Playful and cute concubine

Chapter 130 Ah Mo is deflated
"Hey, little brother, you said that Mr. Kejing... Princess! Young master!"

Suddenly, there was a loud scream in the restaurant!Was scared silly!
Isn't this the little lord in front of me!

With this gossip uncle's voice, all the aunts, ladies and ladies in the building all looked over in unison!

Xilingmo grinned out a row of white teeth, spread his fan, posed in a handsome handsome pose, raised his eyebrows calmly, and waved to everyone with green eyes!
"Goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, before everyone could react, they flew at the speed of light!In a blink of an eye, only the back of Xilingmo's handsome head was seen!
"Little Lord!"

"Young Lord, wait for my servant!"

Xilingmo is like a broom star, sweeping away with smoke and dust wherever it passes!
Uncles, aunts, aunts, old women, old and young are all screaming ghosts and gods, carrying a basket and following behind screaming and chasing after him. Xilingmo's skills are really amazing!

Seeing that Feng Yi, who originally planned to call her, was so frightened that he dared not speak out. Looking at the frightening mass of rolling dust behind her, he was afraid that he would become the first prince to be trampled to death when he was sent to Xiling.

He swallowed and watched immorally.

He finally knew why Jin Ninghou's qinggong was so against the sky.

In an instant, my unbalanced heart was relieved.

"Third Brother, this Marquis of Jin Ning will not forget today's competition, right?" The Eighth Prince sitting next to Feng Yi looked at the red dust that disappeared before his eyes with a little surprise.

"The two three-eights really have the time to watch the fun." A cold, panting voice sounded behind the Eighth Prince.

Fengyi was shocked!
"you are not……"

"What about me?" Xi Lingmo snorted, supported the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured it down with his head raised!
Fengyi laughed dryly, this guy is really lucky!
Xilingmo finally calmed down a bit, he ran all the way, and escaped in chaos, really embarrassed. "How does the third prince plan to compare?"

Xiling Mo picked up a white porcelain painted turquoise teacup with his index finger, took a sip, and cast a sideways glance at Feng Yi.

"In terms of lightness kung fu, you can't compare to me by one-tenth, in terms of swordsmanship, you can't match by one-fifth, in terms of shooting... Hehe!" Xilingmo looked at Fengyi with contempt.

Fengyi has gotten used to Xilingmo's venomous tongue, and has figured out a way to deal with it by turning a blind eye.

"Jin Ninghou is really all-rounder, why not compare embroidery with us?"

"Embroidery?" Xilingmo's jaw almost dropped, he was stunned, his tongue was so hot that he couldn't feel it.

"Hmph!" Feng Yi felt very accomplished, and continued to add insult to injury. "Marquis Jin Ning, how about embroidery?"

Xilingmo: "..."

What is capsized in the gutter?She is.

Xilingmo has always felt that she is all-rounder in cultural relics, and there is really nothing difficult to defeat her. If there is anything that regrets the most in this life, it is embroidery!
When she was young, she was pierced with the middle finger of a needle, which caused her to cry and howl for a long time. From then on, she became mad when she saw a needle. Naturally, because of her status, she seldom embroidered these things by herself, so she never took a needle and thread again.

Let her embroider?

I guess I fainted when I saw the needle.

"This... Third Prince Feng... Embroidery has always been a female..."

"Marquis Jinning, it is said that the craftsmanship of weaving seven stars in Su embroidery in Xiling has been passed down for hundreds of years." Fengyi said with a strange air of yin and yang.

Xilingmo was speechless.

There is a Yunxiufang in Suzhou, Xiling Kingdom, where there are seven master weavers, and the flowers embroidered are even fake and genuine, and are very popular in Xiling.But these seven people are not embroiderers, but seven men!

(End of this chapter)