Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

"My servant Yunling, my servant Ruyan has seen His Highness the Eighth Prince."

Both women bowed down.

The voice is crisp and sweet, like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley.

Yunling?like smoke?

Gong Yanmo repeated these two names coolly. [

There was no expression of joy or anger on the face: "This king remembers that the two princesses don't seem to have this name."

The two princesses were slightly taken aback.

It seemed that the Eighth Prince, whose voice shook the world, knew their real names.

Not knowing whether it was worry or joy for a moment, the woman in pink hurriedly said: "Back to the Eighth Prince, General Mi gave this name to my sister... He said that the Eighth Prince would like it."

"Uh……"

Gong Yanmo had a half-smile on his face, and glanced at Mi Min.

Mi Min lowered her head guiltily.

Gong Yanmo waved his hands: "Then you all get up."

Those two princesses were full of reluctance when they first came, but seeing Gong Yanmo's appearance now, they were immediately astonished.

Thinking to herself that she is now a princess of a subjugated country, and her life experience is like duckweed, so she can't help herself to make decisions.

If I can follow this Eighth Prince, even if I am a slave, I am willing to do it!

The princess named Yunling knew how to advance and retreat, so she stepped forward boldly.

Stretched out a slender hand to pour a glass of wine for Gong Yanmo, handed it over with both hands, and said softly: "My lord, Yunling respects you."

Gong Yanmo smiled or not, took it casually, glanced at her, and said indifferently: "You don't hate me?"

Yun Ling covered his mouth and smiled: "Why do slaves hate the prince?"

Gong Yanmo said coldly: "This king destroyed your country and made you prisoners. Don't you hate it?"