When we got together this morning, Zhang Tianxue went to find Murong Xi under the leadership of Qingzi. However, when he arrived at the room, he found that it was empty and there was no sign of anyone at all.
Zhang Tianxue roared angrily: "Where are the people? Where did they die?"
"Back, back... Miss, the Second Prince is not in the dormitory. What's the matter, Miss?" Maid Xiao Lan replied tremblingly. She had never seen a woman like Zhang Tianxue who dared to yell regardless of her image. She was frightened for a moment.
I don’t even know what to say.
"Not here? Where has he gone?" Zhang Tianxue asked like an old man.
"It seems that the Prime Minister is back, and the Second Prince went to receive him!" Xiaolan answered cautiously, for fear of making Zhang Tianxue angry, as if Zhang Tianxue was the female bandit leader!
"Is that so? Is it necessary for the prince to receive him?" Zhang Tianxue looked at Black Grape's big eyes, as if thinking about something.
"That's right, it's absolutely true, Xiaolan, Xiaolan doesn't dare to lie to a girl." Xiaolan replied timidly.
"Well, then he comes back later. If you tell him that he always comes to me, just say that I have something to do with him." Zhang Tianxue waved his hand, turned around and left.
"Yes, girl." Xiaolan Nuonuo replied. After Zhang Tianxue left, Xiaolan thought to herself, Oh my god! This girl is too courageous. She calls the second prince directly like this? How dare she act like this in the second prince's palace?
If the second prince finds out, he will definitely be punished.
Zhang Tianxue has been angry and paralyzed since returning to the palace, and won't tell me anything interesting. Okay, Murong Xi, I will remember you. Hum, if I don't torture you to death, I won't call you Zhang Tianxue. Zhang Tianxue secretly swore.
Murong Xi in the reception room felt a chill on his back and a gust of cold wind blew by, making him shiver.
What's going on? I can only have a bad feeling. I shook my head and felt better.
"Xier, are you feeling uncomfortable?" The emperor looked at his second son lovingly.
"Go back to my father. I'm fine. I may have caught a cold." Murong Xi looked at his father with a smile.
"You have a cold? Xi'er should be careful. The weather has not been very good recently, so you should wear more clothes."
"Yes, father."
The prince looked at everything with a cold face, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart. His father loved Murong Xi so much but didn't care about him at all. Will he give up the throne to him in the future?
Humph! Don’t even think about it, the throne is mine, no one can take it away.