Chapter Thirty-Seven: Losing at the Beginning

At the moment when Murong Zhi opened the curtain, Ling Mochen also happened to see the blue-green beauty, and when Murong Zhi looked at Liuhu and was fascinated, Ling Mochen looked at her in a trance. There are beautiful women in the north, and they are in the city. Then look at the country, and then look at my heart. Not only in the north, if you are a beautiful woman, you will be captivating the country and the city......

"Oops! Miss, come down and see. The three princes are still waiting. Han Yue's worried tone pulled Murong Zhi back from her memories.

Murong Zhi smiled faintly at Han Yue, and then got out of the carriage with her skirt. Looking at the helpless wry smile of his young lady, Xiaoqing was stunned: Seeing the third prince is not like this, right?

As Murong Zhi gradually approached the pleasure boat, Ling Mochen also moved his head. It's just Murong Zhi's wry smile, but it was like a sudden pebble thrown into Ling Mochen's calm heart: Maybe this king shouldn't have forced her to come, right? After all, it's not happy.

"Your Highness, Miss Murong is here." Tsing Yi reminded in a whisper.

"Oh, got it." Ling Mochen cleaned up his emotions, "Tsing Yi, you go to the dining room and get some snacks." ”

After Tsing Yi left, Ling Mochen glanced at the extra Han Yue, and couldn't help frowning, although it was only for a moment, but this did not escape Murong Zhi, who had been staring at Ling Mochen angrily as soon as he entered the shipyard, so-

"Hanyue, you go out and wait for me. I'll talk to the third prince alone. Murong Zhi looked at Ling Mochen provocatively: "Look, look at what kind of moth you want to do."

"Sit down." Looking at the finally clean boathouse, Ling Mochen poured a cup of tea for Murong Zhi, "As soon as you came in, you kept looking at the face of this king, didn't Zhi'er figure it out because of this king's appearance?" ”

"Cut, there are more good-looking boys than you, such as my idol...... Hey, forget it, you don't know. Murong Zhi took a sip of tea and slurped her lips.

"Oh? Idols? This king is really interested in getting to know each other. ”

"Stop, skip this topic." Murong Zhi propped his head with his hands, looked at Ling Mochen and said word by word: "I'm really curious how the third prince could have such a leisurely and elegant attitude and threaten me to come and swim in the lake with you, huh?" ”

"Threat?" Ling Mochen chuckled and said, "What do you say about Zhi'er, this king just thinks that the scenery of Liuhu Lake is good, and he wants to enjoy it with you." ”

Murong Zhi raised his forehead: Hehe, you are OK! "Forgive the little woman for being stupid, I don't know how the three princes are going to enjoy it today." Murong Zhi poured herself another cup of tea: Hey, it's really boring, why haven't the pastries in Tsing Yi come yet!

"Don't you wonder why this king came to you in the first place?" Ling Mochen also added some tea to himself.

"Isn't it to see what kind of chess pieces you're going to use? Is it suitable for your pawn? Murong Zhi looked at Ling Mochen and sneered, "I think I knew it from the beginning, Third Prince, am I right?" ”

"Huh." Ling Mochen sneered: "This king is actually like this in your heart. ”

"Isn't it because of who I am? I don't know what your schemes are, but if you dare to disadvantage my father, I don't think we will have anything to say in the future! Murong Zhi put down the teacup and looked at Ling Mochen and said seriously.

Ling Mochen looked at Murong Zhi's sharp eyes, these eyes have always been lazy, full of aura, and at most they are playful when they are unhappy, but now they can be so sharp, or to themselves. Ling Mochen couldn't help lowering his eyelids, tilting his head to the side, looking at his face reflected in the tea: Could it be that this king was destined to lose at the beginning?