She grabbed a grape from the plate held by Zi Yihan, without peeling it, and threw it into her mouth. While eating, she said vaguely: "And how unfair this is, those of you
The mortal brother is struggling to death. You, the half-god and half-mortal brother, are watching here, dominating everything, watching them have sweet dreams, but you have already announced the end of their dreams being shattered."
Zi Yihan paused while peeling the grapes, looked at Han Mengxiao, and said calmly: "You also enjoy eating these unpeeled grapes. Why do you want me to peel them for you? You said they are peeled grapes.
Which is better, or unpeeled grapes?”
Han Mengxiao pouted: "Han, I'm talking about mortals and gods. Why are you talking about peeling grapes but not peeling them off?"
Zi Yihan smiled: "Is there any difference? There are thousands of reasons for thousands of things in this world, and thousands of reasons require thousands of conditions to be established.
Thousands of things have been accomplished under the conditions, so expanded, so cyclical, what’s the difference?”
Han Mengxiao shook his head, speechless, and said: "What are you talking about? Thousands and thousands of my heads have been turned upside down by you, so I won't talk about this matter anymore." She made a gesture.
He lay down, but stopped again: "Han, but Yiran, you won't suffer, right? I looked at Zi Yijun, he is really not a thing."
"This matter," a smile appeared on Zi Yihan's face: "I think Yiran has matured a lot." He looked in the mirror and saw the purple grass tightly next to Zi Yiran, and he had some other thoughts in his heart.
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This boy has grown up and knows how to protect women. The purple spirit fox is not bad. He glanced at Han Mengxiao secretly. In a few days, when Xuanyuan Ye comes back, he will ask Xuanyuan Ye, so
How could a beautiful woman be just a princess maid of the Purple Fox clan? He intended to bring about a marriage between Zi Cao and Zi Yiran. Of course, part of the reason was that he didn't like seeing Zi Yiran hanging out in front of Han Mengxiao every day.
Seeing that Zi Yihan suddenly became quiet, Han Mengxiao asked coolly: "Han, who are you plotting against?"
Zi Yihan leaned forward and bit Han Mengxiao's face: "Dream, where can I find it? There is none." If you don't admit it, you are cheating.
"You still say no, look at your eyes," Han Mengxiao shouted: "Every time you want to scheme against others, you will squint your eyes and make a cold face to hide your bad intentions. Others don't know, but I don't know.
I know."
"Yes, yes, you know, you all know," Zi Yihan smiled maliciously: "Then do you know what I want to do now?"
Just as Han Mengxiao was about to speak, the butler knocked on the door: "Your Majesty, we have guests."
The person who came turned out to be an envoy from the Xuan Kingdom. He was a tall, thin man with an ordinary face. He stood at the door of the reception hall of Prince Han's Mansion, blocking half of the room's light.
On this hot day, he was wearing a jacket. When he met Zi Yihan, he was neither humble nor overbearing: "Prince Han, your Royal Highness has been in Zimo for many days. His Majesty the Emperor sent me to inquire about the date of return."
"Please sit down," Zi Yihan looked at the man for about ten seconds, invited him over, and ordered his servants to serve tea.
The man was not polite, he sat down magnanimously, drank the fragrant tea again, and then brought up the topic again: "Where is His Highness the Prince now?"
"No hurry, no hurry," Zi Yihan slowly drank his tea, put down the tea bowl, and asked, "What do you call it?"