"Brother Mingxuan, here, come here." The tenth princess's eyes lit up, and she stood up and shouted happily.

Ye Qianmo looked in the direction of her beckoning, and saw that the person who came was dressed in light green satin, his black hair was also tied in a cyan ribbon, and a piece of purple mutton fat jade was hanging around his waist, and the colors flowed between walking. The eyebrows are long into the sideburns, the slender and gentle eyes, the high nose bridge, the fair skin, what a gentle and elegant man, looking at him, you seem to be facing a pool.

Ye Qianmo's heart moved, such a person is the easiest to win the favor of others, and it is also the least easy to get close to. His eyes are always gentle and attentive, which makes people involuntarily want to be close, and when you walk in, you will find that he is gentle but detached.

"Xiaoxue, don't be too noisy, the emperor is coming soon." Jing Yixuan touched her head and said with a smile.

Murong Zixue waited until Jing Yixuan came to his side, only then did she remember that she seemed to have forgotten the Third Emperor Brother, stuck out her tongue, and pulled Ye Qianmo, "Third Emperor Brother, this is Qianmo, General Ye's eldest daughter." ”

Ye Qianmo retracted her gaze at Jing Yixuan, looked at the man standing beside her, and couldn't help but secretly praise the excellent genes of the royal family in her heart, the man was dressed in a dark robe, as if the facial features carved from marble were sharp and angular, the facial features were handsome but not rough, the eyes were sharp and profound, giving people a sense of oppression, and he was not a simple character, he sighed in his heart, it was right to think about it, it was produced by the royal family, how could it be simple? The tenth princess Murong Zixue, who said that she wanted to cover herself, was probably the only wonder.

Ye Qianmo cheered up and said, "See the third prince, Hou Ye." ”

"Where were you yesterday?" Murong Hao didn't let her get up, looked at the red dress and was silent for a while, then suddenly asked.

Ye Qianmo was not impatient, just bent over for a while, but when she heard his question, she was shocked, when did the dignified son have time to care about other people's affairs,

"Answer me,"

"Yesterday, I went to King Xuan's Mansion with my brother."

"Carriage!?"

"Yes." "You're honest," the voice above his head sneered.

She won't make up nonsense stupidly, as long as she investigates this matter, it will come to light. "I didn't do anything illegal." sighed lowly, I don't know when I provoked such a person, or my own little facial paralysis is cute.

Murong Zixue saw Murong Hao's cold face, and she began to panic in her heart. Although she usually hides as far away as she sees him like this, she sees Ye Qianmo's aggrieved appearance (Ye Qianmo: Where am I wronged?). Look clearly, that's calm), or pulled Jing Yixuan's sleeve.

"Miss Ye, we encountered an interesting thing yesterday, Hao is curious to ask, and I hope Miss Ye doesn't mind." Jing Yixuan smiled and spoke. She was the woman of that day, and as soon as he walked in, he found an inquiring gaze, but it was not annoying, and he was faintly happy at that time. He couldn't help but feel funny, he actually cared about a girl's evaluation of himself, not to mention that this girl was the first time he had seen him.

"Of course." Of course I don't mind, she can still answer like this, Ye Qianmo said, this person is even more annoying, and she has no way to refute it.

"You like to bend over?" After saying this, the corners of Murong Hao's mouth rose, and he walked directly to his seat, a smile flashed in his eyes that no one noticed.

Jing Yixuan rolled his eyes when he saw Ye Qianmo straighten up, smiled, raised his hand, and didn't realize anything until he was about to touch her face, patted her head instead, and left with a smile.

Ye Qianmo waited until the two gods left, touched the head that had been patted by Jing Yixuan, and sighed, messed up, are we very familiar?

"Why did Brother Mingxuan pat you on the head?" Murong Zixue stared straight at Ye Qianmo with big eyes, and asked angrily.

"We don't know each other!"

"I know you don't know each other, so he'll pat you on the head"

"Who knows what your brother Mingxuan is crazy about, maybe he has lost his brain."

"Brother Mingxuan is not a madman," Murong Zixue accused with tears in her eyes.

Sighing, holding her forehead, Ye Qianmo grabbed her appointively. "My little ancestor, don't cry, can't I be a madman?"

Listening to the two of them, the corners of Murong Hao's mouth curled even more, and he repeatedly chewed on the name Ye Qianmo in his heart, Ye Qianmo, General Ye's eldest daughter, King Xuan's granddaughter, and the county lord who was personally crowned by her father when she was five years old.