Yun Youlian glanced at the snacks on the table with disgust, turned around, took the bowl from the maid's hand, and handed it to Mo Liancheng.
"Leave it alone." Mo Liancheng waved his hand, his eyes still focused on the painting in his hand, as if he didn't want to stop for a moment.
"No, Your Majesty, how can you not eat something? This is not good for your health. This is my wish. How could your Majesty do this?" Yun Youlian said, with a slight wetness in his eyes, as if he was letting go.
Mo Liancheng's words broke his heart.
Chichichi! This woman, this act is even more extreme than hers?
Qu Tan'er shook her head, moved her lips, but didn't say anything, and continued to polish the ink.
"Your Majesty, just drink as much as you want." Yun Youlian was dissatisfied and insisted on letting Mo Liancheng drink porridge.
"Oh, I happen to be hungry. Since Brother Bage won't drink, why not let me drink it?" Mo Jingxuan really couldn't stand it, and he happened to be hungry.
"I'm sorry, the Fourteenth Prince. If the Fourteenth Prince really wants to drink porridge, then Youlian can ask the servant to bring you another bowl." Yun Youlian refused without even thinking about it.
"That's no need." Mo Jingxuan shrugged, too lazy to pay attention to such a trivial matter, and poured tea to drink.
"Your Majesty, which courtyard maid is this? Why have I never seen you before? Is she a new one? However, seeing that this maid doesn't look very good, why don't I ask the prince to replace him with a maid with flexible hands and feet?
Come here, lest she do things poorly and make you unhappy." Yun Youlian glared at Qu Tan'er. Since Qu Tan'er had just married into the palace not long ago, and she maintained her aloofness, she didn't go to the Xueyuan to pay her respects at all, so she didn't see her today.
Qu Tan'er thought she was a maid, but such a beautiful maid was also a strong rival to the women of the Eighth Prince's Palace.
"I'm not a maid." Qu Tan'er replied softly, lowering her head and continuing to polish her ink. Although she replied to Yun Youlian, her gaze never came into contact with her glare. Instead, she simply ignored her.
thorough.
"If you're not a maid, then why are you in the study? And you're also helping the prince polish his ink. From the first glance, you are destined to be a maid. You have to have a figure but not a figure, and you have to have an appearance that doesn't look the same. Do you still want to be a princess?"
"I am indeed not a maid."
"She is indeed my king's princess."
Qu Tan'er and Mo Liancheng responded with the same calm voice almost at the same time.
It's so weird that there's not even a trace of dissatisfaction left, which makes people wonder, do they still know what it means to be angry?
Qu Tan'er glanced at Yun Youlian, then turned to Mo Liancheng. Without saying anything, she continued to rub the ink.
This woman, as soon as she opens her mouth, makes people feel annoying... she is so arrogant.
"Oh! It turns out that she is the fourth young lady who married from the Qu Mansion. The younger sister has met the princess. However, the younger sister heard that the princess was not very favored when she was in her mother's family. But she didn't expect that when she arrived at the Eighth Prince's Mansion, she would
I don’t deserve the prince’s favor either. Look at my mouth. It’s just not pleasing to people. If I say something that offends the princess, please don’t be offended.” Yun Youlian glanced at Qu Tan’er coldly and said what she said.
Acrimonious, not sparing any face.
"How could that happen?" Qu Tan'er smiled faintly, with a good attitude and good temper, and even her expression never changed that much.
This woman, if you want to say it, just say it, and you don't have to say it so harshly. You still put on a look of contempt on her face. Damn it.