"I was kind enough to save you, but you actually bullied me!" An angry voice rang out. He looked over and saw a girl staring at him.
The girl was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with long, silky hair hanging down her back. Her face, with delicate facial features, made her look like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.
Her eyes were filled with shame and annoyance, her face turned red, and her lips were also very red.
His Adam's apple moved, and he realized what he just called "delicious" and said stiffly: "Sorry!"
Perhaps because he felt that these two words were not enough to express his apology, he added: "I didn't mean it-"
The girl looked at him for a long time without saying a word. She gave him some water and medicine and asked him to take it.
Ming Wuyou in the dream was smart and clever, just like the one he met yesterday.
very nice.
…
After Fu Rou returned to the hotel, she felt very irritable.
With her current ability, how easy is it to rescue Fu Mingting? Yun Ziheng will not help her.
But what should I do if I can’t get the token?
However, Yun Zimo stayed by her side, thinking that she was in a bad mood because she was worried about her father, so he kept telling her interesting things to amuse her.
Fu Rou reluctantly dealt with him, but in fact she was already very upset.
I don’t understand why the noble young master of the royal palace can be so annoying!
It was already very late when I finally saw Yun Zimo off.
Fu Rou spent the whole night thinking about how to get the token, and even kept recalling many details of her years in the Ming family.
But I still couldn't determine what the token was, and I was so upset that I couldn't sleep all night.
In the morning, she fell asleep in a daze, and secretly decided that since Prince Zhan's Mansion could not help for the time being, she would go to the Jiangzhou Governor of Haitangwu to find a solution.
Well, there are still a few days until the fifteenth of this month.
…
Early the next morning, Murong Yu had breakfast and went to Qingfeng Mingyue Tower.
He came out in casual clothes today and only brought Leng Xiao with him. After entering the Qingfeng Mingyue Building, he chose the special seat on the second floor by the window and sat down, looking at the Baishan Hall opposite.
After just looking at it for a while, Murong Yu withdrew his gaze with waning interest.
The second floor of Baishan Hall is very empty today, and Ming Wuyou is nowhere to be seen.
Murong Yu glanced at the people walking on the street casually. After a while, he felt sleepy, so he rested his chin with his hand, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In Baishan Hall, Ming Wuyou made a routine inspection before going up to the second floor to sit down and plan to have a sip of tea.
Caiyue suddenly spoke in a low voice: "Miss, look!"
"What?" Ming Wuyou looked in the direction she pointed, gradually smiling, "The appointment was for lunch, but he came so early."
Ming Wuyou Tea didn't want to drink anymore, "Where are the things I asked you to bring this morning?"
"Here!" Caiyue quickly took out a beautiful long box and handed it to Ming Wuyou.
Ming Wuyou took it, held up the skirt and went downstairs.
She directly entered the Qingfeng Mingyue Building opposite, and found the special seat where Murong Yu was sitting.
"Ming——" Leng Xiao was standing outside and was a little surprised when he saw her.
Ming Wuyou made a gesture of silence and whispered: "I see he is asleep, keep your voice down and don't disturb him."
Ming Wuyou gestured for me to come in, and then pushed the door open very gently.
She stepped on the soft wool carpet and leaned inside, only to see Murong Yu's dark eyes looking at her without blinking.
Ming Wuyou was silent for a moment before reacting.
Murong Yu was very alert, no matter how small his movement to open the door was, he would have noticed it.
Now that he had woken her up, Ming Wuyou didn't hide away. He went to the table and sat across from him, "Your Highness, you came down very early."
"Nothing to do today." Murong Yu said quietly, his eyes sweeping over her body without revealing any trace.
Today, Ming Wuyou is wearing her favorite purple long gauze dress with wide sleeves and fairy hair, with a beautiful hanging bun, revealing her smooth forehead, and under her beautiful eyebrows like distant mountains, a pair of eyes are shining brightly.
It seemed like it was a pleasure to see him.
Murong Yu's gaze fell on her eyes and he couldn't bear to look away.
He remembered that when he was in Mission Hills in his previous life, he was attracted by her eyes and fell in love with them. He would never forget the sight of her for a thousand years.
Ming Wuyou's lips curved slightly, "I prepared a small thing for His Highness."
"...What?" Murong Yu came to his senses and withdrew his gaze.
"this."
Ming Wuyou brought the long box to the table and looked at Murong Yu with a smile in his eyes: "Your Highness, please open it yourself and take a look."
Murong Yu raised his eyebrows, but without saying anything else, he moved his thumb and opened the lock of the box.
Inside is a paper fan.
Ming Wuyou took out the paper fan and unfolded it gently. A landscape painting was painted on the fan.
Ming Wuyou said: "I painted it, and I also made the fan. Does Your Highness like it?"
"You - you made it yourself and gave it to me?" Murong Yu was startled for a moment and said hesitantly: "Why did you give it to me?"
"Suddenly I liked fans very much, so I made it." Ming Wuyou said with curved lips, "I thought it would look really good when His Highness held the fan."
Ming Wuyou handed the fan towards Murong Yu.
Murong Yu hesitated and caught the fan.
His hand had carried a gun, a sword, a bow and a pen in his life, but this was the first time he held a fan.
He originally didn't like or hate things like fans.
No feeling.
But now when I looked at the landscape paper fan, I felt that it was quite elegant.
"It's really beautiful." Ming Wuyou said with a smile, "It's not in vain. I spent several nights on it. People who peel bamboo are almost stupid."
She is a very smart person. Since she chose to pursue him, besides giving him things, she must also let Murong Yu know her hard work.
Otherwise, it would be all in vain!
As expected, Murong Yu frowned slightly, "Just for this thing, how many nights did you use it?"
"Yeah." Ming Wuyou said: "It's a bit difficult. It's my first time doing it, so it will definitely take a lot of time. This is just for trial use. I shouldn't give such a defective product to His Highness."
"But I was just anxious to see how His Highness held the fan, so I brought it." Ming Wuyou smiled and said seriously: "After two days, I will re-select the materials and draw a better-looking fan.
Get a new one and give it to His Highness."
At this point, Ming Wuyou asked him: "Does His Highness dislike this fan?"
How could Murong Yu dislike it?
This was the first time in her two lives that she had given something to herself, and it was too late to be happy!
He was about to say something, but suddenly saw several scratches on Ming Wuyou's fingers, and couldn't help but grab her wrist.
Ming Wuyou was startled: "Your Highness?"
So proactive?
Unexpectedly, Murong Yu turned over her hand. When he saw that there were several scratches on her palm, Murong Yu's eyebrows instantly tightened and he raised his eyes to look at her: "Did you do it by peeling bamboo?"