The Female Lead She Really Is Not Sweet

after this day.

There is one more news about the prince in the prince's palace.

First, in the middle of the night, a guard saw the prince and a handsome young man behaving intimately, and suspected that the two had gone back to the bedroom.

Immediately afterwards.

It was that handsome young master who walked out of the prince's bedroom in a grand manner the next day.

This time, not only the guards saw it, but also many court ladies and eunuchs.

Of course, the news spread around.

But no one dared to say anything more.

I can only say that the prince has a very good relationship with that mysterious and handsome young man.

After all, the prince is deeply favored by the emperor, who wants wind to get wind and rain to get rain, and the prince has always had a bad temper.

In this deep palace, no one dared to offend the prince, if he was careless, his head would be lost.

Naturally, rumors are only dared to speak in private, and even a guess, no one dared to speak.

The news quickly spread to the prince's group of accompanying readers.

Unlike those court ladies and eunuchs, the princes dare not guess.

At home, they have been pampered since childhood, and they have a lot of knowledge.

Therefore, some people couldn't help but start to speculate, if the news is true, could it be... the prince has a special hobby? ? ?

But it doesn't make sense, the prince is notoriously unfeminine, how could he be fascinated by a handsome young man?

Wait... Just because you're not feminine... doesn't mean you're not masculine.

Soon, these idle young masters became more and more outrageous.

There are even people who say that these people are clearly candidates for accompanying readers, but in fact...

Tsk, I can't elaborate.

These young masters got together, and boredly began to guess, who is that handsome young master, who can be favored by the crown prince.

At that time.

Mysterious and handsome son - lovely tea.

Sitting with Mo Xinghuan for lunch.

When the two were together, the eunuchs and court ladies were all waved back.

There were only the two of them in the bedroom.

Chacha had nothing to pay attention to, and was very happy.

In the past few days, Chacha has been kept in the dormitory by Mo Xinghuan, and basically has not been out of the dormitory.

Her daily life: eating, sleeping, dazed, chatting with Mo Xinghuan...

Then?

Gone.

Very boring.

Qiqi, who had collapsed to the point of being offline, also went online, and found some novels for her to read, such as "XXX Biography", "XX Concubine", "XXX Raiders".

Chacha, "..." wasted my mind and didn't want to read it.

She wants to go out for a walk.

after dinner.

The little girl came up to Mo Xinghuan and tugged at his sleeves, looking as cute as she could be.

The man's face changed, "..." If you have something to say, just say it, don't be a good boy.

I can't stand it.

He looked away with a dark face, not daring to look at her.

Seeing him look away, the little girl was unhappy.

"Your Highness? Look at me, look at me!"

The man froze and turned his gaze back to her.

Those wet eyes slammed into the bottom of his heart, he had no choice but to reach out and rub her head.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Chacha shook her head, "No, no, look at me, don't I look like a moldy osmanthus cake?"

Mo Xinghuan was taken aback, "???" What kind of metaphor is this.

Chacha was very satisfied with his reaction and explained with a smile.

"I want to go out to bask in the sun, you can go out for a walk every day, and I want to go out for a walk too!

Smell it, is it a musty smell? If you don't let me go out, I will really get moldy! "

As she spoke, she stretched out a hand to Mo Xinghuan's nose.

The man was startled for a moment, then he firmly grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, his dark eyes were full of smiles.

"There is no musty smell, only fragrance, and the tea is fragrant and sweet."

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