Murong Xitian immediately knew that he had been fooled, but he couldn't laugh or cry.
His Luoer actually plotted against him and tricked him.
"Luo'er..." Murong Xitian protested before Xia Ziluo reached out and blocked his mouth.
Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian with his big, moist and shining eyes: "Xitian, whatever you say will be like spilled water, be careful of breaking your words and getting fat."
This makes her justified.
Murong Xitian was unwilling to suffer the consequences, so he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. When he hugged her, he gritted his teeth and said ambiguous words in her most sensitive ear: "Wait until we get back to the room.
How can I fix you..."
The meaning of his words was so obvious, how could Xia Ziluo not understand?
Suddenly, her cheeks turned red: "Bad guy..."
"Men are not bad, women are not loving." Murong Xitian learned this sentence newly.
Xia Ziluo blinked and asked the sky silently. This Internet is really harmful. Look, in just one night, her Xitian was ruined.
The Young Emperor was overjoyed watching the interaction between the couple, but he wanted to laugh but did not dare to. Who knows if Murong Xitian, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, would take it out on Xia Ziluo if he could not take it out on him.
"Eat, keep eating." When he was fidgeting and not knowing what to do, fortunately the maids were very capable and had already cleaned up the scene.
A new table was set, and new cutlery was placed, but the enamel-colored porcelain vase was missing.
The young emperor felt his flesh ache when he looked at the empty table. It was more than 100 million, and the time for just one meal was gone...
"Young Emperor, why are you crying?" As soon as Xia Ziluo picked up the knife and fork, he saw tears in the Young Emperor's eyes, looking aggrieved and about to cry.
Murong Xitian sat calmly and glanced at the young emperor, a light flashed quickly in his charming black eyes: "He feels sorry for that enamel vase."
"It's such a small thing. It's a pity that you can't bring the porcelain from my room. Otherwise, if I just give you a few, it will be enough for you to last a lifetime." Xia Ziluo said the truth.
But when the young emperor heard it, he was shocked again.
Give him a few antiques that are more valuable than enamel vases? If you don't have a lot of money, who the hell would dare to say this?
He is still a famous second-generation black man, but he doesn't have this kind of courage.
"It's okay, it's just a waste of money to prevent disaster." The young emperor no longer felt distressed. He always felt that the vase was broken well today, and his relationship with these two people had invisibly become a little closer.
Murong Xitian didn't say anything, but in his heart he had a favorable impression of the young emperor: "I can't let you waste your money in vain. I'll give you this, which can buy five or six of your broken vases."
Not wanting to owe the young emperor anything, Murong Xitian took off the jade pendant he was wearing around his waist.
This is a waist pendant engraved with a unicorn pattern. It is about the size of half a hand. The jade is pure in color and feels warm to the touch. It is the best among mutton-fat jade.
"This is..." The young emperor didn't care at first, but when he took the jade pendant in his hand, he could no longer calm down.
He has been playing with antiques all year round, and he almost knows the price of this kind of jade pendant just by looking at it and touching it.
Mutton-fat jade, any pure one is worth a fortune, but the one in his hand is more than pure, it is simply the best quality that is rarely seen in the world.
"How embarrassing." The young emperor was even more sure of Murong Xitian's identity. He was either rich or noble, and he tended to be on the noble side.
(Off-topic: I dreamed of being bitten by a dog last night. Duke Zhou’s interpretation of the dream said that I should be careful of villains and unexpected disasters. I’m still thinking how could something happen to me while I’m writing at home? As a result... water spilled on the computer today, and the touchpad entered.
Water... Because I was worried that it would burn the motherboard, I finally didn't dare to use the computer to write, so I had to use the computer to type on the mobile phone. It took a long time to get the current fifth update. What's even more tragic is that I found that I also had a fever... I'm sorry everyone.
, I will try to make up for it later. What a sad day!)
