After wearing the book, I became the villain's princess

Chapter 231

Ning Jin couldn't accept these favors that should belong to other people with peace of mind. This kind of impostor was like an impostor, and Lin Moyu couldn't choose for her.

The original Ning Jin and the current Ning Jin can only be two people forever, not one person.

"Then what are you going to do?" Lin Moyu asked.

"They should know the truth when they find a chance to speak clearly."

Ning Jin lowered her eyes slightly, the expression on her face was difficult to distinguish, and Lin Moyu was taken aback when she heard it.

This is the rhythm to show your identity!
"I don't object when you say it, but will they believe it? In fact, you don't need to have this idea. They have been looking forward to it for decades and finally found it. Then you say you are not. Wouldn't it make them even more sad? You It’s just as if you have one more family member, and you can’t see them all the time, they treat you well, and it’s fine if you go back again.”

Lin Moyu secretly sighed in her heart.

If this is put on other people, I am afraid that I will be very happy, so I don't think so much.

On the other hand, I think there must be a reason why Ning Jin would do this.

But she didn't know how to ask.

If you really want to say what you said back then, and ask her to cry, she will be more relieved.

Ning Jin: "I see, thank you."

"Just figure it out for yourself, come here, and I'll take you to the garden."

Lin Moyu didn't stay long on this, thinking about taking people to relax.

"It's autumn, are there any flowers in the garden?"

Ning Jin said so, but he stood up obediently.

It's very close to the garden, Lin Moyu stopped when he walked to a place: "This is the chrysanthemum you gave me last time, it looks like it's about to bloom."

Ning Jin looked over and quickly found a few flower buds among the greenery.

"The flowering is just in season now, and you can make tea after picking the flowers."

I don't know if the chrysanthemums she gave can be used to make tea.

"Chrysanthemum tea!" Lin Moyu clapped her hands excitedly and said, "Why didn't I think of making tea!"

Just when Lin Moyu was still happy about how much tea this piece of chrysanthemum could make, a maid hurried over.

"Princess, the little princess is crying, and the servants can't coax you well, so they cry for you."

Lin Moyu: "Where is the prince?"

"The prince left beforehand. If the little princess doesn't want to let me hug you, the servants have no choice but to come and invite you."

"I'll go right away." Lin Moyu said and looked at Ning Jin, asking if he wanted to go together.

"Just go, I'll wait for you here, I'm most afraid of children crying."

It didn't help that she went.

"I'll be back later, wait for me!" Lin Moyu turned and left after speaking.

Ning Jin wandered around the garden without incident, suddenly there was a fluttering sound above his head, and then a gray pigeon fell down in front of him.

Looking at her with small round eyes, she is not afraid of people.

She just thought it was a wild pigeon that had accidentally flown in.

So he squatted down and carefully stretched out his palm to approach slowly, and quickly held the pigeon in his hand.

Ning Jin stood up, raised her hand to touch the top of the pigeon's head, and tilted her head obediently.

"Good boy! Can I raise you without a master?" she asked.

Thinking of whether the pigeon was injured somewhere when it landed here, he looked around, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something tied to the thin leg of the pigeon from the corner of his eye.

It's homing pigeons!
It was tied to a small black cylinder with a word vaguely engraved on it, and before I could see clearly the sound of "Prince Princess" came from the front.

Ning Jin looked up and found that it was King Jing.

King Jing was staring at the pigeon in her hand.

"His Royal Highness King Jing."

"Crown princess, the pigeon in your hand is raised by the king."

Qi Qin's voice was very cold, hearing Ning Jin's heart tremble, a trace of fear welled up in his heart.

Perhaps noticing Ning Jin's flinching, Qi Qin said again: "I'm sorry, Crown Princess, my tone was a bit wrong just now, because this king never likes people to touch my things."

(End of this chapter)