The Ninth Princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 1932 What kind of wife did he marry?

Chapter 1932 What kind of wife did he marry?
Chapter 1935 What kind of wife did he marry?
Chu Dongling didn't say a word. After dismounting, he walked towards the backyard.

He knew where the girl was.

I heard that the newly built design studio in the backyard has now become a place for her to play. People stay in it every day. When she is happy, she doesn't even want to eat.

No one else is allowed in, even Dingdang is locked outside and is not allowed to peek.

As the housekeeper introduced him all the way, Chu Dongling's eyebrows gradually frowned.

When I said don't force her, I really didn't want to force her.

But maybe even he didn't expect that he would go out for three days and not come back. When he came back, she really wasn't willing to force herself at all.

It’s okay if you don’t come to greet me. Why don’t you come to meet me?

What kind of woman did you marry?
Although the housekeeper couldn't see Prince Ling's expression, he could feel the coldness all over him.

The butler said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Princess... The Princess may have just forgotten for a moment... But Your Majesty, my subordinates notified the Princess long ago, and they have not forgotten!"

It’s okay for the princess to be punished, but don’t bring trouble to everyone!
Before I could walk into the backyard, suddenly, there was a bang from the backyard.

The housekeeper frowned and his head felt dizzy.

"My lord, the princess..."

Chu Dongling originally wanted to speed up the pace, but took it back.

After that, he turned around and walked to his bedroom.

The housekeeper didn't know what the prince meant.

Looking at Nie Qingwu, Nie Wuqing could only shrug. Who can see through the prince?

That day, after Chu Dongling went back to his room to take a bath and change clothes, he never came out again.

When Nie Qingqing was reporting the situation to him at night, there was another bang in the backyard.

Prince Ling's brows furrowed, and he actually raised his hand, put his long fingers on his temples, and rubbed them.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Nie Qingqing would never have believed that the prince had such a headache.I wonder who in this world can give the prince a headache?
If you are not happy, you will either cut it off or just ignore it.

But their princess cannot be chopped or killed.

Although I can't see it, but...boom——

"Um," Nie Qingwu couldn't help but rub his eyebrows, "Would the prince want to... stop it?"

Although their palace is really not short of money, she can let her destroy things at will.

But, it doesn’t matter if you ruin something. It’s so terrible every time. If it hurts someone, it’s not a good thing, right?

"I wonder if the princess will be injured..."

Chu Dongling suddenly stood up, walked out of the door and walked towards the backyard without saying a word.

In the distance, you can still hear Dingdang's almost desperate call: "Princess, don't do this thing again, it's so scary!"

The figure coming and going in the smoke seemed to have no intention of stopping at all.

She was still not satisfied with the force of the explosion.

However, the backyard is riddled with holes, and there doesn’t seem to be much good space left.

"Oh my God, can I go to the back mountain?"

She wiped the ashes from her face and ran to ask Tian Jing who was hiding far away.

Tian Jing's face was expressionless: "No, the prince only allows you to play in the backyard."

"I'm not playing!" Long Qian was so anxious that he stamped his feet!
He actually said she was playing!
"Do you understand that once my grenade is successfully developed, it can help your prince eliminate the enemy?"

Nie Qingqing glanced at the small holes blown out on the ground and almost rolled his eyes at her:
"Princess, this so-called grenade is not as powerful as a knife in our brother's hand, so what's the use of it?"

(End of this chapter)

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