"Several princes in the palace are often frolicking like this, let's go, don't look at it, if we sweep the prince's Yaxing, we will be miserable." Cui'er withdrew her gaze and pulled her forward.

Frolic?

This is clearly bullying.

"Say it quickly." The one that Sang Rong laughed at was called a smug.

The entourage that surrounded the boy kept pushing and shoving him.

"If you can't say it, then you will get under my boast, and you will hold him down." Sanei stepped open his thighs.

The little entourage only dared to push, where did he dare to really do it, no matter how bad he was, he was also a prince.

"What? If you don't listen to this prince, this prince will cut off your heads. Sang Ei was annoyed.

The attendants were frightened when they heard this, and they all raised their hands to reach out to hold the boy.

"Then you say, whether the flower is pink or red."

The childish voice sounded, and there was a flower in front of Sang Rong, and he shook back again and again, almost not sitting on the ground.

The people in the garden were stunned and turned their heads to look at the visitors.

Ye Qianning stood still, pinched the iris with his little hand, shook it at Sang Rong and asked again: "Do you say this is red or pink." ”

Hearing the voice again, Sang Rong reacted, turned his head to see that the flowers in his hands were gone, and then stared at her viciously: "Who are you?" ”

"My surname is Lu, and my name is not even."

"This prince doesn't care what your surname is, the dead fat man dares to take care of the prince's affairs, and he is impatient." Sang Rong took a few steps forward and raised his foot and kicked towards Ye Qianning.

On the side of Ye Qianning's chubby body, Sang Rong kicked in the air, and threw himself forward by inertia, choking a few times or falling face to the ground.

"Master."

The attendant exclaimed in surprise and hurried to help people.

Sang Rong gnawed a mouthful of mud, was helped up and spit out a few mouthfuls, completely annoyed: "Arrest her, this prince will ...... her cane"

"Purple."

An elegant and bright voice interrupted Sang Ei's words.

Sang Rong went from annoyance to surprise, looked at Sang Zhi in disbelief, and his tone was shocked: "You...... What did you say? ”

Sang Zhi's gaze fell on the iris in Ye Qianning's hand.

Ye Qianning saw the boy's appearance clearly, Rao had seen all kinds of beautiful men before, and she was still shocked at this time, the boy was not beautiful.

She thought that the little county lord of Nanxiang was already very beautiful, but she didn't expect that compared with the boy in front of her, Nanxiang was only cute.

The boy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes are like stars, his skin is like condensation, and his breath is like a blue orchid, no wonder he feels that his back is very thin.

"Purple." Sangzhi spoke again.

The crisp voice is childish.

"You...... You ......" Sang Ei pointed at him with trembling fingers, stumbling.

"Brother Qi, am I right?" Sang Zhi asked.

Sang Rong was angry and shocked, he ...... How are the eyes better?

"You...... Wait for the king! ”

Sang Rong was frightened, dropped these words, and ran away in a gloomy manner.

"A pair of eyes can scare people like this, it's really cowardly!" Ye Qianning snorted, turned his head to look at Sang Zhi, and felt strange in his heart, didn't he say that he didn't distinguish colors?

Sang Zhi looked at Ye Qianning.

Ye Qianning looked at him suspiciously, his eyes were facing each other, one pair of eyes were puzzled and amazing, and the other pair of eyes were indifferent, young and old.

"Now, I've got you." Ye Qianning raised his hand and handed him the flowers.

Sang Zhi's delicate little face was extremely serious, and he was stunned for a moment when he held his little hands behind his back.

Ye Qianning saw that he didn't pick it up, so he sent the flowers forward again.

"Thank you."

After hesitating for a few moments, Sang Zhi reached out and took the flowers.