Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 421

After the two sentences were finished, thin beads of sweat oozed from Mo Wanyan's palm.

Although her tone of voice was extremely light when she spoke, she didn't have the slightest confidence in her heart.

The Northern Xinjiang saint in front of her is, after all, the only eldest princess in Hanze. Even though the national power of the small country in Northern Xinjiang is not as strong as Qianping, as a royal princess, she must have been pampered by others since she was a child.

Therefore, she wasn't sure if the eldest princess would agree to go to the streets with her and eat the folk breakfast.

She knew that this might be somewhat difficult, but...if she disagreed, she might not have the chance to eat the big buns she had been longing for.

——On weekdays, she was alone, she didn't have the great willpower to get up so early and not talk, let alone the patience to run so far in a carriage on an empty stomach.

So the little princess raised her head bluntly, her cat eyes locked on Ye Zhifeng expectantly.

The latter was about to answer, but when he turned his eyes to see her expression, he couldn't help but twitched his lips, and broke into a smile: "Zhifeng thinks that the princess' proposal is very good."

The small arc of the girl's lips instantly melted away the desolate air she was born with. This smile is like the spring breeze melting snow, warm and cool, and Mo Wanyan was dumbfounded. I froze for a moment.

She couldn't remember how long she hadn't seen such a wonderful person with a special temperament and a very easy-to-get-together temperament.

Except for Sister Mu and A Ci, all the other young ladies of the high family want to be a model boudoir like Xiao Miaotong, she always thinks they are harsh and lifeless, and she is not used to being with them.

However, although she didn't like the stereotype and boringness of those aristocratic ladies, she also knew that this was what the world expects a "lady of every family" should look like. She had no position, let alone criticize their words and deeds.

Therefore, before she actually came to the post house in Honglu Temple, she even thought that Ye Zhifeng would be a princess of the Tian family who was no different from ordinary noble girls except for her appearance and temperament.

How can you imagine...

There was a dazzling light in the eyes of the little princess.

If she hadn't remembered that her words and deeds now represented their dry faces, and she was afraid that she would frighten the girl who came from afar if she stepped forward rashly, she would have rushed forward and grabbed her. She ran out.

"Then... Eldest Princess, let's go?" Mo Wanyan forcibly suppressed the impulse in her heart (the desire to stick with others when she saw a beautiful sister), and raised her eyebrows happily, but her eyes couldn't stop looking at Ye Ye. Zhifeng glanced at him.

She used to hear people say that in northern Xinjiang, the weather is cold, the winter is long and the summer is short, and the women born are either as strong as men, or as shriveled and thin as bamboo poles. In short, they are far less gentle and delicate than women from Jiangnan. Looking at the skin of Princess Hanze, it is clearly a bit better than hers.

It can be seen that the rumors in the population are false.

The little princess thought to herself, Ye Zhifeng frowned slightly at her: "Princess, you don't have to be so cautious, the word 'Eldest Princess' is really a headache to hear, you just call 'Zhifeng' and that's it!" .”

"Then how can it be done?" Mo Wanyan was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, then shook her head lightly, "That's really outrageous."

Although Ye Zhifeng is Hanze's eldest princess, in detail, he is considered to be her peer.

When people of the same generation communicate with each other, they are used to calling each other by nicknames and business names. Calling names has always been exclusive to the elders, and even the elders seldom call the juniors in the family by their names in private.

So, how dare she call Ye Zhifeng "Zhifeng"?
Even if she hadn't used fine print since she was a child, she couldn't—she was not her elder, and her status was not much higher than her, and the two of them were never close enough to call each other by their first names, and, most importantly, she came from afar. coming guests.

... It is true to say so, but she really doesn't want to hear that "eldest princess" all the time. It is a shame for her life to accidentally let Ye Tianlin that idiot. She really doesn't want to admit that she is Hanze's eldest princess.

However, what is more embarrassing is that she is a saint of the spiritual palace, and she has never written small characters.

The corners of Ye Zhifeng's lips twitched quietly, and the smile on her face froze slightly. Mo Wanyan could see her vague resistance to the word "Eldest Princess", and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in her worries——

"Eldest princess, I would like to ask you, what is your age?" The little princess was excited, and Ye Zhifeng was slightly confused when he heard this: "I am seventeen this year."

"Ha! I'm fifteen this year, and I'm a little younger than you," Mo Wanyan stroked her palms, "Sister Ye, then I have to call you sister."

Sister, sister...

Ye Zhifeng's mouth trembled for no reason. This name always made her feel like she had married Jinlan with someone, but it was better than that "eldest princess". She heard it a few times, but she couldn't got used to.

"As long as the princess likes it." Ye Zhifeng raised his brows and nodded, and responded to the elder sister with a smile.

The little princess frowned slightly when she heard this: "Sister Ye, don't call me 'princess' anymore, just follow Mu Mingyuan and the others and call me Le Wan."

"Okay, Le Wan." Ye Zhifeng followed suit.

No need to call that "Eldest Princess" anymore, no need to put on the airs of Princess Ganping, Mo Wanyan felt that the distance between Ye Zhifeng and Ye Zhifeng had increased a lot.

She was originally a small chatterbox, without restraint, she immediately became like a bird out of the cage, dragging Ye Zhifeng's elder sister long and short to chat endlessly.

By the time the two of them arrived near the gate of Honglu Temple, the celestial maiden from Northern Xinjiang had already completely lost her original direction under the little princess' "Sister Ye".

The nature that had been firmly pressed into her bones for the first 17 years was tricked into faintly revealing clues at this time.

Mo Wanyan realized that she was not as cold and indifferent as she appeared on the outside, and now she got closer to her.

Through the wide open high red door, the two of them caught a glimpse of the red-robed youth leaning against the side of the car, waiting leisurely for the two of them.

Seeing that Mu Xiuning really had been waiting outside the gate of Honglu Temple for a long time, Ye Zhifeng couldn't help feeling guilty, and was about to go up to say hello, but was grabbed by the little princess.

"Sister Ye, wait a minute," Mo Wanyan lowered her voice mysteriously, "I have a secret question for you."

The girl blinked for no reason, then nodded slightly: "Le Wan, tell me."

"Among my brother, my cousin, and Mu Mingyuan, who do you think is the prettiest?" The little princess's eyes flashed all over her eyes, "My brother was sitting on the left side of me on the day of the welcome banquet. My cousin is sitting on my brother's left."

"On the day of the reception banquet..." Ye Zhifeng murmured subconsciously following Mo Wanyan's words, and his eyebrows twitched suddenly after a while.

Wasn't the one sitting next to Le Wan that day the great sun who saved the world?

As for the side of the big sun... Isn't it the half-royal, half-killing mixed-color lantern? ?

There was also the little Gongye Mu who was covered in red.

——Damn it, this little girl asked about her blind spot in knowledge.

She couldn't see any of the faces of these three people clearly! !

Ye Zhifeng went numb on the spot.

　The little princess is full of gossip, and the saint is in a daze

　　She is about [-] degrees short-sighted and has no glasses. She is so lucky that she can't see clearly
　　Laugh
　　No sand sculpture can walk out of Qianping coldly
　　另外
　　Robbing the recommended monthly pass?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)