Holding back the right fist that was about to hit the flower petals, Leng Ning casually glanced at the half of the white robe exposed under the rose flower, and immediately hummed, "So late at night, the Ninth Prince touched Ning'er's sleeping When you come to the house, you won’t be afraid of other people’s remarks!”
A chuckle came from behind the roses, and the bouquet slowly hung down, revealing Jiu'er's smiling face, "Ning'er really has me in her heart, and she even recognized me at a glance. I thought you would mistake me for General Shen or... Where is Prince Dali?!"
Is this guy actually spying on her?!
Leng Ning was angry in his heart, but he smiled as brightly as a flower, "I guessed it was you because you are the only one who can be so childish, wandering around at night and wearing white clothes, just for fear that others won't notice!"
Jiu'er lowered her face and looked at the white robe on her body, and nodded solemnly, "Sure enough, Ning'er still cares about me. You can tell at a glance that I am easily discovered by others!"
Leng Ning still wanted to wait for Ji Qingchen and had no intention of quarreling with him. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Your Majesty came here so late, does he just want to give me these roses?!"
"I just think these flowers are blooming so beautifully. If you don't come to Muxue Palace to see them, I'll just cut some and bring them to you!" Jiu'er came closer to her and smiled ambiguously, "Of course, if Ning'er wants to do something special with me, Yes, I don’t mind either!”
Leng Ning deliberately showed a look of disdain, "Other men like to give women gold, silver, jade, and precious stones. The Ninth Prince is really stingy, but he only gives me some worthless flowers!"
"So what? Gold, silver, jade, and anyone with money can ask for it. I cut these flowers one by one myself, and each one has my heart!" Jiuer stuffed the bouquet in his hand into her arms, and then He stretched out his hands to her and complained, "Look, my palms have been pricked into hedgehogs just to cut these flowers!"
Leng Ning disapproved in her heart, but she looked at his palm naturally. Under the light, the palm was white and shiny, as if it were carved from jade. There was no sign of being punctured anywhere.
She was about to take the opportunity to taunt him, but unexpectedly there was a touch of wet heat on her cheek. When she reacted and kicked him over, Jiu'er had already jumped to the corner of the room, smiling proudly, "A kiss." In exchange for a bouquet of flowers that I, the Ninth Prince, picked personally, Ning'er, you have earned it!"
"You..." Leng Ning raised her hand to throw the bouquet at his face. Halfway up, she suddenly groaned and looked down at the palm holding the bouquet.
"Why, got pricked?!" Jiuer flew over worriedly, stretched out his hand to hold her palm, "Let me take a look!"