Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

"Alas, I thought you were the one who knew me best. I told you everything. Who knows you today..." Meng Xiaoxiao didn't go on, looking a little sad.

"Sorry, Xiaoxiao, I had a bad temper just now. I apologize. Don't be angry, will you?" Xiao Molan said sincerely.

In fact, his most nervous person is Meng Xiaoxiao. He doesn't have the heart to quarrel with her at all.

But just now he saw Meng Xiaoxiao and Ning Feng coming back together on a white horse. It was really hard for him.

And he didn't have any position to interfere with Meng Xiaoxiao's things. He had to say that he was angry for brother Xuan.

"Well, I'm not angry. I wasn't really angry with you." Meng Xiaoxiao's mood gradually calmed down and said sincerely: "Xiaolan, I know you are the best for me. Even if you quarrel with me, it's because you care about me."

"Will you meet him tomorrow?" Xiao Molan asked softly. Tiny beads of sweat were seeping out of his palm for fear that his beloved girl would say she would go to another man's date. It was a torture for him.

"I'm tomorrow... Hehe, I won't tell you. Guess for yourself." Meng Xiaoxiao smiled mischievously and deliberately sold it.

"Xiaoxiao, I want to make it clear to you that you can't go! If you go, I will..." Xiao Molan was in a hurry and couldn't help pulling Meng Xiaoxiao's sleeve, but half of the words behind didn't come out.

"How about you?" Meng Xiaoxiao asked, looking at him with cold eyes.

"I'll tell brother Xuan!" Xiao Molan blurted out and blushed again.

"Ha ha, Xiaolan, you are really your brother xuange's good brother. If he is not at home, you can help him supervise me. I won't tell you about tomorrow, just think about it yourself." Meng Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a little funny. Lovely Xiaolan is really pure and lovely.

Gently took out his sleeves from Xiao Molan's hands and smiled: "Xiao Lan, can we not talk about this? Talk about something else interesting."

Xiao Molan was about to speak, but they suddenly heard qingqingjiao's whiny voice: "three princes, princess, what a coincidence, you're here."

Meng Xiaoxiao and Xiao Molan looked back and saw Qingqing coming slowly from the path of the palace garden with spring snow. In Chunxue's hand, she also carried a large exquisite bamboo bird cage, which contained several snow-white pigeons.

"Yes, I just came back from playing outside. Qingqing, when did you have the hobby of raising pigeons?" Meng Xiaoxiao said, wondering why Qingqing suddenly raised birds? I have never seen these pigeons in the palace before.

"Alas, princess, you also know that the prince is often absent from the palace. Unlike you and friends like the third prince, I often come to talk with you. My side is really lonely. I bought these pigeons in the bird market yesterday when I went shopping." Qingqing sighed and said. Her soft eyes, with some hidden resentment, glanced at Xiao Molan standing next to Meng Xiaoxiao intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiao Molan was not used to being watched by such an affectionate woman. He was a little uncomfortable. He only nodded politely to Qingqing, turned his head and pretended to see the scenery next to him.

"Hehe, Qingqing, it's a long time for the Lord to be away from the Palace this time. You can't come back until half a month later. You're right to buy these birds to accompany you." Meng Xiaoxiao smiled faintly.

"Why did it take so long for the Lord to come back? Why didn't he go back to the palace when he left?" Qingqing was a little stunned, and her charming eyes showed an alternating look of surprise and disappointment.

"He has something to do, I can't say exactly." Meng Xiaoxiao thought and could only answer Qingqing like this.

"Oh." Qingqing said nothing more this time.

Meng Xiaoxiao looked at Qingqing's lost look and suddenly felt a trace of sympathy for her. It's pathetic for an ancient woman like her to place all her spiritual pillars on a man.

Daily life is dressing up, flirting, waiting for that man to spoil himself.

When you are young, you may be able to win some favor from men by virtue of your youth and beauty. When one day the years grow old, the color fades and the scenery is no longer beautiful, and the outcome is generally very sad.

"Qingqing, the Lord is not in the palace these days. I'm going to take zhier back to the general's house for a few days. You take care of the daily affairs of the palace here. The Lord will praise you when he comes back." because he has some sympathy for Qingqing, Meng Xiaoxiao speaks to her in a gentle tone at the moment.

"The princess also wants to go back to her mother's house?" Qingqing asked with a smile. The disappointment on her face just now has been swept away.

"Yes, go back and accompany my mother," Meng Xiaoxiao said.

"Princess, I met your sister-in-law yesterday. It's really a rare beauty in the world. Is she okay?" Qingqing asked casually, with an uncertain light in her eyes.

"She... Of course." Meng Xiaoxiao pondered for a moment and looked at Qingqing unexpectedly: "you pay close attention to my sister Su Ying?"

"Hehe, it's the princess's sister-in-law, and it's so beautiful that our women are jealous. I'll ask." Qingqing smiled disguised and turned away from Meng Xiaoxiao's inquiring eyes.

Looking at Qingqing's slightly unnatural eyes, Meng Xiaoxiao's heart couldn't help passing a strange surprise. Why does Qingqing seem to care about sister Su Ying? Is it because of Xiao Moxuan? Or is there another reason?

"Princess, please talk to the third prince slowly. I'll leave first." Qingqing doesn't seem to want to stay here any longer. She hurriedly said goodbye and left with Chunxue.

The large bird cage with exquisite workmanship also wandered away with their departure.

Watching Qingqing's back go away together, Meng Xiaoxiao said to himself, "do people with empty psychology like to keep pets?"

"She is not an ordinary pigeon." Xiao Molan said thoughtfully.

"What is that? As like as two peas," Meng Xiao Xiao is somewhat strange. In her eyes, the green dove is just like the ordinary dove.

"The size of ordinary pigeons is not so big. You see, the pigeon she raised is very big, with full chest and abdomen and long legs. It should be a specially trained carrier pigeon." Xiao Molan patiently explained to Meng Xiaoxiao.

"Ah? Carrier pigeon? It's the kind of pigeon that can send messages to people?" Meng Xiaoxiao was even more surprised and didn't understand. "Why does Qingqing still have this elegance? Raising carrier pigeons to play? She doesn't need to send messages to anyone."