The prince is too bad, the princess is too strange

"My servant has seen the prince." Qiaoling and Xiangsui saluted Feng Lince together.

"En." Feng Lince nodded in response, then glanced at the "little bun" beside him, and asked lightly, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Go back to father, Xuan'er is full." "Little Baozi" nodded hurriedly.

Hearing this, Feng Lince raised his head and said to Xiang Sui: "Take the little prince back to rest."

"Yes, my lord." Xiang Sui agreed, and stepped forward to hug "Little Baozi".

"Little Baozi" looked at Feng Lince, then at Zhuo Ye, and then fell into Xiangsui's arms cooperatively.

Although "Little Baozi" felt a little bit reluctant to part with Zhuo Ye so soon, he didn't dare to disobey his father, so he could only pretend to think generously in his heart: "Okay, let's give up 'Little Yezi' first." Father, let's take it for a while, let's think of it as creating an opportunity for father to take down 'Little Yezi'..." Although he didn't quite understand what "take down" meant, Lian Xiao often said that he wanted to take down a certain woman...

Thinking of Lian Xiao, "Little Baozi" suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked Lian Xiao to get a kite yet...

Seeing Xiang Sui going out with the "little bun" in her arms, Feng Lince instructed Qiao Ling again: "Go and get a pot of Chrysanthemum brewing."

Qiaoling was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered her witty nature, and hurriedly said: "Yes, servant girl will go now."

Chrysanthemum stuffing?wine?Zhuo Ye couldn't help shouting in his heart: "No way! Big brother! You said you should leave as soon as you finish eating, why do you still get excited while eating!!"

Qiaoling came back with the wine and two glasses, poured one for Feng Lince, and went to pour another.

"I don't drink, so there's no need to pour it." Zhuo Ye hurriedly stopped Qiaoling from moving.

"You go out first." Feng Lince also said to Qiaoling.

"Yes, the servant will leave." Qiaoling pursed her lips and smiled, turned around and went down.

Feng Lince picked up the jug, and poured wine into the other empty glass himself.

Zhuo Ye looked at Feng Lince's flowing movements, and thought with a full face: "This is not poured for her, is it?" Now she really wants to go forward and grab Feng Lince Qiongyao, yelling One sentence: "Brother, can you always be normal? I'm panicking like this!!"

"Drink with me." Feng Lince pushed the wine glass in front of Zhuo Ye without refusal.

"My lord... I, I don't know how to drink..." Zhuo Ye tried to raise the corner of his mouth, trying to give Feng Lince a smiling face expressing surrender, but that smile was really uglier than crying...

Feng Lince looked at Zhuo Ye with raised eyebrows, and said lightly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Zhuo Ye subconsciously shook his head, then reacted, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "I'm afraid of you! I'm afraid you won't be able to do it, I..."

"Did you go to play chess with Linge today?" Feng Lince asked suddenly.

"Well, yes." Zhuo Ye blinked, and the jumping thinking of a certain prince started again?

"You like playing chess very much?" Feng Lince continued to ask.

"Well, it's okay." Zhuo Ye nodded.

The flash of excitement on her little face did not escape Feng Lince's eyes.

"How did that chess game end?" Feng Lince continued to ask.

"Uh...lost half..."

"You just lost?" Feng Lince was a little surprised. After a moment of silence, he looked at Zhuo Ye, and suddenly there seemed to be something unpredictable. He twitched the corner of his lips and continued to ask: "Want to win?" Is it?"

"It's... not bad..." Zhuo Ye said carefully.

She originally wanted to nod her head and say "yes", but she changed her words temporarily because a bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart, why did she feel that Feng Lince seemed to be playing some kind of trick waiting for her? Woolen cloth……

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PS: Nei Niu Man Mian = tears streaming down his face; Qiong Yao = poor shaking, which refers to shaking someone or something crazily, which has nothing to do with Qiong Yao's grandma. .