Nanfeng Ling had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery of the pear orchard, walked a hundred meters along the water corridor, and saw Xiao Zhan sitting leisurely under the water corridor making tea.

He sat down in front of the desk, carefully considering the movements of his hands over and over again.

Nan Fengling walked over quickly and sat down in front of him, "The second prince came to me, I don't know what happened?" ”

Xiao Zhan picked up a cup of tea and put it in front of her, "Do I have something to do before I can find the princess?" ”

"Not necessarily, but you and I have special identities, so it's better to be rare on weekdays, and save land to cause trouble for Xiao Ying."

"The princess is nervous, the prince."

"He's my future husband, of course I'm nervous."

Xiao Zhan chuckled when he heard this, "I heard that the princess was snatched by him." ”

The word robbery is overly vivid.

It seems that Xiao Ying is some kind of bandit.

"If this princess is unwilling, he just wants to rob it, but he can't grab it."

"It turns out that the princess is willing to make peace."

"Voluntary, of course." After speaking, Nan Fengling picked up the teacup in front of him, drank it all, put down the teacup and said arrogantly, "Another bowl." ”

Xiao Zhan smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, picked up the purple gauze pot on the table, and poured another cup for her.

"Why would the princess want to follow him?"

"What are you doing so much for the second prince? Do you want to frame him? ”

"The princess is worried, I'm just curious."

"Because he's good-looking, he's good to me."

These two reasons, no matter how they sound, seem to be made up casually.

"It's good-looking, good for you?"

Nan Fengling nodded sincerely, "There is probably one more point, he is good-looking." ”

"It turned out that it was because he was good-looking."

"If the second prince wants to know about Xiao Ying in the future, he can ask him directly."

"He doesn't want to talk to me."

"But the second prince doesn't want to deal with him."

Nan Fengling's straightforwardness was unexpected.

Xiao Zhan smiled and continued, "The princess and I don't know each other, why did you agree to the invitation? Aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation? ”

"I'm also idle in Jinmoju, and I came to meet me, but I just want to know what tricks the second prince wants to play."

"The princess is nervous, but she is so wary of me."

"In the Huanyue Kingdom, I only believe in Xiao Ying."

Nan Fengling put away the innocence on his face and said to the man in front of him word by word.

Xiao Zhan was slightly stunned, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, "The princess really doesn't remember me." ”

"Remember you? Why should I remember you? ”

"Your carriage was stopped that day, and I was entangled by the villain, and it was the princess who rescued me."

"The thief that day was actually the second prince?"

"I didn't steal a woman's purse."

"The second prince didn't steal the woman's money bag, after all, the material for a piece of clothing on your body is enough for that woman to eat for a lifetime."

"Thank you, princess, for helping me out that day."

"Thank you so much, I didn't have to, after all, I wasn't here to help you that day, I just wanted the carriage to pass."

"The princess said it so clearly, but I'm afraid that Xiao Ying will misunderstand?"

"I'm afraid!" Nanfeng Ling stood up in response, "So I'd better go, lest he misunderstand." ”

After saying that, she turned around and left, and walked out of the pear orchard generously.

When it came to meeting Xiao Zhan today, Nan Fengling didn't plan to hide it, she even wanted everyone in the palace to know about it.

Because only when it spreads, it will not let people take advantage of it.

As the crown prince, Xiao Ying has a lot of things to deal with every day.

It was difficult for Nan Fengling to see him every day.

That night, Nanfeng Ling sat in front of the cloister outside the wing room in all kinds of boredom, leaning against the fence to look at the stars.

She held the preserved fruit in her hand and ate one for a while.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

"South Wind Spirit."

A soft call broke the silence.

Nanfeng Ling looked up and saw Xiao Ying walking towards him.

"Your Highness hasn't rested so late?"

She hadn't seen him for three days.

Xiao Ying walked quickly to her side, maintaining the same posture as her, looking up at the night in a daze.

"Eat?" Nanfeng Ling handed over the preserved fruit in his hand.

Xiao Ying glanced at it and reached out to take a piece.

"You went to see Xiao Zhan today?"

He could fall asleep with a pillow when he was tired, but he still had the strength to come and ask this question.

Nan Fengling chuckled and replied, "I have something to ask him. ”

"What's the matter that you can't ask me?"

"What I want to know, you can't answer, and you don't have time."

"If I can't answer, he can?"

Xiao Ying let out a low roar, startling the preserved fruit in Nanfeng Ling's hand.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nanfeng Ling, in fact, you have never had me in your heart, you just came to Huanyue Country with me to forget Fu Jingxing, right?" Xiao Ying threw away the preserved fruit in his hand and stepped forward to clasp Nan Fengling's shoulders.

Nan Fengling was hurt by his grip on the ground, frowned and said, "Xiao Ying, you hurt me." ”

Looking at Shang Nanfeng's incomprehensible eyes, Xiao Ying let go of his hands, staggered back a few steps, and said softly, "I'm sorry." ”

As he spoke, he turned and left.

Nanfeng Ling shouted to him, "Xiao Ying." ”

Xiao Ying stopped when he heard the sound, and Nan Fengling stepped forward a few steps forward to take his hand and stuffed something into his hand.

"Didn't you say I couldn't embroider purses? I embroidered. ”

Xiao Ying picked up the purse in his hand and glanced at it, then turned around and said, "I treated you like this, and you still gave me a purse?" ”

He didn't know how happy he was, but he didn't show it.

"If you don't want it, you can pay me back." Nanfeng Ling reached out and grabbed it.

Xiao Ying quickly put away the purse, took it in his hand, and took Nanfeng Ling into his arms.

Nanfeng Ling didn't expect him to make this move, and after struggling a few times, he heard him say.

"Let me hold it for a while, just hold it for a while."

His voice was small, a little cautious.

Nan Fengling finally gave up the struggle and let him hold it.

In fact, she knew why Xiao Ying was so angry, because he was afraid of losing.

After all, there are no trustworthy people around him anymore.

"Actually, I met Xiao Zhan alone, just to see what tricks he wanted to play."

"I'm not angry with you for going to see him, I'm angry at you for hiding it from me, he has always been at odds with me, in case he does something to hurt you."

"He doesn't dare, because I'm your man." Nan Fengling's last words extinguished the anger in Xiao Ying's heart.

"What did you just say?"

"I said he wouldn't dare."

"The latter sentence."

"I'm your man."

As soon as Nanfeng Ling finished speaking, Xiao Ying held her little face with both hands and kissed her directly.

His lips were cold.

Nan Fengling was only stunned for a moment, but did not push him away.

After all, sooner or later, you have to have a skin-to-skin relationship with him.

The evening breeze gently ruffled the ends of her hair.

Early the next morning.

Nan Fengling opened the door and was about to stretch, but was frightened by the person standing in front of the door, his legs weakened, and he staggered to hold the door tightly, "Qing'er, early in the morning, you want to scare me to death?" ”

Xiao Qing turned around when she heard the voice, walked quickly in front of her, looked at her for a while, and then said expressionlessly, "Brother Prince, I went to look for flowers and ask for willows yesterday." ”

She said seriously, and Nanfeng Ling snorted and laughed, "Who did you listen to?" ”

"I listened to Pei Feng."

"Isn't it normal for a man to look for flowers and ask willows?"

Nanfeng Ling's anyway was beyond Xiao Qing's expectations.

"Ling'er, aren't you angry?"

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