Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 45 Qingqing Zijin, take my heart leisurely (reward plus more)

She was so good at threading needles that she forgot that she was in the study of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, bowing her head and stitching up the torn robe stitch by stitch.

She was very serious when she sewed clothes, she only thought about how to use the embroidery method taught by her mother to sew the gown as perfectly as ever...

Although Xuanyuanchen said he was buried in the paperwork, he was actually moving around Mo Xiaowan little by little. He had already noticed her, because he was curious about what she was going to do, so he didn't bother to point it out.

Unexpectedly, she moved to the corner of the study to pick up the dress. What was even more funny was the movement of her little butt on the chair.

This girl was also naturally bold, so she just moved to the chair openly and began to thread needles on the ragged clothes.

Xuanyuanchen pretended to get up to look for books, walked to the bookshelf lightly, and looked at her with great interest.

She was very devoted to mending the clothes, the light was projected on her delicate face, her eyes were slightly closed, which made this wild girl look a little gentle and lovely.

He stood behind the bookshelf, not too far away, and could even clearly see the fine hairs on her face.

Xuanyuanchen's gaze on her body became softer and softer. If Mo Xiaowan raised his head at this moment, he could see the deep and indelible affection in the softness of those eyes.

Until Mo Xiaowan put away the needle and bit off the thread of the needle with his mouth, Xuanyuan Chen froze at that action, and turned his face to pick out a book at random.

Turning around again, his expression was already calm, and his voice was so faint that no emotion could be heard.

"The small ink bowl..."

Mo Xiaowan sewed the shirt, and was about to fold it flat and put it back on the low table, when he heard Xuanyuan Chen's voice, his hands trembled in fright, and the robe fell to the ground.

"My lord..."

Mo Xiaowan quickly picked it up from the ground, dusted off the dust, and held up the robe as if claiming credit: "Look, my lord, this robe is finished!"

Her eyebrows and eyes are full of smiles, like an obedient child who is looking for praise from an adult and expecting to reward her with a candy.

Xuanyuan Chen was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the clothes she held up. The stitches under the armpits were so fine and dense that if they weren't close, they wouldn't be able to see it if they weren't careful.

Such a scene seemed familiar, reminding him of his mother and concubine who used to live in a secluded palace, his heart throbbed violently, and suddenly he brushed off the clothes she lifted up.

"Without my king's permission, you are not allowed to touch my things in the future."

His voice sounded sullen, and he looked at him with disgust.

What's up with him?
Mo Xiaowan was confused and did a good deed, but was reprimanded for no reason, which made her feel wronged.

She threw the clothes on the low table, pouted her mouth angrily, and wanted to run out of the study, when she suddenly thought that she was now her personal book boy.

"Fold the clothes!"

After Xuanyuanchen ordered her, his voice was light: "Come here, read this book to me."

Mo Xiaowan had no choice but to fold the clothes that were randomly thrown on the low table, snatched the book in his hand angrily, opened a page and read angrily.

"Guanguan Jujiu, in the river continent. A fair lady, a gentleman is so good..."

Mo Xiaowan read a few words, but also froze for a moment.

"Book of Songs"?
Why do I feel like laughing for no reason.

Xuanyuan Chen said with a cold face, "Change another song."

Mo Xiaowan skipped a page as if playing a prank, picked out a song with a smirk and read it: "The beauty of the peach is shining brightly. When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family..."

Xuanyuanchen's black head and black face: "Change to another song."

"Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin……"

The darker his face became, the happier Mo Xiaowan felt. The unhappiness just now dissipated, and he read more and more loudly, shaking his little head triumphantly.

Xuanyuanchen slammed the table with a gloomy face: "Enough! Change to another one!"

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