Stunning beauty forced to marry a stupid husband: black-bellied prince please accept

Any other woman would happily accept any gift from him, but she didn't know what to do and dared to refuse.

"Your Highness, the slaves also want to make money to support themselves. If they don't make money, who will the slaves rely on to support themselves?"

"This king will support you." He said a few words lightly.

Mu Lingyue coughed again, and after a while, she swallowed and said, "I still think it's better to be self-reliant."

He snorted softly, "Contradictory woman." [

Mu Lingyue smiled sheepishly, rolled her eyes twice, and changed the subject, "Look, Your Highness, the moon is so round tonight."

Lan Qingyue glanced at it lightly, and said expressionlessly, "Today is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Isn't the moon round and flat?"

Mu Lingyue rubbed her nose, "What this servant means is that the moonlight is beautiful tonight, so we should have a good time with wine, and this servant is not feeling well, so I can't drink with His Highness, but... there happens to be a jug of wine in this prize. Pour a cup for His Highness, okay?"

Lan Qingyue didn't say yes, nor did she say no, Mu Lingyue took it for granted.

She took out the wine jug and wine glass from the basket with a smile, poured a full glass and handed it to him, "This slave girl wishes His Highness to always be so good-looking, to be loved by everyone, to see flowers bloom when flowers bloom, and when cars see you." The car blew out..."

Lan Qingyue paused, with a smile on her face, "Sweet talk."

It seems that her sweet talk is still useful, and he seems to be very useful.

The wine glass in his hand was taken by him, he drank it in one gulp, frowned, put down the wine glass, with a look of disgust on his face, "This is too bad to drink."

Of course this wine can't be compared with the fine wine in his palace, he has always used the best, this common people's stuff, of course he can't catch his old man's eyes.

Fortunately, he gave himself enough face, even though the wine was bad, he drank it all.

Mu Lingyue rummaged through the basket and took out the mooncakes.

Eating mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival is actually for the occasion, and the sweet food she dislikes the most is mooncakes.

It must be that the taste of the wine was really not good, which made Lan Qingyue resist the moon cake. Before she told him to eat it, he took the initiative to speak firmly, "My king won't eat it!" this."

Mu Lingyue pulled off a small piece, "Your Highness, you can just eat a little, just a little..."

He looked at it in disgust, shaking his head.

"How about this, Your Highness will only eat a small piece, and when I go back later, my servant will make some for you."

Why did she feel that her tone and words sounded like she was coaxing a child.

And Lan Qingyue behaved like an awkward child.

Listening to her saying that she would go back and make mooncakes for him in person, he frowned and took a piece of dry mooncake from Mu Lingyue with a very reluctant expression. He just took a small bite and swallowed it without chewing. Go down, and he throws the rest on the table. [

Really picky, Mu Lingyue pursed her lips, and ate the mooncake in her hand in small bites.

The taste of this mooncake is not very good, but it is not as bad as imagined.

She took a few bites, but couldn't take it anymore, not because the mooncakes were bad, but because she didn't like to eat them.

She had nothing to do, so she turned out all the things in the basket. The small blue book was a poetry book. She flipped through two chapters casually, her brows frowned, and a puzzled expression appeared on her face. . .