Pretty Fox: Misunderstood His Royal Highness

292 Chapter 2 A Tryst Ass [-]
At this time, Tang Miaomiao suddenly pointed far away, with a surprised voice: "Miss, look, His Highness Eight is in the pavilion next to the release pool."

Ye Qiqi looked over.

Isn't it?This guy Yuan Qingcheng probably had nothing to do, and came to the backyard of Pushan Temple at some point.He was sitting alone in the pavilion, with half of his body leaning on the railing, looking at the fish swimming in the release pond, listlessly staring blankly and sullenly.

Ye Qiqi walked over and asked him: "His Royal Highness, what's the matter with you?"

Yuan Qingcheng stretched his face and snatched her away: "Come if you want, can you come but I can't?"

Ye Qiqi said: "I came with my grandmother and my wife. The female relatives of our great general are here."

Yuan Qingcheng said sullenly: "I know. I came because of you."

Ye Qiqi squinted at him, wondering: "Why do you have a sour face, no smile at all? Are you in a bad mood?"

Yuan Qingcheng asked: "How do you know I'm in a bad mood?"

Ye Qiqi said: "Do you still need to ask? Anyone who is not blind can see the bitter melon look on your face."

Yuan Qingcheng touched his face: "Is it so obvious?"

Ye Qiqi said, "Yes."

Yuan Qingcheng sighed: "Oh!"

Ye Qiqi squinted at him again: "What are you sighing about?"

Yuan Qingcheng glared at her: "Can't I just sigh?"

Ye Qiqi winked at him: "OK! OK! OK! You can sigh as you like! It doesn't matter how long you want to sigh!"

Yuan Qingcheng was in no mood to argue with her.He stretched his waist, changed his sitting position, leaned his whole body crookedly against the pillar, and put one leg high on the railing, with a gloomy expression on his face.

After a while, Yuan Qingcheng muttered in a low voice: "Yesterday, the empress invited an expert to tell a fortune. My mother and concubine took my birthday horoscope and other people's birthday horoscopes to the expert. In the end, I and that The horoscope of a person is that there is a combination of four pillars, which belongs to good luck."

"Huh?" Ye Qiqi opened his eyes wide: "Other people's birth date——who is that other person?"

"Mr. Jian'an, Sun Meiling, fourth lady of Sun Haisheng's family, Shangshu of the Ministry of War." Yuan Qingcheng said listlessly.

"Sun Meiling?" Ye Qiqi excitedly said, "It's her, she is very nice, she is pretty, she speaks softly, and her smile is sweet. Also, she is a real lady, generous and knowledgeable. Li... Hehe, Your Highness Eighth Highness, I think you two are very suitable."

"It matches your head!" Yuan Qingcheng got angry and shouted, "I don't like her, okay?"

"Why don't you like her?" Ye Qiqi blinked, unable to understand: "What's wrong with her?"

"No matter how good she is, I don't like her either!" Yuan Qingcheng said with a "hum".

Ye Qiqi covered her mouth and snickered: "Your mother and concubine like it, and your zodiac signs match, as long as your majesty and empress don't object, no matter how much you don't like it, you have to be engaged to her."

Yuan Qingcheng sighed heavily, the expression on his face was extremely upset, and his voice couldn't help raising his voice: "Why can't I decide on my own affairs?"

Ye Qiqi glanced at him, giggled, and replied nonsensically: "Because you are His Highness the Eighth Prince, so your marriage is not up to you to decide!"

Saying this is tantamount to not saying it.

(un.finished.to be.continued)
(End of this chapter)