I'm not good at this green tea princess

Chapter 437 What I'm Curious About
But in this case, it is impossible to say.

Although he was extremely reluctant to let go of the warmth in his palm, Murong Lang still let go of Yue Ran, took a step back, and widened the distance between them.

Yue Ran didn't care, and ran to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree quickly, and started rolling the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Murong Lang said: "If you like, you can directly break the branches. In this way, it should be more convenient to pick."

Yue Ran's eyes widened: "How can it be done? They will bloom next year, and the branches are broken. What should I use to bloom next year?"

As expected of the little girl he likes, she has a kind heart.

Just in the heart of praise, Yueran said: "We must keep these branches, and we can continue to pick them next year when they bloom. My mother said that this is called keeping the green hills, and the firewood is enough!"

A group of slaves couldn't hold back, and some people giggled.

Murong Lang couldn't help laughing, and said pettingly: "That sentence says that if you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood!"

Ran Ran's eyebrows and eyes curved: "So I was wrong! But it's okay, uncle, you smiled, you should smile more, you look better when you smile."

Murong Lang blushed.

The little girl doesn't understand anything, and she just hits a straight ball when she speaks.

But she thinks she looks good-looking, which is...

It's embarrassing to be praised so much at a young age.

It was between embarrassment and joy that Yue Ran said again: "It's almost worse than pretty brother, my brother, shadow brother, Er Zhuang brother, Mian Mian brother!"

Murong Lang kicked the old blood and almost spit it out.

Forget about the first two.

But the last three are serious.

The little girl has bad eyesight.

Oh, the look of a servant girl.

An Yue frowned tightly, very dissatisfied.

The little girl doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, so she doesn't have the slightest sense of propriety when talking to His Highness.

It should be taught a lesson.

However, he turned his eyes and saw that Mingyue was as immobile as a mountain, and suppressed his desire to teach Yueran a lesson.

Forget it, don't care about a child.

He is definitely not afraid of His Highness's punishment, he just has a broad mind.

The maidservant behind Murong Lang stepped forward and said with a smile: "Miss Yueran, this servant is here to help you!"

Yue Ran grinned: "Okay, then lift up your skirt!"

Green shoots? ?
So many people, it's not suitable.

"Hurry up, if you don't stir up my sweet-scented osmanthus, there is no place to put it."

It turned out to be the case.

But even so, there are so many men and women behind this, how embarrassing.

But she spoke by herself. If she didn't want to at this time, wouldn't she be hated by His Highness.

Taking a deep breath, just as she was about to move, An Yue suddenly dodged and stopped in front of her.

With a smile on his face, he pocketed his clothes and made a deep pocket: "Miss Yueran, Lu Ya's clothes are small, you still use mine!"

Okay!

For Yue Ran, it's all the same.

Murong Lang raised his eyebrows, looked at An Yue calmly, then glanced at the reddish green buds on the lowered ears, and licked the corners of his mouth.

Lu Ya was five years older than Dark Moon, so she was actually an old girl.

I really didn't expect that An Yue would be so good.

Yue Ran insisted on coming by herself.

"My mother said that my family has no money, but I can still give people things, and I can make them myself. Such things are more meaningful than buying them."

"Uncle, you are so kind to me, I picked the sweet-scented osmanthus, and I will make sweet-scented osmanthus honey for you later!"

Murong Lang asked softly: "You can still do that, Ran Ran, you are so versatile!"

Ladies of the aristocratic family should know that His Royal Highness is probably vomiting blood when he uses the word "versatile".

They must be female celebrities, play the piano, calligraphy and painting, and dance, so they can barely be worthy of these four words.

It's a pity that his Ran Ran uttered shocking words again.

"I won't!"

Listen, how confident you are.

But when this fell into Murong Lang's ears, it became: This little girl is so stupid, she is really honest.

If this were to be replaced by other ladies of the family, they would never say that.

Miss Shijia: Still vomiting blood, don't cue, thank you!
"I'll take it back and let Xiaolu and Xiaocha teach me how to make it! Don't worry, I promise to give you something, and I won't break my promise."

Murong Lang's heart was about to melt, and his tone was as gentle as the moonlight above his head: "Okay, then I'll wait!"

At some point, he no longer called himself Ben Gong, but me.

Yue Ran didn't feel anything, and the jaws of the minions behind her almost dropped from shock.

You know, this is His Highness the Crown Prince who pays the most attention to etiquette, even in front of the Crown Princess, he has never had such a time.

I really didn't expect that His Highness the Crown Prince would like this.

Strolling under the moon is extraordinarily romantic.

But at the same time, there are hidden dangers.

Murong Feng did not leave the palace today either.

Concubine De is not qualified to attend the night banquet in the palace.

But his mother-child relationship with Concubine De must be considerate, plus there is an assassin incident, even though he is a prince, and under the current situation, he is the least likely to arrange an assassination.

But in order to avoid suspicion, and in order to be able to understand the progress of the situation at a close distance and at a high speed, he resolutely stayed.

At this time, the news of Murong Lang and Yue Ran's night tour had already reached his ears.

There were only a few lights in the yard, and he moved the prayer beads in his hand, pacing back and forth.

The princess is ill, and the prince has not favored those people in the backyard for a long time.

From the trip to the hot springs, to He Lianshu on Jiangmian, to Shen Yi's return to the prince to greet him, and to today, the two of them celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

All of these are connected in series.

Murong Feng smiled coolly, and took a hissing breath: "Ben Wang, the brother prince who doesn't eat the world's fireworks, seems to have moved the heart of the world!"

Qianmian followed behind him, frowning slightly.

What happened to Murong Lang, he was not cautious at all.

Now that Prince Rui finds out about it, he has to make up his mind again...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Murong Feng turned his head, clamped Qian Mian's chin, and cast a snake-like gaze on Qian Mian's face.

Qian Mian hurriedly said: "The slave doesn't understand these things very well, the slave thinks that we should not take it lightly, what if this is the prince's plan!"

"The prince and Shen Yi are full of tricks, we have to guard against them."

Murong Feng rubbed Qianmian's chin, but said something irrelevant: "Little San, why is your chin a little bit prickly?"

Eunuchs don't grow beards, so there is no such thing as sticking hands.

But Qianmian is not a real eunuch.

Murong Feng's smile is full of danger: "The prince's elder brother, my king, has the same thoughts as his name, and he has always been clear and bright. Now, he has been led astray by Shen Yi."

"However, these kings are not curious. What I am curious about is that the timing of Mengci's speech is so precise today. This king wants to attack at the banquet, it is a temporary idea, how did she know and respond , you, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

(End of this chapter)