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Chapter 552 Prince, do you dare to marry? (61)

She turned around immediately, looking at Mo An who was climbing up the stairs with burning eyes.

I haven't seen him for three years, but he is still a boy when he returns.

The delicate eyebrows are stretched, the eyes are like spots of paint, the stars are falling into his eyes, the thin lips are slightly pursed, but people can think of what a beautiful picture it will be when the corners of the lips are slightly raised.

Time seemed to stand still on him, without any change.

Tangxi couldn't help but hold her breath, watching him quietly as he climbed up the steps and walked up to her step by step.

There is only one person's distance between them.

It's not that close, but compared to his attitude of avoiding rejection three years ago, this distance is incredibly close.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she seems to be able to feel his gentle breath hitting her body, the faint scent of medicine, entangled with the sweet fragrance, rushing towards her.

Taking a deep breath, his chest was filled with his smell.

Tangxi's eyes became brighter, the corners of her lips curled up, and her smile was brighter than the flowers in the garden.

"Mo'an, you're here."

There have been countless times for the first time.

Tangxi has long been dissatisfied with the alienated title of the Ninth Prince, and the person in front of her has no objection, so of course she wants to call it that way.

Mo'an, Mo'an, what a nice name.

"Yeah." Mo An couldn't help but smile, his overly white face turned red, and his voice was gentle and pleasant: "I kept you waiting for a long time."

"No, I just waited for a while." Tangxi quickly denied.

Mo An couldn't help laughing.

He knew the real situation very well. She waited for a full two quarters of an hour.

But he didn't say much, turned his eyes to look at the stone table, tea and fruit had already been placed, only one teacup was filled with water.

There was a small half of the tea in the cup, still steaming.

It seems she is satisfied.

There was a three-point smile in his eyes.

He slightly raised his hand, and the palace servants behind him rushed in and removed most of the fruit plate, leaving only a plate of grapes.

Open the food box layer by layer, and all kinds of delicate and fragrant dim sum are placed on the table.

Tangxi froze for a moment.

As soon as his hand became hot, Mo An took the initiative to hold her. He took her and sat on the stone bench before letting go and sitting beside her.

"I don't know what kind you like, so I ordered the kitchen to make more. You can try it."

Tangxi hadn't recovered from being held by the hand just now.

The hands were stiff and did not dare to move, as if there was still a trace of silky touch left.

I didn't have time to think, so I nodded with a smile: "I like it, as long as it is from you, I like it."

Mo'an: ...

His heart seemed to be rubbed, it was soft and hot.

He quietly glanced at her eyes, the clear eyes could only accommodate his figure, it was summer, and the countless blooming flowers in the garden could not enter her eyes.

As if wholeheartedly, only looking at him, only liking him.

Before he knew it, Mo An's ears turned red.

He raised his hand and touched his earlobe inadvertently, closing his eyes slightly.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the palace people standing behind him, frowned, and suddenly felt that they were an eyesore, and they were not qualified to be used as background boards.

The voice was low: "Go down."

The palace people looked at each other in blank dismay, but still did not dare to disobey his order and left one by one.

They were all standing in the distance, unable to see or hear any movement in the pavilion, Mo An expressed satisfaction and looked away.

As soon as he turned around, he met Shang Tangxi's focused eyes.

Behind him, he didn't know how long he looked at it, and he didn't notice it.

Tangxi was not shy when he found out.

She naturally put her elbows on the stone table, leaning on the side of her face, picked up a small snack with one hand, and threw it into her mouth.

While chewing, he stared at Mo An intently.

Mo An felt uncomfortable being watched by her, and the back of her ear was terribly hot.

He couldn't help but tilt his head, avoiding her sight.

"Eat more if it tastes good." He took the initiative to take the plate, put it in front of her, and said after a pause: "This is Jiu'er's favorite. It is always said to be sweet but not greasy. The aftertaste is endless. I can't get tired of eating it for three years." , you try it too."

Jiuer...

Tangxi's movements paused, and that cute little fat face appeared in her mind.

The little hand is ready to move.

I haven't seen you for three years, to be honest, I'm a little bit tentative.

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However, it was only then that she realized what was missing.

The innocent little princess is missing.Three years ago, she was the most obsessed with herself, and she was also the most supportive audience of her storytelling.

But when he left three years ago, he couldn't see her when he came back now.

Don't know what she looks like now?In three years, she should have grown into a big girl.

Tangxi regretted not being able to witness with her own eyes the appearance of the little imperial daughter's [-]th transformation, and not being able to pinch that little fat face that she never forgets.

"Is the little princess all right?"

Pack up your mood, she asked with a smile.

"Okay." Mo An glanced at her, perhaps thinking of Jiu'er, with a doting look in his eyes: "She has grown up, she is very beautiful, she has the demeanor of the empress when she was young, and the empress likes her very much. "

Of course, no one knows how much of this is Ai Wu Ji Wu.

"That's good." Tangxi felt relieved.

It doesn't matter if you can't see it, as long as you are a good person.

It wasn't Mo'an after all, she only thought about it for a while and then threw it aside.

Staring at Mo'an with burning eyes: "What about you? Are you okay? I heard from the female officer that your health is slowing down. Is there a knot in your heart? What kind of knot is it? Can you tell me?"

Mo An was taken aback, glanced at her, and couldn't help biting his lip at her undisguised concern.

His body is really not good.

A serious illness in five days, a small illness in three days, almost the whole person was soaked in the medicine jar.

But he doesn't know what's going on in his heart.

Loneliness and bewilderment flashed across his eyes.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about it, it's just some minor ailments, the imperial doctor said, take medicine and you'll be fine."

Tangxi frowned slightly.She wanted to ask more carefully, she was worried about his body, and wanted to untie his knots and make him better.

But Mo An refused to say more.

He pinched another piece of snack and stuffed it directly to the mouth of Tangxi, getting close unexpectedly.

How could Tangxi be willing to refuse.

She swallowed what she wanted to say, opened her mouth gently, and took the piece of snack away.

Asking later is obviously out of date.

This topic was lightly exposed in this way.

After all, they are still not familiar with each other. Although they like each other, they don't know each other well enough. They have nothing to talk about, so they can only sit together speechless, eating snacks and drinking tea.

Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, it is quiet and beautiful.

But the problem is, it's too quiet.

Tangxi couldn't take it anymore, and offered: "Want to hear a story? Shall I tell you a story?"

Mo An's eyes lit up.

Jiu'er has been relying on the stories he has heard over and over again for three years to satisfy his hunger, so he naturally does not give up.

I've been wanting to hear new stories for a long time.

He controlled his expression and nodded reservedly: "I want to hear it."

"Then I'll tell you." Tangxi smiled, straightened his sitting posture, thought for a while with his chin in his hands, and then began to tell.

(End of this chapter)