Everyone likes to hear good words, let alone coming from such a handsome young man. Even though she knew it was a lie, it still made her happy.
"How is it possible?" Liu Jiyuan looked shocked, and it seemed to be the same thing. "You are so young and noble, how could you have such a big daughter? It's incredible. It must not be true."
The smile on Shen Nianqing's lips became deeper and deeper, "Of course it's true, I gave birth to her when I was seventeen."
"I really can't tell," he clicked his tongue in surprise, "In this case, I call you aunt. I'm familiar with both of them. You can just call me by my name "Jiyuan" instead of "Sir, eldest son, short son," it's too polite."
Aorong was extremely speechless at how familiar this man was. Who is familiar with him?
Fang Ming was eating and watching the fun, but his eyes widened when he heard these words, "Jiyuan? Prince Liu? Are you Liu Jiyuan, the crown prince of Hexi?"
He smiled quite contentedly, "I didn't expect that anyone here would know who I am. It's such an honor."
Fang Ming didn't know what to say. Is this really the ruthless and ruthless person in the legend? How could he laugh and curse and be as friendly as an ordinary person?
He looked at Aorong with doubtful eyes and saw her nodding slightly before he dared to believe this fact, "Prince Liu is too modest. Who knows your name?"
"Really?" He had already guessed the identity of the man in front of him. Their brother and sister didn't look alike, except for their eyes, which made them feel a bit familiar at first sight. "This must be Young Master Fang Ming. Sure enough, Yushu Linfeng has a look." "Talent"
Fang Ming was flattered and "didn't dare to take it seriously"
Is he already famous enough for Hedong Shilao to notice? Probably not. He is only somewhat famous in the land of Mo Ting, and has no reputation at all elsewhere.
Liu Jiyuan was talking, but his eyes were looking at the steaming soup, "Auntie, can I drink this soup?"
"Puch!" Aorong couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter. This man really couldn't stand it.
Shen Nianqing was also very happy and got up personally to serve him a bowl of soup.
Liu Jiyuan thanked him repeatedly, held the soup bowl in his hand, and sipped it like a fairy brew.
Aorong kept staring at him, the smile on his face gradually deepened
But I only felt a pain in my arm and came back to my senses.
Qingcang let go of his hand holding her sleeve, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Is it really so beautiful?"
Well, he was jealous again. Han, Aorong shook his head quickly, "It's fun to play tricks like him, but it will get boring after a long time. I also want to eat chicken wings."
Qing Cang felt unwilling to threaten, "If you dare to look at another man again, with such relish, how will I punish you?"
Aorong subconsciously covered his mouth. Yesterday's evil deeds came to mind again, and his cheeks were hot.