Beibei locked her in a wordless manner, then sighed and said lightly, "So, before I die, you have to tell me, what is his name?".

Qingzhi was about to speak but stopped, "...how dare I call the prince by his first name...".

So Beibei collapsed. Although it is very sad to travel to this ungrateful ancient times, our Beibei is a girl who follows the local customs. Qingzhi's behavior is indeed in line with the norms of this era. But who will tell her that she

If you want to know your husband's name, who should you ask?

"Princess... I remember when we were in Nanluo, the queen told you the name of the prince."

Beibei glanced at Qingzhi and said resignedly, "If I remembered this, I wouldn't have caught you and asked.",╮(╯▽╰)╭

"Anyway, no matter what, you must go to the study to talk to the prince, princess! You must keep your word!".

It is true that Beibei feels that she has a great advantage. She has made promises to others, and she must fulfill her promises even if she has to go through mountains of swords and fire. Moreover, this person is the only person she is close to here.

"Okay, okay, why don't you just let the prince go to my room to rest? As for you treating me with such bitterness and hatred." Beibei completely accepted his fate.

Behind the trees, Di Qianmo's calm expression gradually returned to normal. He saw Beibei's expression of reluctance through the gap. He paused and slightly raised the corners of his mouth. The next moment, his figure flashed, and there was no trace of him around.

Before dinner at dusk, Beibei was led by Qingzhi with accusing eyes as she took the food to the study room and knocked the door of the study room politely.

Soon, Di Qianmo's unique cold voice came from the study room, "Come in.".

Beibei pushed the door open and walked in. Her big, sparkling eyes looked around, and then she walked towards the desk lightly and playfully.

"What's up?".

Di Qianmo still didn't raise his head, just drawing something with his pen. When Beibei got closer, he could see clearly that he was drawing a landscape painting.

Beibei didn't know much about painting. Even so, she was still amazed by Di Qianmo's paintings. Each stroke was full of charm. After looking at it for a long time, it seemed that there was a kind of magic, as if she was being sucked into the painting.

.

Beibei quickly moved her eyes away, secretly exclaimed and looked at Di Qianmo, who was still sketching.

"Emperor..." Beibei coughed slightly and changed her name and called him again, "Your Majesty, I see that you have a hard time painting, so I specially brought you dinner."

Di Qianmo didn't speak or raise his head. He waited until he finished the last stroke, then put down the pen and ink and looked at Beibei.

"come over.".

Beibei didn't react and made a sound of confusion.

Di Qianmo repeated, "Come here.".

oh--

Beibei moved her hands and feet to get closer, trying her best to look at him with the smile that she usually thought was the most beautiful.

Di Qianmo coughed heavily at her strange smile, and then flicked the screen with his jade hand, "What do you think?".

Beibei was stunned for a moment, then stared directly at his face and replied, "Good-looking."

"Then describe your intuitive feeling."

Beibei was stunned again and tilted his head slightly, "Intuitive feeling? The beauty of a country and a city is not that of a human being!".

Di Qianmo: "...".

Turning around, I was about to frown and ask her what nonsense she was talking about, when I met Beibei's almost cannibalistic look.
Chapter completed!