His Royal Highness the prince is cute

Chapter 87 Who Do You Like More (8) Fourth Update~
Mu Jingxuan withdrew his gaze, stepped up and walked out of the hall.

"Wait for me." Seeing that he was about to leave, King Ning hurriedly stepped up to catch up, his anxious look was a bit like when he was a little follower back then.

Stepping out of the main hall, the sun was already high, and the warm spring sun shone on the body, making it indescribably comfortable.

The ministers had already left, and there were only two stern-looking guards with knives left at the door. When they saw the two coming out, they hurriedly knelt down and saluted, but the prince raised his hand to stop them.

Mu Jingxuan still had matters to deal with, and he walked faster. King Ning frowned and followed behind his brother, but he couldn't help telling him the news he knew.

"Father is clearly making use of the topic this time. I heard him tell Hu Deyong just now that the empress has no way to teach her younger brother. Go back and draft an imperial decree and send it to the West Palace, telling her to think about her mistakes behind closed doors for a few days and not allowed to come out."

Ning Wang said that the corner of his mouth raised a smirk here, and he looked very malicious. His appearance of being full of bad water did not have the usual gentle and gentle appearance. Seeing that the emperor finally raised his eyes to look at him, he Then he said triumphantly,

"I heard that the Southern Kingdom has sent several stunning singers this time. I'm afraid the father is 'Xiang Zhuang's sword dance is aimed at Pei Gong'. Let's act first, so that the queen has to take care of this even if she is angry. Don’t dare to overdo things with piles.”

Mu Jingxuan's eyes quickly retracted, and there was a touch of disgust in his tone:
"Gossip man."

King Ning stopped doing it as soon as he heard it, and said angrily: "What gossip, I don't care about you! Don't ask me for anything in the future!"

The prince said calmly: "No."

King Ning smiled instead of anger: "So confident?"

The prince glanced at him sideways, and said calmly under his brother's funny eyes: "It's not self-confidence, it's because I never ask for help."

After he finished speaking, he walked away, leaving only King Ning to chew on his words.

After a while, a roar sounded in the corridor: Damn!Are you so narcissistic!Ghosts will volunteer to help you!
Under the yelling, a group of flying crows were startled, but this is another story.

The prince's calm voice came from the front: "Since you are so leisurely, then you can interrogate the assassins caught by the assassins of the general's mansion this morning. I will get the result within three days."

King Ning was stunned for a moment, the General's Mansion?Immediately yelled rejection: "I don't!"

But his words were ignored, and the handsome and handsome figure of that person had turned around the corridor and disappeared around the corner.

King Ning stood where he was, looking at the clear sky, but his heart was dead silent. Did he dig a hole for himself?

As the saying goes, some people are happy while others are sad.

On this side, the prince's wishes come true, and he is proud of the spring breeze, but on the other side, some people are not in such a good mood.

Outside the gate of Qianqing Palace, the empress has been leaning on a pillar and staring at the long palace road for a long time, but she has never seen the long-awaited figure.

Mother Mu was a little distressed, and advised her to go back to the palace to rest, and asked the maid to wait at the door, and the third prince would go in and inform her as soon as he came back.

But the empress was eager to see her son, and she wished to see her precious son soon, so naturally she refused to go back.

At this moment, a guard of honor finally appeared on the palace road paved with white stones in the Han Dynasty. The man at the head had a handsome face and a dignified appearance. When he saw him, the queen's usually reserved face finally couldn't help but burst into great joy. .

(End of this chapter)