Hit the horse and returned home, and as soon as he entered the second gate, he heard laughter from the front yard, and Murong Mian's face seemed to be brightened.

Hao Pingguan immediately sold tricks: "Lord Wang, the princess is here." ”

Murong Mian snorted, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward slowly with his steps, seeing that the sky was coming, it was not unusual to come.

From the Moon Cave Gate, I turned to the verandah, and saw Bai Qianfan under the grape trellis, tiptoeing around, "Hey, it's really a lot, it's all fine fruits, and in autumn, it should be a bumper harvest." ”

Murong Mian walked behind her, reached out and knocked on her head, "So greedy, can't wait for the fine fruit just to bear?" ”

Bai Qianfan was very happy to see that it was him, and said with a smile, "The prince is back, I have something for you." ”

Murong Mian looked very indifferent, hanging his two hands, "What good things can you give me?" ”

"It's not good, it's also my heart." Bai Qianfan took out a purse from his sleeve, "I rushed out in the past two days, don't dislike it, prince." ”

Murong Mian's heart jumped, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend, and his heart rolled twice in the honey pot, sweet, but his face was still tense, frowning and trying to provoke, "This is what you embroidered?" ”

"Well, does the prince like it?"

Murong Mian took it in his hand and looked left and right, embroidered a few red plums, the embroidery was better than before, at least the thread feet were smooth, there were no messy threads, but the pattern made him a little dissatisfied. The mandarin duck embroidered for Jia Tong and the Lian embroidered for Du Changfeng, how did they get to him and become plum blossoms, what does it mean? Do you want him to work hard, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold? He is the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, and if he goes up, he will have to be the emperor, which is a big rebellion, and he can't even think about it. But the little girl was looking forward to him, which made him very happy.

It's good to give him, look at it carefully, it's really good, first of all, the color is beautiful, bright red, goose yellow, crimson, simple and smooth, and the embroidery is smooth, better than Du Changfeng's, the little girl is not not embroidered for him, but wants to practice his hands and then embroider for him.

Realizing this, Murong Mian's heart became happier and happier, and his voice when he spoke to her was much softer, "It's just June, and the local grapes are not ripe yet, but Tubo will pay tribute to some grapes in the near future, and I'll get some for you to taste at that time." ”

"I heard that the grapes of Tibet are the most famous, and there is a kind called horse*, which is round and long, green and white, and has frost on the top, but it is sweet."

"Have you eaten?"

"How can I have that blessing, I have sent some to the Baixiang Mansion by the concubine Niangniang, I saw it." Bai Qianfan gestured with her hand, "Such a big one, I heard that it looks like a horse*," she turned her fingers upside down and pinched Dingrui, "Lord Wang, is the horse* shaped like this?" ”

Murong Mian looked at her gesture, and somehow, suddenly remembered the green little fruit on her chest, and her face turned red.

Bai Qianfan didn't wait to answer, looked up, and exclaimed: "Lord Wang, what's wrong with you, why is your face red like this, are you feverish?" ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to probe his forehead, but was avoided by Murong Mian, and said in a rough voice, "It's nothing, it's too hot." ”

"Then you go take a bath," Bai Qianfan stood under the shelf and looked up and exhaled, blowing the flowing sea in front of his forehead, with a playful little appearance.

Murong Mian was stunned for a while, a little sluggish, why is she so cute in everything she does......

"Lord Wang, what are you watching me do?"

“…… I'm thinking......" he looked at the trellis, "how about setting up a swing here?" ”

"That's great, in the evening, sitting here swinging, and you can take advantage of the coolness, killing two birds with one stone."

Murong Mian called Hao Pingguan over in a loud voice, and told him to ask someone to set up a swing under the grape trellis. Just as he was about to step aside, he heard Murong Mian say, "Dress firmly, in case you let the princess fall, you will wait for your ass to bloom." ”

Hao Ping bowed his body, "The slave must make people pretend to be strong, the prince can rest assured, he will definitely not be able to fall the princess." ”

"Well," Murong Mian thought for a moment, and then said, "Make it pretty, the little girl likes flowers and grass, find someone to draw a picture, and show it to the princess first." ”

"Yes."

Bai Qianfan didn't want to go on the side, "Lord Wang, don't make it too complicated, it's just a swing, you have to prepare all the things, I can get them myself." ”

Murong Mian's heart moved, and he waved his hand to Hao Pingguan, "You go down first, and I'll ponder it later." "Since Bai Qianfan embroidered a purse for him with his own hands, would she be very moved if he installed a swing for the little girl with his own hands?

I had an idea in my heart, although it had not yet been implemented, but the happiness could not be concealed, when Hao Pingguan retreated, he saw Murong Mian's expression, and muttered in his heart: What is wrong with the prince? The corners of his mouth twitched as if he was about to have a stroke.

Bai Qianfan went back to the backyard after lunch, and every time he arrived at this time, Murong Mian was a little stunned, and chased his eyes out, watching her and Yahuan disappear by the door of the moon cave, before he withdrew his gaze and prepared to take a nap.

Back in the house, he took out the purse that Bai Qianfan gave him, grinded it carefully, looked at it fixedly, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, hung it on his waist, bowed his head and was happy, how to look at it, he was happy, hey, look at this embroidery, it's really good, look at this color, it matches it so well, look at this material, the choice is not bad, look at this style, I don't have to say, he muttered in his heart, suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, and suddenly panicked, grabbed the purse in his hand, and didn't know where to hide it.

Lu He came in with tea, and saw him standing in a daze, a little strange, "Master, what's wrong with you, you don't look like you're going to give up, and you have dropped something?" ”

Murong Mian put his hands behind his back, "You go out, you don't need to wait here." ”

Green Lotus sighed, put the teacup on the table, looked at him suspiciously, and turned to go out.

Murong Mian took out his purse, his purse was embroidered with green lotus, the embroidery was naturally first-class, not worse than that of the palace, and the style was also noble and magnificent, he carefully put the one sent by Bai Qianfan inside, so as not to let people see it. He is a prince at the bottom, and it is not like to go out to take a purse that does not flow into the stream.

When I was sleeping, I stuffed my purse under my pillow, and from time to time I took it out to look at it, and stuffed a little silver and bills into it, so that my purse bulged. This is the first time Bai Qianfan has sent something to him, and he is so excited, but he can't tell others about this excitement, so he feels a little uncomfortable.

Tossing and turning, I can't sleep. Just sit up, take out the small purse, pour out the contents of it, fold it into small squares, and hold it in the palm of your hand. A restless heart can be regarded as calming down, and slowly falling asleep.