My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 1: Seventy-ninth

　　 Seeing that the prince did it so well, kid Qiao rarely looked at the black-clothed boy in a pleasant manner, "Your name is Yusu. Well, go back and thank your prince for me. All right. Now, put things down and you can go!"

　　 look, look! What this conscientious little thing said, it's no wonder that His Royal Highness had previously asked him to be careful of this little guy, and when things arrived, he immediately turned his face and didn't recognize people.

　　 The black-clothed boy straightened his face and arched his hands towards Xiao Qiao’s classmate, "My lord, your Royal Highness will follow you and do things for you. Also, your subordinates are not called Yusu!! Subordinates! Ming Huan stayed up late."

　　 Usu is Captain Longjin Guard, miss! How blind are your eyes! Yusu has been with His Royal Highness, staying close to each other. It stands to reason that you have not seen him once or twice, so you can admit your mistakes? Shouldn't you just reflect on it! !

　　 "Stay up late?" The kid looked at the handsome black boy with curiosity, and asked in a low voice, "Are you often staying up late, so your prince gave you such an unreliable name? ?"

　　 Stay up late: Ha ha! Miss, you guessed wrong, not so!

　　"The subordinates are members of the Ye Pavilion, and each of our Ye Pavilion members will have the word Ye in their name."

　　 "Oh." Child Qiao rolled his small face with a look of interest, and was not interested in asking him what Ye Pavilion was. I think it should be the power in the hands of the tyrant prince.

　　 "Will you catch a car?"

　　 staying up late:...how come there is such an unreliable way to follow the lady for the rest of my life!

　　 There was some noise outside the yard, Qiao Mu frowned, "You stay here and watch things, I'll go out and see what's going on."

　　 "Yes." Staying up late arches hands.

　　 Arbor carrying a pair of small paws, walked out the door with a serious face, and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in red, who looked a little familiar, flipped through several wooden boxes with her hands quickly, her mouth kept tweeting. Exclamation.

　　 "Mother, look at this satin, how comfortable and soft it feels. I have never seen such a good material. I can make a two-piece dress for me and cut a few more veils."

　　 "Yes, yes! We wear this satin for Spring Festival, we must be better than Tianxianer, giggle." A woman in her 30s and 40s emerged from the side and picked up the silver silk satin in Qiao Yingchun's hand. With a smile, Mi kept making gestures back and forth on her daughter.

　　 My God, did Qiao Zhongbang's family get rich? With so many cars, silks, silks, and satin, her eyes are blurred. It would be even better if all these can make her move back. The woman smiled brightly.

　　A few box-carrying guys looked at the self-talking mother and daughter at a loss, and said, "These are not, little lady she..."

　　 "Ah, what's in this little box." Qiao Yingchun saw a turquoise little girl about ten years old getting down on the carriage, her eyes fell on the little girl's arms to hold her. On the rosewood box.

　　 "Huh?" The little girl was taken aback. Seeing Qiao Yingchun stepping forward to grab it, she hurriedly guarded her chest, clutching the box tightly and not letting go, yelling, "You, let go, This is not for you. This is our little master’s thing, so let go."

　　 "Let go! Show me what it is." Qiao Yingchun's eyes were almost glued to the box, relying on the person being taller than the girl, he stepped forward and grabbed the box, snatching the box from the little girl's hand. come.