Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 389 Uncle is too boring

Speechless!

Very speechless!

Besides, the one who will ascend to the throne in the future must marry many women in the harem.

She's not interested in competing for a man with another woman.

Just seeing those aunts and concubines in the Eighth Prince's Mansion fighting all day, she felt tired for Uncle Xuanyuan.

What she likes is a couple for life.

Mo Xiaowan smiled and shrugged: "I'm afraid I'm going to humiliate Princess Ninth's expectations, so I'd better change the princess to read with me."

"Do you want this princess to resist the decree?"

When Princess Nine saw Mo Xiaowan's smiling face, she was furious:

"You think that this princess wants you to be such a useless companion. That's because the prince's elder brother reported to his father and gave it to him by decree. If it wasn't for the prince's elder brother..."

"Sister Jiuhuang, the entrance ceremony is not going? Naughty!"

Princess Jiu was about to blurt out, but was interrupted by Xuanyuan Xing who stepped in.

"Is the bowl also there?"

Xuanyuan Xing wore a gentle smile, because of the unexpected meeting, his eyes were full of surprises.

"Why doesn't brother Xing go to the entrance ceremony?"

Although Xuanyuan Xing seemed to bump into it by accident, Mo Xiaowan always felt that it was a bit strange.

"Brother Prince, it's too rude for you to find a companion for Jiumei."

When Princess Nine saw Xuanyuan Xing, she seemed to be a different person, she was not as aggressive as before, she rushed over and acted like a kitten.

After receiving a cold look from Xuanyuan Xing, Princess Nine supported her chest and stared at Mo Xiaowan: "I'm so angry, this princess needs to go out to get some air."

The painting style changed suddenly, Mo Xiaowan didn't react, the princess had already jumped out with the hem of her skirt.

Hell, and gently closed the door.

As soon as Princess Nine left, Xuanyuan Xing suddenly stared at the hairpin on Mo Xiaowan's head, with a touch of melancholy on his face.

"Sister Xiaowan, why don't you wake up the hairpin that brother gave you?"

"Ah, don't I use it?"

Mo Xiaowan shook his little head: "Uncle Xuanyuan took a fancy to this peony hairpin and dug out a precious stone, so it looks good on it like this."

Xuanyuan Xing's face darkened, and he jumped over with one step, and pulled out the hairpin from Mo Xiaowan's head.

Her black hair like a waterfall floated away.

Xuanyuan Xing was too weird today, Mo Xiaowan was a little surprised: "Brother Xing, what are you doing?"

"Small bowl!"

Xuanyuan Xing stared at the hairpin, his expression was not very good: "This hairpin is not the one that brother Xing gave you."

He handed over the hairpin: "Look, the inside of the petals is engraved with the mark of the emperor's uncle..."

Ah!
The small bowl of Mo took it over and looked at it against the light from the window, it was indeed engraved with Xuanyuanchen's seal.

An inexplicable surprise came to my heart.

This Uncle Xuanyuan is so boring, no wonder that after entering Nanshan Academy, he would be dreamed of in his dreams, this hairpin was taken out last night and put under the pillow, it is strange not to dream of him.

Mo Xiaowan was still secretly delighted, but Xuanyuanchen forced him over one step at a time.

"Xiao Wan, brother Xing is still thinking, why did you return the hairpin I gave you?"

He was a little agitated: "It's all because of the emperor's uncle, isn't it?"

"what!"

Doesn't Uncle Xuanyuan like that amethyst stone?

How could he return the hairpin to Xuanyuan Xing?
Mo Xiaowan expressed surprise.

"Xiao Wan, Brother Xing and you have known each other for a while. We hunted birds, caught frogs and roasted them together. We are very happy together. You won't refuse Brother Xing, right?"

Xuanyuanchen took out the hairpin from his wide sleeve.

Mo Xiaowan was shocked to see that the piece of amethyst was inlaid on the hairpin without being dug out at all.

What does Uncle Xuanyuan mean?
Mo Xiaowan was still thinking about this question in a daze, Xuanyuan Xing grabbed her tender little hand, and was about to stuff the hairpin into her hand.

(End of this chapter)