Princess, be nice

Chapter 31
Xie Ci calmly replied: "It's the Seventh Prince of the current dynasty. The Seventh Prince has a bad temper. If you offend him, I'm afraid Rong Yuanhou won't be able to keep you."

"My girl has a bad temper." Yuan Changhuan raised his chin slightly, and continued unscrupulously: "What is he looking for you for? I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

"Come and send me the Peach Blossom Festival post, and ask me to do a trial."

"No trouble."

After a slight pause, Xie Ci answered Yuan Changhuan's question, then looked at her seriously, "Can we continue now?"

He was afraid that if the little girl continued talking, he would want to gag her mouth.

That small mouth, as red as a cherry, is more suitable for...

The light-colored thin lips moved.

Xie Ci raised his eyebrows, his long eyelashes drooped, even if he was sitting cross-legged, he still looked like a dragon and a phoenix.

"Then will you open the back door for me?" Yuan Changhuan played with his long black hair, still looking at him with a smile.

"No, study hard." Xie Ci looked at her wrinkled face, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't embarrass me."

He stroked her hair soothingly.

Got patted?

Yuan Changhuan seemed to be in high spirits, clenching his fists, "I will definitely defeat Fu Yan, so I won't embarrass you!"

His eyes moved uncontrollably to her fist, Xie Ci covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Let's get started."

"Although you have a photographic memory, these two pieces of music are still difficult. You should pay attention." Xie Ci explained the fingering to her in detail.

And this time.

The Seventh Prince, who was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, was walking in the palace, his mind full of question marks.

Who the hell is that woman, and why is she so tightly defended.

The focus is still on his elders?

"Seventh Emperor Brother, how did you do this?"

The man in the golden robe headed by Ying Qicheng came face to face with a group of eunuchs and guards behind him.

Ying Qicheng slid over impatiently, but nodded slightly, "Brother Four Emperors."

"See Your Highness Seventh."

"Get up." Ying Qicheng waved his hands at the group of eunuchs and guards, and then faced the eyes of the fourth brother, he could only say: "I accidentally bumped into it."

This was obviously beaten, but he insisted that he was hit.

Ying Sijue's eyes darkened slightly.

"By the way, Brother Four, do we have any young female elders?"

Ying Qicheng suddenly asked.

Such a question made Ying Sijue think of someone, and his father only mentioned it today, "How young, but a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl?"

"Yes, yes, and she is very beautiful!" Ying Qicheng nodded quickly, looking at Ying Sijue expectantly.

"That should be Miss Yuanda from the Marquis of Rongyuan, father's little cousin, our little cousin."

Ying Sijue squinted his eyes, and suddenly jokingly said: "Your face was slapped by her?"

"It turned out to be her!" Ying Qicheng understood, and then jumped up: "I said I hit it myself, no one can beat me!"

"Brother Huang, my face is too frightening, so I won't disturb the queen mother, you can speak for me."

After Ying Si cut his jaw, Ying Qicheng turned around and went in the opposite direction.

Ying Si calmly rolled up the sleeves embroidered with dragon patterns, and headed for the queen's Splendid Palace.

Knowing Yuan Changhuan's identity, Ying Qicheng gritted his teeth with hatred.

However, he could only hold back and heal the injuries on his face first, so as not to lose face at the Peach Blossom Festival.

After all, the Peach Blossom Festival was the first grand event he hosted, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise, wouldn't it be disappointing father.

(End of this chapter)