"This slave has met the prince." Qiao Ling and Xiang Suiqi saluted Feng Lince.
"Yes." Feng Lince nodded in agreement, then glanced at the "little bun" aside and asked lightly: "Have you eaten yet?"
"Go back to Father, Xuan'er is full." "Little Baozi" nodded hurriedly.
Hearing this, Feng Lince raised his head and said to Xiangsui: "Take the young prince back to have a rest."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Xiang Sui responded and stepped forward to hug "Little Baozi".
"Little Baozi" looked at Feng Linche, then at Zhuo Ye, and then threw himself into Xiangsui's arms cooperatively.
Although "Little Baozi" felt a little reluctant to separate from Zhuo Ye so soon, he did not dare to disobey his father. He could only pretend to be generous and thought in his heart: "Okay, let's give up 'Little Yezi' first.
Father, please take a moment and think of it as creating a chance for father to capture 'Little Leaf'..." Although he didn't quite understand what "capture" meant, Lian Xiao often said that he wanted to capture a certain woman...
When he thought of Lian Xiao, "Little Baozi" suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked Lian Xiao to get the kite yet...
Seeing Xiangsui carrying the "little bun" out, Feng Lince ordered Qiao Ling again: "Go get a pot of chrysanthemum brew."
Qiao Ling was slightly surprised for a moment, but soon recovered her clever nature and said quickly: "Yes, I will go right now."
Qingju Nian? Liquor? Zhuo Ye couldn't help shouting in his heart: "No way! Brother! You said you just had to leave as soon as you finished eating. How come you are still in the mood while eating!!"
Qiao Ling came back with the wine and two glasses, poured one for Feng Lince, and then went to pour another.
"I don't drink, so there's no need to drink." Zhuo Ye quickly stopped Qiao Ling's movements.
"You go out first." Feng Linche also said to Qiao Ling.
"Yes, I'll take my leave, slave." Qiao Ling pursed her lips and smiled, then turned around and went down.
Feng Lince picked up the wine pot and poured wine into another empty cup himself.
Zhuo Ye looked at Feng Lince's smooth movements and thought with a smile on his face: "Isn't this poured for her?" She really wanted to go forward and grab Feng Lince Qiong Yao and yell.
One sentence: "Speaking of, brother, can you always be normal? It makes me panic and panic when you act like this!!"
"Drink with me." Feng Lince pushed the wine glass in front of Zhuo Ye without any refusal.
"Your Highness...I, I don't know how to drink..." Zhuo Ye tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, trying to give Feng Lince a smile that showed surrender, but that smile was really uglier than crying...
Feng Lince raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhuo Ye, then said calmly: "Are you afraid of me?"
Zhuo Ye shook his head subconsciously, then realized it and smiled bitterly in his heart: "I'm afraid of you! I'm afraid of you, why don't I..."
"Are you going to play chess with Lin Ge today?" Feng Linche suddenly asked.
"Well, yes." Zhuo Ye blinked, a certain prince's jumping thoughts started again?
"You like playing chess very much?" Feng Linche asked next.
"Yeah, not bad." Zhuo Ye nodded.
The flash of excitement on her little face did not escape Feng Linche's eyes.
"How did that game of chess end?" Feng Linche continued to ask.
"Uh... I lost half my life..."
"Have you just lost half a year?" Feng Linche was a little surprised. After a moment of silence, he looked at Zhuo Ye again, and suddenly there seemed to be something unpredictable. He raised the corners of his lips and continued to ask: "Want to win?"
What?"
"It's... not bad..." Zhuo Ye said carefully.
She originally wanted to nod and say "yes", but when the words came to her lips, she changed her words temporarily because a bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart. Why did she feel that Feng Linche seemed to have some kind of trap waiting for her to get into?
Woolen cloth……
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ps: Nei Niu Man Mian = full of tears; Qiong Yao = poor shaking, which refers to shaking someone or something crazily. It has nothing to do with Grandma Qiong Yao..