Has the princess petted her husband today?

Chapter 190 Acting like a spoiled child

Before she could take a closer look, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, Zhiqiu and Nongxi looked up at the same time.

Yuan Liyue did not move, she has calmed down now, she can come and go freely in her palace, and only Yuan Xiaoming has not been notified.

Leaning on the bed, Yuan Liyue squinted her eyes, as expected, the next second a bright yellow figure walked around the screen, it was Yuan Xiaoming.

When she saw the extremely leisurely Yuan Liyue, she also had an expression of "as expected" on her face.

Yuan Liyue didn't plan to go out today, so she only wore a thin water green chest-length skirt with a layer of lotus root pink gauze over it.

When she rolled back and forth on the couch, the outer gauze was already wrinkled, and even slipped off her shoulders, and her sideburns were not as neatly combed as before, but were tied loosely with ribbons behind her.

The whole person showed a lazy coquettish attitude.

Yuan Xiaoming couldn't help slowing down, walked over and waved to Zhiqiu and Nongxi who wanted to salute: "There's no need to salute, let's go down."

The two looked at each other, looked at Yuan Liyue, then bowed and retreated.

As soon as Yuan Xiaoming sat down on the side of the couch, Yuan Liyue leaned over, put her head on Yuan Xiaoming's shoulder, and said lazily, "Why is sister here?"

Yuan Xiaoming squeezed the tender meat that was handed to him with a smile on his face, and Yuan Liyue's little face was deformed by the pinch, "Squeak——it hurts!"

Hearing her exaggerated screams, Yuan Xiaoming lost his power in a second, retracted his hands and lowered his eyes and looked at her helplessly, "Why are you screaming? When did you become a mouse?"

Yuan Liyue wrinkled her nose, "If I were a mouse, wouldn't my sister be a big mouse?"

"Hiss—you girl, your skin is itchy, right? If I had known you were so skinny, I should have promised King Fu."

Yuan Liyue was startled when she heard the words, "Fu Wang?"

She hugged Yuan Xiaoming's waist from behind, put her chin on her shoulder, blinked her big eyes and asked, "What's the matter, King Guan Fu?"

Yuan Xiaoming remembered Fu Wang's own son's best tone, and felt furious in his heart, and snorted: "It's not only about Fu Wang's business, but also about your business!"

Yuan Liyue pointed at herself: "Me?"

Yuan Xiaoming held her finger, "Ang, it's you, King Fu proposed to me, and wanted to marry her precious only son to you, and said that he didn't care about status, as long as he could serve by your side."

Yuan Liyue: "??!!"

She immediately regained her energy, and stared: "Just her son? Forget it, it's hard to say who will serve whom if he really gets married!"

After she finished speaking, she came to her senses, pulled Yuan Xiaoming's hand so that her palms were facing upwards, then put her little head on it, blinked and started to act cute, "Sister, you didn't sell me, did you? You said just now that you refused Isn't it? My sister is so nice!"

Yuan Xiaoming watched her start sprinkling sugar endlessly, couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, then looked at her little furry head, couldn't help but licked, "Yeah, I refused, that Yuan Huiyuan Temperament, unless she finds someone to marry, most people can't bear it, let alone marrying you, even if she wants to marry someone else today, I may not agree."

Yuan Liyue pursed her lips and laughed, "It's not that bad, is it?"

Yuan Xiaoming squinted at her, "You don't know if it's bad or not? I refused this matter, but with Yuan Huiyuan's temperament, I'm afraid I won't let it go."

(End of this chapter)