Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 445

Seeing Shen Jingshu's movements and expressions, Murong Di knew that the contents in the purple clay jar belonged to her.

Even though she has changed into a woman's attire and even her appearance has changed, Murong Di recognized at a glance that she is the savior who saved him last time, and she is also the letter of silence that his father just sealed as princess.

Murong Di stood up resentfully, but his eyes kept drifting to the purple clay pot in her arms.

"What's in that jar of yours, spices? How come this king has never smelled such a pleasant aroma?"

She looked down at Murong Di condescendingly, her brows slightly raised.

"It has nothing to do with His Royal Highness Qian."

Murong Di pouted immediately, "It's fine if you don't want to say it, is this king still lacking something good? I haven't seen any good things before."

Shen Jingshu snorted lightly.

This little kid is still so stinky and arrogant.

She didn't have time to talk to him, a spoiled child.

Picking up the lid and covering the jar to cover up the aroma of passion cardamom, Shen Jingshu then placed the purple sand jar on the top of the closet, out of the reach of little brats.

Then she went back to the cradle, teasing little Xiner.

Murongdi's eyes followed her all the time, until she put the sand jar on the top of the cabinet, her eyeballs seemed to be glued to the top of the cabinet.

Murong Li naturally saw the interaction between the two, took a sip of tea slowly, and said, "Why is Thirteenth Brother here?"

"Oh, I haven't seen Brother Seven for quite a while, so I came here specially to meet Brother Seven."

Murong Di flipped up his robe and sat down beside Murong Li. Although he was young, he had begun to show the air of a prince in his movements, but occasionally his eyes could not help but drift to the jar.

"Also, didn't Seventh Brother give me a sword earlier? The master who taught me how to practice swords in the palace is too bad at swordsmanship. I want Seventh Brother to teach me a few moves alone."

Murong Li didn't appreciate Murong Di's closeness.

"Since father has invited a master for you, you should learn from your master well. Half-heartedness is the most forbidden thing about martial arts."

"Learn a few tricks from this master today, and learn a few tricks from that master tomorrow. It won't make a big difference."

"But that master is really terrible, I'm afraid it's not as good as Brother Seven." Murong Di pouted.

"Anyway, the border is peaceful these days, Brother Seven will not leave the capital for the time being, why don't I dismiss that master tomorrow, and Brother Seven will teach me swordsmanship from now on."

"I won't teach you." Murong Li refused directly.

"Why?" Murong Di was dissatisfied, he gave Shen Jingshu a sideways look, with deep disgust and disgust in his eyes.

"Is it because you want to accompany her, so you don't have time to teach me swordsmanship? What's so good about her?"

"It's not good-looking, and it's not gentle. There are a lot of women who are better than her in Handan City. Why do you want to guard her?"

Shen Jingshu, who was rocking the cradle, froze, and a string of black lines floated across his forehead.

Is this brat despising her?
Is she that bad?

And why did he despise her?

The real disgust is him, okay?
She looks a little cute, but her bad temper and bad mouth really make people not like her at all, and she can't compare with Xiao Chi'er at all.

Thinking of this, Shen Jingshu realized that she really missed Shen Tuchi a little.

Counting it, it has been almost two months since she left the northern border, and what she said when she said goodbye would write to Shen Tuchi, and she kept forgetting because of chores after she came back.

(End of this chapter)