Xin Mo'er ran to Feng Qingcang's bedroom excitedly, without anyone, and then ran to the study, but there was still no one.
Along the way, Xiaowu was accompanied and Xiaoliu's commentator, and no one in the mansion dared to question the identity of the little princess.
"Where is my father?" Xin Mo'er stopped and asked Xiao Wu.
"Where are people! Where are people!" The little starling roared in his throat with his might.
"Oreo, shut up." Xin Moer reached out and plucked a pure black and shiny feather on its plump body.
The little starling said in pain and immediately stopped her mouth. The spirit just now disappeared instantly, like a defeated rooster, lying on her shoulder.
Xiao Wu resisted his smile and replied respectfully, "When the little princess said, the prince was called to the palace by the emperor. I guess he would go back to the house in a short time."
Xin Mo'er nodded and turned her back. She was very bored. She remembered the swing she was sitting on when she was a child, and thought about swinging and passing the time.
Then he walked straight to the garden.
The weather in March is early spring, with flowers blooming, and the flowers in the garden are still as lush as the year before yesterday.
But at this moment, there was an extra man in the garden, sitting leisurely on the swing that should have belonged to her, shaking gently.
A man looks about twenty-five years old, wearing a blue-green dress, but he can't hide his elegance. He is noble but does not look arrogant.
With a hundred flowers blooming, he sat alone on the swing, and all the flowers around him were fading, as if they had become his foil.
Xin Mo'er was dizzy and fascinated for a moment. She felt that her father was one of the rare varieties in the world, but she didn't expect that another rare variety would appear.
If the father is domineering and soft, while this man is soft and comfortable, more friendly, which makes people feel refreshed and beautiful.
Xin Mo'er held her breathing. She wanted to portray his face in her heart, then go back to her room to draw it, hang it on the wall, and enjoy the beauty every day.
Xin Mo'er always thought of doing it, so she turned around and left.
Since she entered the garden, the handsome man in green eyes fell on her beautiful figure without scanning. She was wearing a white water shirt and skirt, like an angel falling from the sky, without any dust, with a transcendent temperament, and as if she was not
A fairy who cannibalism.
It's so beautiful that it's breathtaking.
Especially those pair of bright and dark eyes, they were so clear that there was no trace of blemish.
He never knew that there was such a beautiful woman in the palace of King Xu, and the most important thing was...
Without thinking too much, the man in green immediately stood up from the swing and called her, "Girl, wait!"
Xin Mo'er suddenly stepped down and looked at him unhappily. She didn't like others to interrupt her thoughts. Although the other party was a handsome man, she was separated from the childish childish voice, and the girl's sweet voice sounded, "What's the matter?"
The man in blue shook his mind, and it turned out that the woman's voice could sound so nice. He came back to his senses and saw her displeasure. He knew that it was his actions that were abrupt. He was afraid that it was a beautiful woman, but he still said what he should say.
, "The lady looks very much like my old friend's friend's friend."
Xin Mo'er raised her eyebrows and a cold voice spit out from her red lips, "Young Master, your way of calling you is really old-fashioned."