My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 1: Three hundred and forty-eighth

Chapter 348 1.348 The style of painting is peculiar

Qiaomu's meal made his belly a little rounded.

Lightly patted her belly, reached out and hugged the plate of oranges that the prince handed over, and Qiao ate two slices in silence.

It's so sweet! She held the plate and didn't let go, although she was a little bit supportive, she ended up taking two more slices.

Mo Lin packed up everything and came over, and saw the little guy holding a plate of oranges and chewing. She looked so cute.

He walked to her and took her little hand, as if he was caught by a cat's paw, his lips were stained with a smile, "Let's go. Just go out to eat."

"Where to go?"

"Go to your master and say, let's go on the road to Qixia Valley together."

Arbors:...

"You arrived at the adventurer's base and didn't go to the stack. Where did you go?" The prince squeezed the little guy's palm smoothly.

"We..."

"Master." The two went out as soon as they opened the door, and the old shopkeeper who had been waiting for a long time jumped up to the prince.

"The account is coming back?" Mo Lin glanced at Han Ying faintly.

The old shopkeeper nodded like garlic.

The sons have all sent Master Shadow Flowers to follow, can they come back? Besides, those people at the Vientiane Gate discovered that their young lady, Ning Bifan, was also dead, so wherever they dared to stay, they quickly dispersed as the birds and beasts!

"Well, be smart in the future, don't talk so easily." The prince taught, and waved his sleeve to let Old Han leave.

The old shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but smile when he left: Oh my God, just the current market situation, two bags of beans are not enough to fill a wall, how dark the son is.

No, the little girl's heart is even darker, if it weren't for the little girl's complaint, how could the son send someone to return the account ruthlessly...

After Lao Han returned to Zhaohui Pavilion, he hurriedly called all his subordinates to an emergency meeting and warned them with all his face; don't offend the little girl in the son's family! Because the consequences will be much more serious than offending your own son!

"Why, what kind of Ning what? She really..." Dead? The little girl gently pulled the prince's hand, and asked the boy with her eyes.

"Of course." Moline nodded knowingly. How could the little girl who clamored to kill him without a word like this to let her live?

"Then why did you goug her eyes?" The little guy turned his head and asked what he thought of.

"Because she always stares at me and is impatient to show her."

"That's because you are good-looking, no wonder others are staring." The little girl said with a serious face, her small face with cuteness, which is really interesting.

Silently following the return wind behind the two of them, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

I always feel that when the prince and the little girl are chatting together, the painting style is very strange...

Mo Lin couldn't help laughing out loud, "Who looks good with Broken Moon or I?"

"You~IndoMTL.com~the little girl said without hesitation, followed by another sentence, "Actually, Broken Moon is not bad. "

Returning the wind almost laughed and glanced at the prince secretly, and saw that his uncle’s handsome face was smeared with black, puff...

The little girl said that Broken Moon looks pretty good, and she poked the prince's big heart!

"Don't worry, he must be disabled and ugly now." The prince held the girl's little hand tightly and jabbed his opponent with a knife.

"Who?"

"Broken Moon."

"That's pitiful." The little girl curled her lips.

Returning to the wind felt that he was going to be dying, and he almost laughed. How could the conversation between these two people be so weird and gimmicky.

At this time, Ning Guilai, the master of Vientiane Gate, also learned of the death of his daughter Ning Bifan.

(End of this chapter)