deadly mantra

Chapter 817 The prince who grew up in the sea is so lenient
Ji Fanyin stood up and stared at the red plum in the center of the courtyard:

"Xuan Benbenben, help me get another snowball."

Qing Yuxuan glared at Ji Fanyin angrily, walked over, rolled up the fallen snow on the plum blossoms, and made it into a snowball the size of a fist.Ji Fanyin reached out to take it, kneaded it a few times in his hand, then brought it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.

Qing Yuxuan asked curiously:
"The ones that fall on red plums will be more fragrant?"

Ji Fanyin smiled, looked at him and answered:
"No."

"Then what do you smell?"

"It smells like snow."

Hearing the sound, the corners of Qing Yuxuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he stared at her like a fool:
"What does snow taste like? It's icy and cold, and eating it will make you feel sick."

Ji Fanyin tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of suspicion:
"You have eaten?"

"You're asking, who hasn't had a few mouthfuls of snow as a child?"

Ji Fanyin stared at Qing Yuxuan for a moment and sighed from the bottom of his heart:

"No wonder he is so stupid now. His emotions are caused by eating too much dirty food when he was a child, which damaged his brain."

Qing Yuxuan spread his hands:
"You dare to say that you haven't eaten a bite of snow out of curiosity since you were a child."

Ji Fanyin smiled slightly, and a dark light flashed in her eyes:

"What's so good about winter? The snow beats the wind, the dripping water turns to ice, and the cold wind bites my skin. It's no fun. When I was a kid, I wished there were only spring and summer in the world. Even autumn made me bored."

This was the first time in Qing Yuxuan's life that he saw someone who didn't like winter. Moreover, during the snowball fight last night, she acted novel and happy. He thought that she was looking forward to the snow the most like him:

"I like winter, especially snowy days. Every time it snows, my mood becomes inexplicably more pleasant. Why don't you like winter?"

After standing outside for a short while, Ji Fanyin felt a chill extending from the palms of her hands to the bottom of her heart. It was so cold that she raised her wrist and threw the snowball out of the corridor. She clapped her hands and said, "If you don't like it, you don't like it." , what reason can there be, just that winter is not pleasing to the eye."

Qing Yuxuan laughed:
"Hey~ You are so awesome. You can even look down on winter. Who do you think you are? A snake hibernating in a hole?"

"Can't you tell whether I'm a living person or a snake, insect, and ant in a hole? Where are my eyes? They're just decorations." Ji Fanyin raised her eyes with amusement in her eyes, but the smile raised at the corner of her mouth was somewhat cold. : "Just think of me as a hibernating viper, then who are you? A little prince who grew up in the sea, you are so lenient."

"you!"

"What are you doing? You can't quarrel with me every time, and you insist on talking back. If I don't quarrel with you, who will I quarrel with?"

Qing Yuxuan was so angry that his teeth chattered. He flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Ji Fanyin reached out and grabbed his arm, raised her slender eyebrows and said:

"Xuan Benbenben, don't think that I have to provide for you when I get to your territory. What's wrong with you? The Crown Prince is amazing, and you dare to show your face to me. You have grown up."

Qing Yuxuan pursed his lips, his handsome face was tense, and a few hairs hung down on his ears and danced in the cold wind.

In a few hours, he almost looked through the entire city. Everywhere he went, he carefully compared it according to her requirements.

On the way to the south of the city, the snow on the ground was too thick. He slipped on his feet and fell. His clothes got wet. He bought a new pair on the street and continued to look at the house.

Even though we were not traveling together, we could tell by the tiredness on his face and the messy hair that he had worked hard today.

Ji Fanyin's expression softened, he took a long breath and said:

"It's not my fault that you were the first to blame. You like your snowy days, and I hate my winters. These are unrelated things, but I have a bad temper, and you know that."

(End of this chapter)