"Little Princess, don't have any objections. This is how the little prince looks like. He is cold to everyone. He never talks to anyone except the prince." Zhang Hao apologized.
"How could this princess have seen a little brat who just broke breast milk?" Xin Moer said in a very sour tone, and followed into the hall.
After a few days of travel, I didn't eat well along the way. At this moment, Liu Zhiwei made a table of delicious dishes with all colors, fragrance and taste, which made Xin Moer greedy and sat down first, and then she had no image.
It started eating.
Feng Qingcang lifted her skirt and sat down gracefully next to Xin Moer. He and everyone in the Xu Palace were no longer surprised by her eating habits.
The boy who was called the little prince by the people looked disgusted. He was originally standing next to Xin Mo'er, and he should be sitting next to her, but when he saw her eating habits, he immediately avoided and walked away.
Feng Qingcang sat down on the empty seat on the left.
He exclaimed coldly, "Mr.
Xin Mo'er almost choked by the food in her mouth. She quickly drank half a bowl of soup before she calmed down. She raised her head and said half annoyed, "Who do you think is a man!"
"Whoever answers this prince's words will be a man's wife." The boy said expressionlessly, then picked up an exquisite copper bowl, drank a sip of tea, and spit it into the basin held by the servant.
He lifted up the chopsticks and fed them gracefully into his mouth.
Xin Mo'er didn't expect that he would be so particular about eating. He was not so particular about eating with Feng Qingcang on weekdays. Suddenly, he was no longer angry, dragging his chin with chopsticks, and sneered, "Men."
My mother is always like a fake girl.”
Lan Yin, who was serving aside, heard the word "如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如如
At that time, she didn't understand, and later asked the little princess. She realized that the sissy meant a man who acted like a woman.
The boy glanced at Feng Qingcang, hoping that he could explain it to him.
Feng Qingcang did not answer his words, but instead put a bowl of soup in front of him, "Don't you like drinking dragon soup? I specially asked Chu Zi Liu to make it for you. If you try it, it should be better.
You used to drink much better."
Xin Mo'er looked at the dragon soup that had been scooped away by Feng Qingcang, and pouted in dissatisfaction. That was her favorite. He just gave it to the bastard. He watched the bastard drink happily.
After taking the soup, Xin Moer felt unhappy and deliberately made things difficult for him, "Don't you want to know what the fake girl means?"
While sending soup to his mouth gracefully, the boy said slowly, "Even if I don't ask, you will tell me to me."
Xin Mo'er felt that this brat definitely adhered to Feng Qingcang's temperament and even spoke the same tone. However, at this time, in order to show off, she was not a good sister who liked to bully her little brother.
The face was like a flower blooming, and the smile was particularly charming, "Fortunately, you are not stupid, otherwise I would be very troublesome to explain to you. In fact, the pseudo-woman means... you are still eating at this time.
The simple explanation is that you look more like a woman. In layman's terms, you have just been born in the wrong way and you should go to your daughter's house. If you don't mind, I can
It is also feasible to help you have sex change surgery, cut off the birds below you, and let you taste the taste of being a woman."
The boy stood up from the chair and glared at her, "You have the will to say it again!"
Xin Mo'er calmly brought the remaining half bowl of dragon soup to her, and gave it to her mouth bit by bit, casually repeated the words just now, and then added, "I'm a girl."
, there is no such thing as a species. It doesn’t matter if you say it once. If you like to listen, I can say it countless times.”
"Hmph!" The boy snorted coldly, put down the chopsticks and bowls in his hand, and did not even have a single grain of rice in it, and left with his sleeves.
"What's wrong?" Xin Mo'er spat lightly. She felt it was necessary to let the brat learn the story of Kong Rong and letting his li. After he left, he made a victory gesture.
Feng Qingcang also let go of the chopsticks in his hand, turned his head to look at Xin Mo'er, and said seriously, "Like a fake girl, have you counted me?"
Xin Mo'er's chopsticks were slightly slapped in picking up food. Why did she forget that brat, she looked like ninety percent of him...
Hey laughed twice and started slapping the horse's whiskers, "I just made a joke with him, who made him not like a virtuous person? How could his father look like a fake girl?
A big man who is so arrogant."
"Well, I like to hear these words." Feng Qingcang nodded in agreement.
Xin Mo'er lowered her head and continued to eat her own meal, but she was muttering in her heart that it turned out that everyone liked to listen to good things.
"Xiao Wu, send these foods to the little prince." Feng Qingcang got up and picked up some meat dishes, and then picked up some vegetarian dishes. The meat and vegetables were properly matched, and then handed them to Xiao Wu.
"Yes." Xiaowu quickly retreated with the food.
Xin Mo'er suddenly stopped eating, raised her head, and pushed the bowl in front of Feng Qingcang, "I want it too."
Feng Qingcang glanced at her and said coldly, "Don't you have hands and feet?"
"That brat is still very good at it." Xin Moer hummed in her nose. She didn't notice how sour her tone was at the moment.
A light flashed in Feng Qingcang's eyes and soon disappeared, and he said calmly, "He is a child and deserves someone to take care of. You are all adults, so you can't compare."
"How young he is? I am only five or six years older than him? Why is he a child? I am an adult?" Xin Mo'er was dissatisfied.
"In my eyes, you are different." Feng Qingcang said something intriguing.
Xin Mo'er didn't understand what he meant and said nonsense, "Why is it different? I don't care. You pick up food for him. You have to pick up food for me, you can't be more generous than the other."
Lan Yin stood aside and covered her mouth and kept laughing secretly. The little princess didn't know how cute she looked at this time. She was just jealous and acting coquettish to the prince.
Feng Qingcang shook his head gently, sighed with amusement, reached in front of the oily and tender chicken legs, and was about to insert it, but Xin Mo'er knocked off the chopsticks.
I saw her take a pair of clean chopsticks that no one had used before and put them in Feng Qingcang's hand, "I don't want what others have used."
Feng Qingcang's hands froze in the air, and his eyes pulled, "Why didn't you see you so cute before?"
He picked up the chopsticks helplessly, picked up a small chicken leg and prepared to put it in Xin Mo'er's bowl, but she hit it again with the chopsticks, blocking it in the air, "Feed it into my mouth."