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Chapter 90 Alien Emperor, wanton pampering! (eleven)

"Ah."

When Yun Mo was around, Tu Zhimeng didn't need to do anything, just be responsible for eating meat.

When he's not around...

Tu Zhimeng has experienced what it means to be true, hopeless and fundamental!
"Arakiwang! How many times have I told you! Don't take pictures with your phone!"

"Arakiwang! You are a prince! Can you stop grabbing sweets from children?"

"Arakiwang! When you go to court, don't act cute to the emperor and ministers!"

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Tu Zhimeng stood in front of the Hong Mansion, feeling complicated.

Today is the day to return home, and it is also a good time to collect evidence of crimes.

But Yun Mo was not there, only this stupid alien Arakiwang was there.

And Arakiwan didn't know that this body was shared with Yunmo, and when he was unconscious, he just felt that he had slept.

The most important thing is that Yunmo doesn't let Tu Zhimeng tell Arakiwang this fact, asks the reason, but refuses to tell.

Dongzao didn't even know what to ask.

This successfully aroused the curiosity of a mouse.

She turned around and looked at Arakiwang, and secretly complained in her heart: Could it be that if you told him the truth, it would explode on the spot?
"Master Prison, why don't we go in?" Seeing Tu Zhimeng staring at him in a daze, Araki Wang tilted his head and asked with a pout.

After all, the gate of Hong Mansion opened, and it was Hong Rou'er and her maid who were planning to go to the street.

"Miss..." The maid Xiaolan pushed open the door, and saw Tu Zhimeng and Arakiwang standing at the door, slightly surprised, subconsciously called Hong Rou'er.

Hong Rou'er was blocked by Xiaolan and couldn't see anyone outside the door, so she pushed Xiaolan impatiently, her eyebrows raised slightly: "Did you see the devil? Why are you staying there?"

Xiaolan hastily stepped aside, Hong Rou'er first saw Tu Zhimeng in a green dress, and then saw Young Master Pianpian beside her, her eyes paused, and strange ripples appeared in her eyes.

Tu Zhimeng noticed the change in Hong Rou'er, and put her little hand on Arakiwang's arm.

"Second Sister, Ah Meng is back."

Listening to someone's ears has become a proud show off.

Hong Rou'er looked at the young master with straight eyes, she had never seen such a handsome young master.

back door? !
She was stunned, staring at Arakiwan's eyes with a little more consternation.

It was rumored that the seventh prince, Yun Mo, was not only a lunatic, but also so ugly that he had to show others with a mask.

But when she saw her today, she found that those rumors were all false.

That Seventh Prince Yun Mo is a real handsome man.

Especially those peach blossom eyes, which are deep and divine.

Hong Rou'er fell in love with Arakiwang at first sight, and her eyes never moved away from him for half a second from the moment they entered the door until they had lunch at noon.

She began to regret letting Tu Zhimeng marry him instead.

After eating, Tu Zhimeng was called by Hong Zhi to talk, leaving only Araki Wang and Hong Rou'er in the main hall.

"Why did the seventh prince show others with a mask?" Hong Rou'er poured tea for Arakiwang, while putting on an innocent look.

Arakiwan smiled: "This is related to a very old myth."

Hong Rouer blinked and asked, "What myth?"

Arakiwan took a sip of tea, pretending to be profound: "In ancient times, there was a tribe. Before they got married, they often showed people with masks. Only when they got married, during the wedding night in the bridal chamber, the beloved would take off their masks with their own hands. , in order to completely get rid of the fate of the mask."

Hong Rou'er nodded, and put on a look of admiration: "Wow, the Seventh Prince knows a lot."

Araki Wang was very humble on the face, but in fact he was triumphant in his heart.

This is also thanks to the warden.

She had expected that someone would ask this question a long time ago, so she asked herself to recite it many times in advance.

On the other side, Hong Zhi said that he wanted to practice calligraphy and asked Tu Zhimeng to polish it for him.

The girl naturally knew what he was thinking, rubbed the ink with one hand, and gently rolled up her sleeves with the other, revealing her slender and tender arms.

Seeing that speck of cinnabar, Hong Zhi frowned.

If that cinnabar is not there...

The imperial physicians had already arranged to wait in the backyard. Once the girl had a different heart, Hong Zhi would say that the girl died of a sudden old illness.

"Ameng, are you still used to living in the Seventh Prince's Mansion?" He wrote the word 'crazy' on the paper while talking.

The girl smiled and raised her eyes, her eyes were bright and without any impurities: "Thank you for your concern, brother. Ah Meng is quite used to living here, but when I miss my brother, I can't follow behind him like before."

Hong Zhi listened to the words, his eyes lighted up without any fluctuation: "Then how is the Seventh Prince treating you?"

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