Lan Yin could hear the impatience in her voice, looked at her puzzled, and said honestly, "Lanyin listens to the young lady."
"Okay, don't call me little miss anymore. It sounds really offensive." Xin Mo'er picked up the spoon again and scooped it into her mouth one by one.
The journey is long, so you must fill your stomach first.
"Then...Miss?" Lan Yin asked tentatively.
"..." Xin Mo'er blinked. The words sounded quite pleasant, but they were still wrong.
If Lanyin calls her miss, then Feng Qingcang can't call her master?
At that age, he was called a master...and his age seemed wrong.
"Call me Mo'er." Lan Yin is a few years older than herself. Xin Mo'er liked her very much when he first saw her, so he thought it was more appropriate to call her Mo'er.
"I don't dare!" Lan Yin knelt down quickly, "Since Lan Yin was brought back by the young princess, she is her slave. How dare you call her by her first name."
This won't work, and that won't work either.
"You should just call me Princess Princess like everyone else." Xin Mo'er could only say this.
"Yes, little princess."
"Get up." Xin Mo'er put the empty bowl aside, "You should go and fill your stomach first. It's a long way. If you go on the road with an empty stomach, you will get stomach problems."
Lan Yin got up from the ground and said respectfully, "Lanyin had eaten it an hour ago. Thank you for your concern, little princess."
"..." Xin Mo'er said nothing more, wiped her mouth with a square handkerchief, and left the palace. Feng Qingcang was already seated in the carriage and waiting outside the gate of Prince Xu's palace.
Xiaowu was sitting outside the carriage driving the horse. When he saw her coming out, he immediately jumped out of the carriage and used her as a stepping stone.
Xin Moer looked at him with disdain, "I have legs myself."
With a slight movement, he jumped onto the carriage, showing the posture of a martial arts master.
Feng Qingcang's eyes flashed with surprise.
Xin Mo'er raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly. She really thought she was a young lady who never left the house. She had practiced Sanda.
Xiao Wu straightened up and jumped on the carriage, and Lan Yin also jumped on the carriage. The two of them sat down, one on the left and the other on the right.
There was also a fat little myna bird lying on the roof of the carriage.
Xin Moer suddenly remembered the clever little snow fox Nangong Yun gave her. Fanyin Mountain must be very boring, so it would be nice to take the little snow fox with her to relieve her boredom, so she said, "Father, the little snow fox Nangong Yun gave me
Where’s the fox?”
Feng Qingcang narrowed his eyes and said, "Keep it in the house."
"Where is it? I'll go down and get it and take it with me." Xin Mo'er said and lifted the car curtain.
As he was about to jump off the carriage, Feng Qingcang stopped him with a hand, "You can't die."
Xin Moer remembered that he had said that she would castrate her little snow fox. When she saw that he refused to let her see it, her face turned pale and she asked, "Half dead?"
Feng Qingcang pulled her back to sit beside him and said to the outside of the car, "Let's go."
Xiao Wu raised his whip and hit the horse's back, and the horse ran quickly and started on the road.
"Father!" Xin Moer was angry. She really liked the little white fox that Nangong Yun gave her. She felt that the little white fox was very spiritual.
"Don't you think the space in our carriage is a little small? Where can you put this beast with you? Among us?" Feng Qingcang said with a solemn face.
"..." Xin Mo'er looked at it and saw that the space in the carriage was indeed a bit small, but it wasn't like it couldn't fit a little fox. At most, she could hold it.
"Father, there are so many luxurious and enlarged carriages in the palace that you don't use. Why do you choose to use such a small carriage?" Xin Moer complained dissatisfied.
She remembered that there were several large carriages in the palace that were luxurious and spacious and could be used as beds.
"The space is small and warm." Feng Qingcang had closed his eyes and leaned against the horse wall.
warm?
Xin Moer looked up at the roof of the carriage. The weather in August was very hot, so ventilation should be needed.
She felt that she could not orient him in a normal way, so she stopped talking and leaned against the car wall to rest with her eyes closed.
I went to bed late last night and woke up early today. Sleepiness came over me, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, my head drooped, and I fell asleep again.
Feng Qingcang slowly opened his eyes and looked at her sleeping little face and pouty little mouth. He had the urge to kiss her, but he was worried about disturbing her, so he could only give up.
He gently moved her body so that she lay flat on his legs, wrapped her hands around him and placed them on his waist, as if hugging him.
Finally, tap lightly on her sleeping point.
Then he leaned back against the car wall again, closed his eyes and rested his mind, maintaining the same posture for fear of disturbing her.
The carriage headed towards the Great East Gate, and the journey was smooth.
The sky is clearing today, and the blue sky is full of floating clouds, like smiling faces.
Two quarters of an hour later, the carriage drove out of Dongcheng.
Nangong Yun, Feng Qingyu, Feng Qingjue, Zuo Wan and others are all waiting outside the city, except for Feng Qingcang and Xin Mo'er.
Nangong Yun and Feng Qingyu each rode a fast horse, while Feng Qingjue and Zuo Wan shared a carriage.
"Hey!" Xiao Wuyi pulled the horse to a halt, and the carriage stopped.
Feng Qingyu drove his black whirlwind sweat-blooded BMW to Feng Qingcang's carriage in a coquettish manner, stretched out a hand and said, "Girl, why are you so quiet today? Didn't you say you wanted to try me last time?"
A bloody horse? I'll pull you up."
There was no reply from her in the carriage.
Feng Qingjue also opened the car curtain and stuck his head out. Zuo Wan had already quietly observed Xin Moer's activities through the car window.
Several people were startled. They didn't expect that Feng Qingcang, a person who usually enjoyed things so much, would use such a small carriage today. The journey was long and inconvenient.
Feng Qingjue's eyes deepened and he said to the other side, "It's such a hot day. Isn't it hot when the two of you are surrounded inside?"
Feng Qingcang coughed lightly.
Lan Yin alertly opened the carriage curtain, revealing Xin Mo'er like an octopus, clinging to Feng Qingcang's legs, with her hands still wrapped around his waist.
That gesture was extremely warm and ambiguous.
Xin Mo'er was sleeping soundly, and several lines of sight came from different directions, but she didn't notice it.
"Sure enough, the love between father and daughter is deep. This relationship is great." Feng Qingjue said with unclear meaning.
Something faintly flashed in the depths of Zuo Wan's eyes.
There was doubt in Nangong Yun's eyes. Although Xin Mo'er was asleep, so many people were present and the voices were so loud that even those who were struck by thunder woke up.
Feng Qingyu was stunned for a long while, then Feng Qingcang slowly opened his dark eyes and said, "Mo'er is sleeping soundly, don't disturb her."
Feng Qingyu retracted his hand with some disappointment, picked up the riding whip, clamped his legs under the horse's belly, and headed towards Nanfan Mountain.
Nangong Yun followed closely.
Feng Qingjue retracted his head into the carriage, closed the carriage curtain again, and got on the road.
Seeing them all leaving, Lan Yin closed the car curtain that had just been opened and sat back in her seat. Xiao Wuyi raised his whip and the horse galloped on the spacious road.
Feng Qingcang glanced at the person in his arms, stretched out his fingers and tapped her waist gently.
Xin Moer opened her eyes drowsily, rubbed her sore shoulders, and suddenly felt some pain in her waist, as if she had been tapped by something.
Later, he found that he actually fell asleep on Feng Qingcang's legs, and there were faint water stains on his legs...