stepped forward and took Lan Xing'er's hand and walked outside, his action made Murong Zijiao surprised, and shouted in his mouth: "Lord Wang!" He was about to go forward to chase after him, but was stopped by Jun Moxi.

"Since they went out, they didn't want anyone to disturb them, so I think we might as well sit down and eat osmanthus cakes." It is precisely because Jun Moxi saw the love in Jun Mochen's eyes that the gentleman has the beauty of an adult.

Murong Zijiao, who was extremely depressed, glared at Jun Moxi fiercely, and then walked away angrily.

"The world is so peaceful, but you are so irritable, this is not good, it is not good......"

Jun Moxi's casual tone sounded behind him, and Murong Zijiao just wanted to step forward and strangle him.

Lan Xing'er was dragged by Jun Mochen all the way without any scruples, and when she passed by the market, Lan Xing'er seemed to hear a few voices talking to each other.

"I have long heard that the magistrate of the Yamen has a leg with the military division, it seems that there is really no wind and no waves......

"Who's to say it's not, but they look like a good match......"

The latter sentence was so disgusting that Lan Xing'er just wanted to break free from Jun Mochen's clenched hand, but he saw that Jun Mochen was listening to the gossip of the two people with interest while holding the strength in his hand was a little heavier.

Finally Lan Xing'er was furious, she took advantage of Jun Mochen's relaxation to break free from his grip: "What do you want to do, kill or give a happy word, what's the matter with you pulling me all the way like this?" Lan Xing'er rubbed her painful wrist vigorously.

Jun Mochen didn't know what was going on at this time, he felt that his heart was beating so fast, it was about to pop out, he had to let himself take a few deep breaths before he got better, and said hesitantly: "I want to say ......"

"If you have something to say, let it go" Lan Xing'er continued to rub her wrist impatiently, leaving his identity as a prince behind.

"Well, after getting along for so long, you don't have anything to say to me?" Jun Mochen asked around the bush and knocked on the side.

Lan Xing'er straightened the movements in her hand, tilted her head and thought for a while: "Yes, and there are quite a few, first, although you appreciate my pastry-making skills, you shouldn't go to my boudoir and eat the rest......"

This Jun Mochen is a little wronged, in fact, the pastries made by Lan Xing'er were poured into the pigsty and the pigs didn't eat them, if it weren't for the inhumanity of the opposite sex and the inhumanity to sell her stomach, how could she get her good craftsmanship now......

"Second, as a colleague who works together, you shouldn't secretly let the shopkeeper of Linglong Zhai give you a 20% discount without reporting the news to me, I knew that you could give you a 20% discount, so why should I give 8.8% off......"

This made Jun Mochen confused, because to this day, he can't tell which is more cost-effective, 8.8% off, and the shopkeeper of Linglong Zhai will pay him as much as he wants.

"Third ......"

"Wait a minute, is there anything else I like you to admire?" I'm afraid that if you continue to talk about it, Jun Mochen will become the most bastard prince in the world.

"Where to admire?" Lan Xing'er took out a piece of dried sweet potato from her pocket, took a bite and said, "No matter where you go, you are faster to pay for it." "The thought of having such a mobile ATM by her side, Lan Xing'er felt that there was nothing happier in the world than this.

Jun Mochen was completely defeated by her, since no matter how much he seduced him, it was better for him to say it himself: "Xing'er, I like you, I want to marry you......."

Jun Mochen, who hadn't finished his sentence, sadly made the dried sweet potatoes in Lan Xing'er's mouth spray his face, and then saw Lan Xing'er, who was holding back the smile, wiped him with his sleeve and said sorry, but as a result, the dried sweet potatoes on his face were very sticky, and the more he wiped them, the more he couldn't wipe them off, but made his whole face look like a flower-faced cat.

Lan Xing'er looked at Jun Mochen, who was motionless and at her mercy, and finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

How heartless are you as a woman, Jun Mochen said hatefully in his heart.