The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 36

Mo Ziyuan nodded, the word family made her feel filled with warmth, such a warm word, she didn't want to guess why the prince came to rob her, she just wanted to bury her head in her broad chest, a faint stream of dragon saliva The smell of incense made people feel extremely at ease. This feeling seemed familiar, and he said in a guilty voice: "I'm sorry, my lord, for causing you trouble!"

"If you don't make trouble, you're not you!" Prince Rui smiled fondly, and helped Mo Ziyuan onto the horse, and then he turned over and stepped on the horse's back. In the cramped space, the two of them cuddled tightly, and Prince Rui held the rein , with both arms around the frightened woman, this posture is really too ambiguous, Mo Ziyuan huddled limply in his arms, motionless, her face was covered with red clouds, her brain seemed to have stopped functioning, and only herself was left alone. Drum-like heartbeat.

When I woke up the next day, the morning light was faint.

Every day when I open my eyes, I also feel in a trance, as if I am in the modern age, but when I wake up, I feel that it is a virtual dream. The exquisite hollow patterns all over the eyes pull her back to reality, and she is still in this strange era.

Mo Ziyuan opened the window, and a gust of cold air rushed in, cool and whizzing. Looking into the distance, the mist enveloped the earth, like a layer of white gauze, vaguely, only a few bare branches bloomed with white flowers. bud.After a closer look, it turned out that the branches were covered with white and crystal frost flowers, which were very beautiful.

"Sister Ziyuan, you're awake!" Just as she was thinking, suddenly the curtain of the door lifted, and Lan Yang entered in response.

Mo Ziyuan stretched her waist, and actually had the dream she had at midnight again last night. In the dream, there was still the figure of a man in white, but this time, this figure overlapped with that of Prince Rui.

Lan Yang saw Mo Ziyuan's mind-wandering, and smiled and said: "Is my sister thinking about the prince?"

Recalling last night, Mo Ziyuan jokingly said, "You're just thinking about that silver-faced guard, Mr. Leng Ao Leng!"

Lan Yang blushed when she heard this, and shyly argued: "Sister, don't say that, it will ruin Master Leng's reputation."

Seeing her shyness like a water lotus, Mo Ziyuan felt a little amused, and said leisurely: "If you still don't admit it, just help him talk before you get married!"

Lan Yang rubbed her forehead and said angrily, "Sister, I don't have it anymore!"

Mo Ziyuan was still relentless, and said: "Be lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist. Tell me honestly, last night! I clearly saw you hugging so tightly."

Lan Yang waved her hands again and again, she was about to burst into tears, and said, "No... I didn't hug her so tightly, Mr. Leng is an upright gentleman."

Mo Ziyuan narrowed her eyes, bumped her lightly with her arm, and said with a charming smile, "How do you know? Didn't you say you passed out? Haha!"

Lan Yang blushed, regretting that she wanted to make a joke with Mo Ziyuan, but her sister refused to let her go, and said with a pout: "Oh, sister, I can't say no to you, I ignore you!"

Mo Ziyuan smiled and said: "Okay, let me let you go, or your face will be like a monkey's butt!"

Lan Yang frowned, and said helplessly: "Sister, you are too rude, be careful that the prince doesn't like it!"

Mo Ziyuan muttered in a low voice, and said, "What, who doesn't have a butt, why can't you say, hey, you ancients are troublesome!"

Lan Yang shook her head slightly and sighed, "Oh, sister!"

Seeing Lan Yang's shy face, Mo Ziyuan finally changed the subject and asked casually: "Your lords should like women who are as gentle as water, right?"

Lan Yang rested her chin on her right hand, seemed to be thinking seriously, and said after a while: "Sister... I don't know, Lan Yang has never seen the prince stop for any woman."

Mo Ziyuan had an incomparably bright smile on her face, and said, "Your lord is not gay, is he?"

Lan Yang wondered: "What is it?"

Mo Ziyuan pursed her mouth and said, "It means that your prince is a good Longyang and has a habit of breaking sleeves!"

The smile on the corner of Lan Yang's mouth froze suddenly, and she said in embarrassment: "Ah! Sister, you can't talk nonsense!"

"Hahaha...what are you afraid of? It's just you and me here!" Mo Ziyuan then burst into a burst of crisp laughter.

After the two lived and died together, their relationship continued to heat up.

After a while of laughing and playing, Mo Ziyuan straightened her appearance and asked Lan Yang to pay Qingruo the silver taels she won from the poetry club. In order to thank the prince for saving her life, she decided to have breakfast herself as a thank you

Listening to the rain pavilion.

Prince Rui had just gotten up and was washing up. After several years of military service, he was not used to being served by others, and he always dressed and washed by himself.

"My lord, Miss Mo will prepare breakfast for my lord today, please wait a moment!" The waiter outside the door reported in a low voice, Prince Rui was reclined on the brocade couch, said 'hmm' in his nose, and did not speak.

Time passed by little by little, Prince Rui devoted all his attention to the book in his hand, but unconsciously glanced at the door, finally, Prince Rui asked impatiently: "Where is this person?"

The waiter outside the door bowed his head with some guilt and whispered: "Miss Mo, you are still in the kitchen!"

Prince Rui's expression was normal, but interest flashed in his eyes, "My lord, go and have a look!" Then he stood up and walked towards the kitchen with big strides.

When he arrived at the door, the scene in front of him made Prince Rui gasp suddenly, and it took him a long time to calm down. He smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

In the huge kitchen, I saw Mo Ziyuan's embarrassed and busy figure, waving a kitchen knife for a while, slapping her hands on the vegetables, and blowing the green smoke from the frying pan.

"My personal maid, are you sure what you cook is edible?" Prince Rui crossed his arms and squinted at her.

When Mo Ziyuan heard the familiar voice, her body trembled suddenly, her eyes widened, she opened her mouth wide: "Huh?", she jumped up, her knee hit the edge of the stove fiercely.

When the pain was too painful to cry, she would use a smile instead. Mo Ziyuan pulled out a big smile and said, "Hi, good morning!"

"These... Are you sure it's my king's breakfast? Are you going to murder me?" Prince Rui frowned suddenly, looking at the black thing on the table.

Mo Ziyuan rubbed her knees, jumped to the table with one foot, nodded with some guilty conscience: "Of course...you should...you can eat it!"

Prince Rui asked suspiciously: "Should?"

Mo Ziyuan scratched her head, and said with a smirk on her lips: "The materials in the palace are not complete, and the heat is not easy to control, otherwise the servant's hamburger would never be so horrible!"

(End of this chapter)