Chapter 132 132: My Father Is Like This, Why Pretend?

Yunran subconsciously looked at Nangong Mo's waist.

It's impossible for him to carry a new pair with him, and it's impossible for him to untie his body, so he can only have someone... measure him on the spot?

Lan Yi waited for a while, but Nangong Mo did not speak. Holding a tape measure in his hand, he took two steps forward slightly.

Blessing the body, "Your Highness, Lan Yi has the guts to make a tailor for you?"

After the words fell, he leaned slightly, making a gesture to measure.

But was blown away by a gust of cold wind, Lan Yi staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

His eyes widened, his face was full of shock, "Your Highness, Your Highness?"

Nangong Mo's expression was indifferent, and his voice was as cold and thin as a snowstorm, without a trace of warmth.

"Is this king's body so close to anyone?"

Lan Yi's eyes trembled, and she quickly knelt down on the ground.

"It was Lan Yi who overstepped! Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Feng Xuan appeared and said to Lan Yi with a blank face, "The princess will know the size of the master, you don't need to worry about this matter, you can just discipline it."

Lan Yi lowered her head, her gaze flickered, and she responded softly, "Yes, Lan Yi knows! It's Lan Yi who didn't think carefully! Your Highness, please punish me!"

Holding her half dog purse in her hand, Yun Ran tilted her head slightly to watch the scene.

【Bird, do you think he is confused? Still, don't you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? 】

[Is there a difference between the two? snort! No culture is terrible! 】

【Cut~! Only you have culture! No matter how educated you are, you are still a bird! 】

[The bird can always be a bird, but you, hehehe... Maybe you will turn into a beast and harm a good and beautiful man! How about it? Do you want to try it? 】

Yunran: "..."

Nangong Mo glanced at Yunran indistinctly, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

That bird, what can you do? It only knows how to talk. If you have the ability, you will do what you say?

What a waste bird!

Yunran and Xianniao didn't know what Nangong Mo was thinking, and they continued to hurt each other for a while, Yunran looked at the dog in his hand, and looked at Lan Yi who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Miss Lan Yi, go back and rest first, today's class is here first."

"Thank you princess."

Lan Yi glanced at her gratefully, and then at Nangong Mo, hesitating a little, not daring to get up.

Yun Ran got up, walked behind Nangong Mo, put one hand on the back of the chair, and the other fell on his shoulder, pinching him.

"Grandpa, please send a message."

The hands are hard and merciless, but the voice is soft.

Nangong Mo twitched the corner of his mouth imperceptibly, and said coldly:

"Didn't you hear what the princess said?"

Lan Yi got up immediately, "Thank you Your Highness, thank you Wangfei."

And stepped back to the side, watching Yunran and Nangong Mo go away, his eyes were dark, and the waves in his eyes were obscure and difficult to understand.

Lu Qiao appeared beside her, making sarcastic remarks with a half-smile.

"Didn't sister Hongluan's loss last time make you remember it? Or is it that sister Lan Yi thinks she is different and will make King Qin treat her differently?"

Lan Yi looked dim, glanced at her, and said nothing.

Lu Qiao waved her round fan, smiling coquettishly.

"Sister Lan Yi really has the delicate appearance of a weak willow and Fufeng, like a delicate flower that can't withstand the wind and rain, which arouses pity."

"It's a pity, His Royal Highness King Qin can't see your weak demeanor. He only has his eyes on that princess."

"I don't know what is so special about that princess? I just look at it. Apart from being a bit presumptuous, she seems to be nothing special?"

"Although she is very beautiful, King Qin can't see it?"

As soon as Lu Qiao continued speaking, the chatterbox could not be shut down. Lan Yi glanced at her with a gloomy expression, and reminded:

"Sister Hongluan fell into the firewood room because of a fall, does sister Luqiao want to send herself in with just a three-inch tongue?"

The smile on Lu Qiao's face froze, and she gave Lan Yi an annoyed look.

"You want me to go in, right? Then you can show yourself in front of His Royal Highness..."

Before Lu Qiao finished speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Lan Yi's dark and cold eyes, and his heart was startled, and the words stuck in his throat.

Lan Yi approached her slightly, and lowered her voice, "This is in Prince Qin's Mansion, I hope sister Luqiao will be more sensible when she speaks. If something goes wrong, no one can protect you."

Stared at by her eyes, Lu Qiao only felt trembling all over, as if she was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

She stepped back a few steps in a panic, distanced herself from her, shook her fan and snorted coldly, "Who are you scaremongering? It won't be my girl who did the bad things."

As he said that, the man had already walked out of the classroom quickly without looking back, as if there was a ghost behind him.

Lan Yi stood where she was, looking at her back with a difficult expression.

...

Yunran pushed Nangong Mo to walk on the bluestone road in the garden, teasing him while admiring the beauty of the setting sun.

"Master, did you say you were pretending to be cold just now? Don't say it, you really did it!"

Hearing this, the man raised his chin slightly, with a cold expression on his face.

"My father is like this, why pretend?"

Yun Ran couldn't help giving him a blank look, "Do you believe what you say? Anyway, I don't believe it!"

Nangong Mo didn't make any further excuses. After all, it was a bit of a slap in the face to say that he was cold in front of Yun Ran.

"How is your embroidered token of love for the Lord?"

Yunran: "..."

[You are a prince and still lack a sachet? ! 】

[Besides, how can anyone chase after something like a token of love? 】

"It's almost time, the embroidery can be completed in about a month."

"A month?"

"Hmm. Do you think it's too fast?"

Nangong Mo: "..."

"Well, it's much faster than a snail."

Yunran silently rolled his eyes, thinking of what happened at night, let's not bother with him for the time being.

"By the way, I've been embroidering dogs for a long time today. I'm too tired! Go to bed early at night, don't disturb me at night!"

Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows calmly.

Heh... Damn girl, don't think he doesn't know what she's up to.

"You haven't even embroidered a dog after embroidering for a long time, how dare you say you're tired?"

When Yunran heard it, he almost couldn't hold back and slapped him on the head.

"Do you think embroidery is easy? If it were you, you might not even be able to embroider a dog's leg. At least this girl embroidered half a dog!"

Nangong Mo: "..."

How dare a dead girl be arrogant?

Don't take a good look at it. Is it a dog in her embroidery?

If the dog looks like that, ghosts will have to detour when they see it.

"Are you sure what you embroidered is a dog?"

"If it's not a dog, it could be you?!"

Nangong Mo: "..."

If the master grows up like that, he will dig a hole and bury himself now.

...

After nightfall, Yunran had an early meal and went to bed.

Nangong Mo also kept his promise and did not disturb her.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Yun Ran got up and changed into the night clothes she had prepared earlier in the morning, and then turned out of the window.

Outside the door, the moon is bright for nine days, and the breeze is lonely.

Yunran took out a small round box and opened it, and a small silver butterfly flew out from it.