Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 169 Eight Kings and Master Collided
Xie Wudi saw her cocked her mouth aggrievedly, as if she had been humiliated greatly, curiously leaned over to look at her, and couldn't help laughing heartily.

"The little mud marks on Xiaowan's face are really turning the dragon into a light, and the person looks more playful and lovely."

Emperor Xie Wu praised: "To know Xiao Wan's mischievous temperament well, it can be seen that the Eighth Prince is an interesting person."

interesting?

Can this word have anything to do with Uncle Xuanyuan?

Even the master said she was naughty, Mo Xiaowan suddenly died down, but her mood was not so beautiful.

Xie Wudi seemed to have seen through her small thoughts, and said in a gentle voice: "If Xiaowan doesn't like mud marks on his face, how about you finish your homework today and make up another drawing for your teacher?"

"Yeah……"

Doesn't she want to appreciate the mud marks on her face every day?

The master promised to make another painting, and Mo Xiaowan immediately cheered.

But as soon as she started to get excited, someone threw her good mood into the mud jar.

If you don't see him, hear his voice first.

"Painting the skin and bone is difficult to paint the heart. This king believes that beginners should be taught the skills of fish, insects, flowers and birds. What do you think?"

Feng Wu pushed Xuanyuanchen who was sitting in a wheelchair, and slowly turned out from a pebble path. Mo Xiaowan looked at him, and it was different from the way he saw him in the morning. After only a short while, his face was pale, and his voice was weak when he spoke. Also lowered a bit.

"What the Eighth Prince said is absolutely true."

Xie Wudi had an elegant figure, turned around quietly, his eyes met Xuanyuan Chen's across the air, his expression was neither arrogant nor humble, and he nodded slightly: "I have seen the Eighth Prince."

Although it was only a momentary eye contact, Mo Xiaowan always felt that there was inexplicable hostility hidden in Uncle Xuanyuan's eyes, and although Master was blessed, his arrogance did not diminish at all.

There is an evenly matched coercion in the air, which makes people breathless.

Fortunately, Uncle Xuanyuan was ill, and his aura was not at its peak, so he waved his hand lightly: "Excuse me, master!"

Mo Xiaowan felt that the maple forest was suffocating, and he stepped forward and grabbed Xuanyuanchen's sleeve and shook it: "Uncle Xuanyuan, you're fine this morning, what's the matter with you?"

"Miss, don't worry, the prince is fine."

Xuanyuan Chen's expression was cold, and his face was a little pale. Feng Wu explained at the side: "These palace tasks are heavy, the prince has worked hard, and he has suffered from an old disease of heart pain, but it will only take a few days."

Heartache?

It can't be a heart attack, right?
Is there Hua Tuo alive in this era, can he perform heart surgery?

Mo Xiaowan's eyes dimmed a little, and she was very worried that the big backer she had secured with great difficulty fell down, so who would she rely on in the future.

For a moment, he didn't want to get angry with him because of the mud mark on the painting, so he shook his sleeve and urged: "Uncle Xuanyuan, go back to your room and rest, I will definitely finish the homework assigned by Master obediently, and I will never be naughty and lazy."

"Ok!"

Xuanyuanchen froze for a moment, not knowing whether to cry or laugh?

The little thing knows that he cares about him, he should be happy.

But in this way, he can't use the excuse to accompany Mo Xiaowan and carefully explore Xie Wudi's details.

With just one glance, it seems that Xie Wudi is a little unfathomable. It seems that such a talented wandering scholar is willing to teach a little girl in the Eight Princes' Mansion. It seems that his purpose is not simple.

Feng Yi pushed him towards the cobblestone path in the main hall, and after walking a few steps, Xuanyuanchen turned his head and told Mo Xiaowan: "The portrait I drew for you, remember to hang it in your room."

"what!"

There are ink pads on the face, okay!
Mo Xiaowan pouted his mouth unconvinced.

(End of this chapter)