Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 242 The prince is so pitiful (recommendation ticket plus update)
"I thought you were the Eighth Prince, you must be omnipotent."

Delicious pastries couldn't stop Mo Xiaowan's mouth, she looked at Xuanyuan Chen with some sympathy: "Uncle Xuanyuan, you are so pitiful, which woman you marry, you can't do it according to your own will? Sure enough, she was born among the royal relatives?" The family is poor, thinking about it, brother Xing and Ayi will not be able to make decisions..."

When she heard Xuanyuan Xing and Murong Yi mentioned, Xuanyuan Chen felt a little blocked.

But when he met her watery eyes, the sympathy on her face made him stunned.

Since he took power, this was the first time someone looked at him with sympathetic eyes, which was really something new.

"My king can do it!"

Just as Uncle Lu was about to interrupt, Xuanyuanchen glanced at him.

Seeing Mo Xiaowan's disbelieving expression, he stretched out his hand and caressed the back of her head lovingly: "I can do it in the future!"

Uncle Lu was stared at by his prince, and he slapped haha: "Look, the island is approaching!"

The prince's temperament is cold, and seeing the small island is close at hand, Uncle Lu thought that Xiaowan could finally start to understand the prince, so he turned around and whispered something to her in private.

The lake in Wangfu looked quite big, but the boat was moving fast, so after chatting for a few words, the boat had already moored on the small island.

Stepping out of the boat cabin, a lush and lush scenery hits the eye, the pebble paths are patchwork, and looking up, the lushness gradually turns into a piece of yellow, and looking up a little bit, there is a fiery red maple leaf, from shallow to deep, It stretches all the way up the mountain.

Along the looming stone road, the layers of colors layered on top of each other make Mo Xiaowan wonder whether to thank the creator for the miracle or the gardener for his magical skill in carefully selecting vegetation.

Just as Mo Xiaowan was about to jump up from the outstretched step, Xuanyuanchen grabbed her waist and jumped ashore with her in his arms.

Green pines and verdant cypresses are planted at the foot of the mountain. This kind of vegetation is evergreen all the year round. It is the lush green that Mo Xiaowan saw.

Further up, apricot trees are planted along the stone road, so the leaves are from light to deep yellow. When the autumn wind blows, the apricot leaves are blown down from the trees and spread on the stone road layer by layer.

All the way up, stepping on an apricot-yellow road, the poetry is infinite.

Mo Xiaowan ran wildly in front, his silver bell-like laughter echoed in the apricot forest, flapping the fallen leaves fluttering in the air by the wind.

Xuanyuanchen used lightness kung fu a little bit, and looked that his pace was not fast, but he followed behind her without missing a step.

Because of her cheerful laughter, Xuanyuanchen felt that the Double Ninth Festival seemed not so boring.

And Uncle Lu shook his fat body, took a box of snacks, and followed Xuanyuan Chen to chase Mo Xiaowan.

"Xiao Wan, are you hungry? Uncle Lu brought you delicious pastries. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yungu picked flowers from the osmanthus tree in the back kitchen and soaked them in butter..."

Uncle Lu chased after Mo Xiaowan, holding a piece of dessert and trying to stuff it into her mouth, the corner of Xuanyuanchen's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to stop the piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"My king is here!"

Uncle Lu was moved by his grandfather feeding him a small bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus cake!
But Mo Xiaomu was attracted by the beautiful scenery, and didn't care who stuffed her mouth.

She is like a puppy, she will eat whatever is stuffed.

Seeing that the mountain road seemed to have no end, turning around a stone road, a piece of red maple came into view. The red maple was unparalleled, and it was even more spectacular than Yafeng Garden.

"Wow, so beautiful!"

Mo Xiaowan stepped on the bluestone slab, catching the red maple leaves fluttering in the wind with both hands, the dancing steps under his feet were spinning, and the light purple skirt fluttered away with the dancing.

When Mo Xiaowan is not being naughty, she can dance like a mountain elf while laughing and dancing.

Xuanyuanchen stopped on the bluestone road a few steps away, looking at her silently, a little absent-minded.

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