But his mother didn't see him at all, and walked directly in front of him.

Nan Ye stood at the door of the study, instantly aggrieved and helpless, his eyes were red, and his outstretched little hand was taken back.

After a while, I sniffed, suppressed the grievances in my heart, and sat on the threshold to continue waiting for my mother.

Nan Ye looks good, plus he combs two small balls, which is particularly pleasing.

There were maidservants who came to clean, and when they saw him like this, they couldn't help but come and tease him.

"Little doll, how do you recognize Her Royal Highness the princess as your mother?"

Nanye, who was originally very talkative in front of Nanji, didn't know what was wrong.

When it comes to others, it doesn't matter at all.

He sat there, like a Xiaoice eagle, motionless, as if he hadn't heard the maid speak.

The maid glanced at Nan Ye and quipped

"Why don't you speak? Is it a mute? ”

A servant girl spoke beside her

"By the way, this little doll can't be mute, right? He had been in the house for so many days, and he didn't speak, but sat alone.

Eat what you give, and don't eat if you don't. ”

When the words fell, a maid next to her seemed to be interested, and she reached out to hug Nanye.

As a result, as soon as the hand reached over, it was snapped and hit on the back of the hand by a small hand.

The maid was in pain, and withdrew her hand at once.

Nanye's eyes like a shining stone swept over those people, and without saying a word, he stood up and left.

The three maids looked at each other, and someone laughed

"This little doll is really weird."

"But if it were a normal child, would they recognize our Royal Highness the princess as their mother?"

The maid's words were instantly agreed by the others.

They all nodded, feeling that it made sense.

The sun has long since set, the night is coming, and the sky is full of stars.

A cool breeze blew, rolling up bursts of fallen petals, and a fragrance wafted through the courtyard of the princess's mansion.

Nanji walked to Hanji's house.

Hanji seems to have just taken a break to look at the painting that was sent.

So much so that when Nanji walked in, he saw Hanji holding the scroll and just unfolding the painting.

He stood up and was about to put away the painting

"Your Highness the Princess."

Nan Ji glanced at the landscape painting, and she pretended to be casual and walked up to Hanji.

Then, just casually raise your hand.

The slender fingers dyed with bright red impatiens juice nails poked a hole in this landscape painting at once.

Nan Ji looked regretful.

"If Hongu is not careful, this painting will become like this."

Hanji looked at Nanji's face without any remorse, and then looked at the hole in his hand.

His eyebrows moved slightly.

This is not careful, I am afraid that this is for this painting.

He put the painting away and placed it on a round table.

Before he could ask, he saw Nan Ji stretch out his hand and hand over the black booklet in his hand.

"I'll apologize to you."

Nan Ji lifted her chin and motioned for him to take it.

Hanji stretched out his hands and took the booklet.

He whispered

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Nan Ji looked at him, and then at the booklet she gave him.

Her red lips closed one by one

"Aren't you going to open it and see which one you prefer?"

Hearing this, Hanji reached out and opened the booklet, three seconds later.

With a snap, Hanji closed the booklet in an instant.

The strength of closing the album was so great that those who didn't know thought he was going to destroy the album.

(End of chapter)