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In the carriage.

Hua Sheng's scorching gaze really made Mo Lingqin feel a lot of pressure.

Moreover, he has been holding himself all the time.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, in fact, I can sit on ...... myself," she wanted to say, she didn't crush it if she was pinched of mud and sand.

But before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Hua Sheng's voice.

"Your body is still weak, and there are many wounds on your body, and the lonely carriage is on the way back to the post station, simple, and there is no cushion for fear of hurting you. ”

Mo Lingqin, "......"

Well, she insisted on it several times, and she also rejected Hua Sheng for various reasons, and she was not holding on to it, so she didn't insist on it, so she left it to him.

At first, the carriage drove smoothly, but then there was a bumpy section of the road, and the carriage only swayed gently from side to side.

It's kind of like a rocking car.

Mo Lingqin has been tossing for a long time since he woke up, and the sleepy insect has climbed up unconsciously.

Holding Hua Sheng in his arms like this, people began to feel sleepy, and the chicks fell asleep unconsciously.

By the time she woke up, Hua Sheng had already carried her out of the carriage.

The luxurious golden glazed tile roof, the tall antique building stands in front of you, very majestic and magnificent.

The red vermilion lacquer gate was kneeling with two long rows of people greeting them.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince......"

They are all carefully selected and selected first-class servants, and just listening to the sound of kneeling and shouting in unison is enough to shake people's hearts.

Hua Sheng kept holding Mo Lingqin.

In the meantime, a maid brought a spring stool over, and he ignored her when he wanted to take her.

Uh, well, he'll hug him if he likes.

Mo Lingqin was helpless, wasn't he tired of holding it all the way?

Of course, she didn't know that Huasheng was already the third level of land price, not to mention holding a person, even if she held an 800 catties, there was no pressure.

He is no different from hugging Mo Lingqin now as he is hugging air, so naturally he will not think she is heavy.

Along the way, after a long corridor with ten twists and nine bends, I arrived at a luxurious palace.

The gold lacquer pen and ink on it are written with the words 'Liuqin Garden'.

Liuqin Garden!!

Uh, Mo Lingqin felt that he might be thinking too much!

The two of them could not have developed to this ......

Otherwise, how could she not have this memory in her memory?

Or is it that the prince Huasheng has always had a crush on himself [the original owner doesn't know!], and now he brought her here, is he trying to fall in love?!

Mo Lingqin felt that his little heart was about to fail.

My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was jumping out of my throat.

Ahh

She wears this out, is the shit going to become a princess?

The thoughts flying in Mo Lingqin's mind, Hua Sheng didn't know.

But he really felt the pounding heartbeat.

It feels sweeter than honey!

It turns out that the little girl's heart will beat faster when she faces him, and she will blush when she sees the words 'Liuqin Garden'!

That...... Does it mean that she has understood her own mind?

Hua Sheng felt like he was stepping on the clouds—a little floating.

In each of them had their own thoughts, the man had entered a bedroom.

Mo Lingqin was placed on the bed and cloud quilt.

Leaving Huasheng's embrace, the interior furnishings can be seen at a glance.

The white jade is a brick, the red sandalwood is a beam, and the surrounding layout is mainly female, luxurious but not tacky, faintly revealing a girlish atmosphere.

On the bed, the silk cloud quilt is embroidered with pairs of koi fish, outlined by gold threads, and you can know the extraordinary product at a glance.

"Qin'er, lie down, it will hurt a little when you take the medicine, if you can't help it, bite it." Hua Sheng suddenly leaned over and asked, and reached out to stuff a roll of silk brocade in her palm.

The hot breath blew in Mo Lingqin's ears, and the sandalwood incense on his body penetrated into her nose, her ears itched, and her heart itched even more-