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Chapter 531 Prince, do you dare to marry? (40)

Prince Mo An's face turned red, and he tried hard to suppress the panic in his eyes.

For a moment he thought that Jiu'er had found out about his eavesdropping.

Looking at Shang Jiu'er Qingche, he only looked at him with pure doubts, he held his breath, and then suppressed the shyness in his eyes.

"No, I just heard a few words." He explained with some lack of confidence: "Plus, you don't know the generals well. The only one you know well is Vice-General Ning, so you have this guess."

"Oh." Jiu'er didn't do what he thought, and was easily fooled.

Her eyes were shining, and she rested her cheeks: "Sister Ning is Vice General Ning. She is so beautiful, isn't she? She doesn't think of border generals at all, and her skin is whiter than mine."

Jiu'er rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of snow white.

Prince Mo'an's eyes were in a trance, and the face he had just glanced at just now appeared in his mind.

A piece of hibiscus face is as delicate and beautiful as a peach blossom, facing the shimmering light, its beauty is indescribable, and the skin is indeed extremely white, like the snow in winter, reflecting the light white.

It's not the first time we met.

But the last time we met was hasty, because of the inexplicable repulsion in his heart, he left in a hurry without taking a good look.

It's just a few glances quietly tonight, and my heart is not my own.

Mo An bit her lip, and couldn't help but take another peek at the audience.

This time, it was extremely unfortunate that he met those shining eyes.

Tangxi raised her eyebrows lightly, also surprised.

The fundus of the eyes was like the surface of water, with circles of ripples.

Shy and embarrassed, Mo An quickly withdrew his gaze.

Jiu'er's chattering voice was still ringing in her ears.

"... Sister Ning told me another story just now. It's very nice. Brother Ninth, can I tell you now?"

Mo Anxin was still in a mess.

Maybe it's because of a guilty conscience, he always felt that pair of scorching gazes kept falling on the side of his face, and those undisguised gazes made his cheeks feel hot.

At this time, if there was a turtle shell, he would definitely get into it immediately.

How dare he listen to the story at this time.

If she finds out, it's like being confirmed a fact.

He has been watching her.

But he is not ready yet, whether to take this step.

This undoubtedly makes people dare not take the lead.

He quickly grabbed Jiu'er, with his finger on his lips: "Jiu'er, wait a minute, this is not a good occasion for telling stories, and there will be a lot of time in the future, so it's okay to talk slowly."

Jiu'er froze for a moment, a little disappointed: "Okay."

Puckered her lips: "Then I'll go find Sister Ning and ask her to tell me a story."

Run when you're done.

Mo An pulled her back again, and stroked her forehead: "Jiu'er, it's too chaotic down there, you shouldn't go there, Vice General Ning also has his own things to do, and he also needs to communicate with his colleagues, won't it disturb you if you go? she?"

Jiu'er seems to understand but not understand.

She was still young, and she was always protected and ignored by the fledgling royal sisters, so the environment in which she grew up created her pure personality.

She doesn't understand so many reasons.

She just wants to do whatever she wants, and let herself live every day happily.

But now, she seemed to be unable to avoid it.It is necessary to take this step of understanding.

You have to learn not only to follow your heart, but also to be scruples about others.

She looked pitifully at Tangxi under the stage, but finally lost the battle with her little head drooping.

"Okay, then another day, when Sister Ning is not busy, Jiu'er will go to her to listen to the story." She is very sensible.

"Jiu'er is so good." Mo An patted her little head.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to restrain her so much.But being born in the royal family and growing up day by day, some things are unavoidable.

It's time for her to grow up, both physically and mentally.

Jiu'er hung her arms around Mo'an's neck, and the little person was nestled in Mo'an's arms, her big eyes were blinking, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

It always makes people look pitiful.

Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew by.

"Cough cough!" Mo An coughed several times, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

"Master?" Behind him, the palace servant looked at him worriedly.

Mo An tried hard to suppress the discomfort in his throat, frowned and waved his hands: "This hall is fine."

"Master, it's better to go back to the palace first. You are not in good health yet. If the wind blows again and your condition worsens, you may not be able to go out for another month or two."

Mo An paused for a moment.

These words pierced his heart.

He likes the air outside, so naturally he doesn't like being locked in a room like a medicine jar, with no door to get out.

In fact, thinking about it, it doesn't make much sense for him to stay here.

He neither dared to look for Vice General Ning openly, nor could he look secretly, because he would be discovered.

He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes fluttered, like a butterfly, resting on his eyes, casting a beautiful shadow under his eyes.

Putting his arms around Jiu'er in his arms: "Then let's go back to the palace."

The palace people almost wept with joy.

When Jiu'er heard this, her eyes lit up, she hugged Mo'an's neck and acted like a baby: "Brother Jiu, can I go back with you?"

Mo An looked at her suspiciously: "Why?"

"Hee hee." Jiu'er covered her lips and smiled embarrassedly: "Jiu'er is hungry and not full." She looked at the snacks on the table with some resentment.

Like Tangxi, she was also fed up with the craftsmanship of the imperial chef in Mo'an Palace.These foods, which were also made by the imperial chef, were completely unpalatable.

Mo An laughed, and couldn't help pinching her little nose.

"What a snack. Then let's go back together."

"Alas!" Jiu'er responded crisply, and cleverly crawled down from his arms, grabbing his hand: "Brother Jiu, let's go quickly."

"Yeah." Mo An smiled at her, got up slowly with the help of the palace servants, held Jiu'er who only reached his chest, and walked out.

But Jiu'er had a sudden thought, and pulled his hand with bright eyes: "Brother Jiu, wait, let's say goodbye to Sister Ning, and ask her when she will enter the palace again."

When can I finish telling her the story.

Jiu'er was so focused on her own story that she didn't even look up at the expression on the Ninth Prince's face.

If she looked up, she would find her ninth brother's handsome and extraordinary face, which was turning blue and white at this moment.

Before he could react, he was dragged off the stage by Jiu'er, and Da Da ran among the generals.

She looked up at Tangxi, and her crisp voice interrupted the communication between Tangxi and the man beside her: "Sister Ning, we are going back to the palace."

Tangxi looked at the sound, but her eyes slid past Jiu'er and landed on Mo An behind her.

Mo An didn't know what to do with his hands and feet at once, a lot of redness appeared behind his ears, and he tried his best not to let the blush run to his face.

Try to pretend that nothing happened, looking at the ground, the sky, the table, and the people around you.

(End of this chapter)