Any gift from him would have been happily accepted by any other woman, but she didn't know what to do and dared to refuse.
"Your Highness, this servant also wants to make money to support himself. If he doesn't make money, who will support him?"
"I will support you." He spat out a few words lightly.
Mu Lingyue coughed again, and after a long while, she swallowed her saliva and said, "I still think it's better to support myself."
He snorted softly, "A woman who contradicts herself."[
Mu Lingyue smiled coquettishly, rolled her eyes twice, then changed the subject and said, "Your Highness, look, the moon is so round tonight."
Lan Qingyue glanced lightly and said expressionlessly, "Today is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. If the moon is not round, can it be flat?"
Mu Lingyue touched her nose and said, "What I mean is that the moonlight tonight is very beautiful, so we should drink and have fun. I am not feeling well, so I can't drink with His Highness. But...there happens to be a pot of wine in this prize, my servant."
Pour a glass for His Highness, okay?"
Lan Qingyue didn't say yes, nor did she say no, so Mu Lingyue took it as his acquiescence.
She took out the jug and wine glass from the basket with a smile, poured a full glass and handed it to him, "I wish your highness to always be so good-looking, to be loved by everyone, and to have flowers bloom and cars to see each other."
The car had a flat tire..."
Lan Qingyue paused, then a smile appeared on her face, "Sweet words."
It seemed that her sweet words were useful, and he seemed to be very useful.
He took the wine glass in his hand and drank it all in one gulp. He frowned and put down the wine glass with a look of disgust on his face, "This is too unpleasant to drink."
Of course, this wine can't be compared with the fine wine in his palace. He always uses the best. Of course, this ordinary people's stuff can't catch the eyes of his old man.
Fortunately, he had given himself enough face. Even though the wine was terrible, he drank it all.
Mu Lingyue rummaged through the basket and took out the mooncakes.
Eating mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival is actually just to celebrate the occasion. Her least favorite sweet is mooncakes.
It must be that the taste of the wine was really not that good, which made Lan Qingyue resist the mooncake. Before she asked him to eat it, he took the initiative and spoke in a very firm tone, "I won't eat it."
this."
Mu Lingyue took off a small piece and said, "Your Highness, just eat a little, just a little..."
He looked at it in disgust and shook his head.
"Let's do this. Your Highness will only eat a small piece. When you go back later, I will make some for you myself."
Why did she feel that her tone and words sounded like she was coaxing a child?
And Lan Qingyue behaved like an awkward child.
After listening to her saying that she would go back and make mooncakes for him in person, he frowned and reluctantly took a piece of dry mooncake from Mu Lingyue's hand. He only took a small bite and swallowed it without chewing.
He went down and threw the rest on the table.[
She was really picky, Mu Lingyue curled her lips and took small bites of the mooncake in her hand.
The taste of this mooncake is not very good, but it is not as bad as expected.
She took a few bites but couldn't eat any more. It wasn't because the mooncakes didn't taste good, but because she didn't like eating them.
She had nothing to do, so she dug out everything in the basket. The small blue book was a book of poems. She flipped through two chapters at random, frowning, with a puzzled expression on her face...