The prince is too bad, the princess is too strange

The fat steward turned his head, saw Feng Lince standing behind, and blinked in disbelief, he, did he read it right? !Their stern and majestic prince would also laugh? !Still smiling so...the sun is shining! !

"Slave...have seen the prince..." Qiaoling who was also shocked was the first to recover and saluted.However, a certain prince was still looking at Zhuo Ye's direction with thin lips and staring eyes, completely ignoring her intentions...

Qiao Ling hurriedly ran to Zhuo Ye who had already got up, put on the veil and was about to wipe off the dust, poultry manure and other dirt on her body.

"Don't move!" Zhuo Ye shouted.

Qiaoling was taken aback, and quickly stopped.

"That... is dirty..." Zhuo Ye grinned awkwardly.By the way, it stinks!

"What are you doing?" Feng Lince asked with a smile.

"Catch the goose! Can't the prince see it?" Zhuo Ye said angrily.Seeing the flat smile on Feng Lince's face, Zhuo Ye yelled in his heart: "Damn! Aren't you an iceberg? You continue to be paralyzed! Smile! Smile! Smile! Make your teeth white? Or your face?" Muscle cramps!"

"What are you doing catching geese?" Feng Lince put away her smile and asked leisurely with her hands behind her back.

"Make a feather duster! It is said that it is stronger and more durable than a feather duster, and it hurts more when you beat someone!" Zhuo Ye gritted his teeth.

Feng Lince looked at the angrily Zhuo Ye, and curled the corners of his lips. He knew she was still angry with him for kissing her yesterday...

"Go, help the girl catch the goose." Feng Lince said to the fat steward standing stupidly beside her.

"Ah? Ah... yes, my lord..." The fat steward finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly responded.

I saw the fat steward picked up a bamboo pole from a rattan trellis, yelled and put it into the goose house, then stretched out his hand to grab it, and caught a fat, strong and big white goose...

Zhuo Ye 囧, so the goose is caught like this...

Qiao Ling hurriedly reached out to take the dejected big white goose handed over by the fat steward, and asked Zhuo Ye: "Girl, where do you want this goose feather?"

"I'll do it!" Zhuo Ye held down the big white goose in Qiaoling's hand, picked out the longest and thickest hair tubes from the goose's wings, and then said: "Let it go." He still wanted to continue to catch the goose The fat steward said, "There's no need to catch it, that's enough."

Is this enough?Aren't you going to make a feather duster?Qiao Ling and Fat Steward looked at each other.

Seeing that the goose feather was in his hands, Zhuo Ye said to Feng Lince: "If the lord is fine, Zhuo Ye will leave first." After saying that, without waiting for Feng Lince to speak, he turned around and left...

Qiaoling had already seen Zhuo Ye's attitude towards Feng Lince, so she was not too surprised, she blessed Feng Lince, and chased after her with her skirt in hand.

Seeing Zhuo Ye's disdainful attitude towards Feng Lince, the fat steward became flustered in the wind again!This day, he was really stimulated enough...

"Don't you need to go back and do things?" Feng Lince glanced expressionlessly at the man in charge who was exercising the spirit of the statue, and said coldly.

"Slave, I'm going now..." The fat steward heard the words, his body twitched twice, and he replied in a cold sweat.

Feng Lince ignored him and walked away.

Once back at Fenglin Garden, Zhuo Ye immediately asked Qiao Ling to prepare water!

After taking off the clothes stained with poultry manure and taking a hot bath, Zhuo Ye began to study making quill pens.Qiaoling, who was watching from the side, was at a loss.

When Zhuo Ye skillfully tried to write words on the white paper with the quill pen that he had successfully made, Qiao Ling couldn't help but stare at her almond eyes in surprise!

It turns out that words can be written like this!It turns out that goose feathers can be used in this way!It turns out that the girl's handwriting can be written so beautifully!

Although this quill pen is not as smooth as a fountain pen or a ballpoint pen, it is much more comfortable than a writing brush. Zhuo Ye sighed inwardly. Although it may still be weird in the eyes of others, it is still better than her ballpoint pen. The product of science and technology is more acceptable...