Chapter Twenty-Eight: Send Away the Trouble

"Uh...... Ahem. Murong Zhi found Ling Mochen looking at him, and sat down blushing unconsciously. Ling Mochen also realized that he was rude, but Murong Zhi's blushing appearance had never been seen before, and it was quite cute, so he pretended to be calm and secretly glanced at it a few times. Murong Zhi originally just felt embarrassed to be looked at like this by a person, but after being reminded, Ling Mochen didn't know how to restrain himself, and he actually wanted to see the old lady's embarrassed appearance, this ancient man was also bold. Thinking of this, Murong Zhi clasped her hands on her chest and asked, "Hey, what are you looking at, I haven't seen a beautiful woman." Murong Zhi glanced at Ling Mochen fiercely, then looked away, but said silently in her heart: It's good to be yourself, don't care about other people's eyes, don't care about other people's eyes, don't care about other people's eyes, don't care...... Ling Mochen looked at Murong Zhi's appearance, and although he looked away, the corners of his mouth showed his good mood. Therefore, when Ling Yi returned to the pavilion with tea, he saw Murong Zhi and Ling Mochen both looking at the lake without saying a word. There's nothing unusual about this lake, and there's nothing to look at...... Thinking about it, I arrived in the middle of the pavilion -

"Lord, Miss, the tea has arrived."

"Great, thank you!" Murong Zhi was already very thirsty, and he felt that the water in his body had evaporated just now, so he wanted to directly pick up the teapot and pour it directly, but when he thought of an outsider, he picked up the cup and started drinking.

"Drink slowly, no one will rob you, don't choke." Murong Zhi, who was only thinking about water, naturally didn't notice the doting and helplessness in Ling Mochen's tone, and at this time, Ling Yi was completely immersed in Murong Zhi's "thank you", no one had ever said thank you to him for a little thing, let alone these natural nobles. When Murong Zhi was about to drink the nth cup of tea, Ling Mochen held Murong Zhi's hand and smiled, "This king will pour a cup." Murong Zhi had no choice but to take back his hand and look at Ling Mochen. After Ling Mochen poured the tea, he handed the tea to Murong Zhi and approached Murong Zhi and said softly: "Don't go around anymore, it's not the first time this king has come to the General's Mansion, you know." Murong Zhi was stunned for a moment, and sneered: "I didn't show you specifically." With that, he looked at Ling Yi. Ling Mochen also followed Murong Zhi's gaze and looked at Ling Yi, this complaining look made Ling Yi messy in the wind: What did I do again? Why do you feel a wind blowing? Delusional delusion, it's an illusion, but—

"Ling Yi, do you still want to see this general's mansion again?" The chill in Ling Mochen's eyes made Ling Yi shake his head involuntarily.

"Okay, it just so happens that Miss Ben is also tired, so forget it if you don't want to see it." The interaction between the master and servant Murong Zhi naturally saw it in his eyes, and he was really still a prince!

"Hey, butler, what's the matter?" Murong Zhi was just lying on the table and wanted to rest, when he saw the housekeeper coming.

"See the Three Princes." After the housekeeper saluted Ling Mochen, he said to Murong Zhi, "Miss, the master is back, and now he is resting in the front hall?" ”

"Huh? Daddy got down so early today? "Murong Zhi still wants to take a good rest.

"Miss, the master is almost the early dynasty at this time, right?"

"Well, let's go, then let's go see Dad." That's right, I used to have nothing to do in the house, so I naturally felt that time passed slowly, but today is different.

The housekeeper walked in front and led the way, Ling Mochen deliberately slowed down, and Murong Zhi had no choice but to take this guest, and after opening a distance from the housekeeper, Ling Mochen approached Murong Zhi and smiled in his ear: "Do you feel that time flies very fast with this king?" Murong Zhi rolled her eyes: Narcissist! But in Ling Mochen's eyes, Murong Zhi was shy, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. Ay! Ling Mochen, Ling Mochen, you are incurable.

When approaching the front hall, Murong Jin saw Ling Mochen and Murong Zhi walking together, and his brows couldn't help frowning: I heard that these three princes came to my mansion in the early court, and they were actually with Zhi'er. No matter what he thought in his heart, he quickly returned to a smile on his face: "The third prince is coming, and the old man is not welcome, don't blame it!" ”

"Where did the general speak, it was the king who bothered him." Ling Mochen hurriedly helped Murong Jin up.

"I don't know if the third prince is coming?"

"There are indeed some things to discuss with you." Ling Mochen thought for a moment.

"Okay, then bother the three princes to move to the back hall." After Murong Jin made a gesture of invitation to Ling Mochen, he said to Murong Zhi: "Zhi'er, you go back and rest first, there is something to do for your father, and I will dine with you later." ”

"Okay, then I'll go first." Murong Zhi's face was not obvious, but her heart was happy: she finally sent away the troublesome essence, and the old lady could go back to rest.