When Ye Zixuan saw Murong Xitian pulling Xia Ziluo to be intimate, she felt annoyed but did not dare to show it at all: "Well... I can't get off without the horse stool."
With her weak appearance, Liu Fufeng really resembles the delicate and sick Sister Lin. And she is like the bad guy who bullied Sister Lin.
Damn, this feels so fucking bad!
Xia Ziluo pushed Murong Xitian's hand away, looking away and looking somewhere casually: "Go help Zixuan get out of the car. I promise not to run away."
"You think I'm trying to prevent you from escaping, so... forget it, you can think whatever you want." Murong Xitian lowered his voice and whispered in Xia Ziluo's ear, with a trace of loss in his eyes, and then turned around and walked to Ye Zixuan
in front of me.
"You can ride a galloping horse, how come you can't even get out of a carriage after a few years?" Murong Xitian asked casually as he reached over and helped Ye Zixuan get out of the carriage.
Ye Zixuan's body stiffened for a moment, and then returned to normal. "I remember that the princess was better at riding a horse than me, and now she needs help even when she gets off the carriage. Cousin, after all, women are not men. And five years have passed, do you know that I have these five years?
What kind of life did you live in the year? Cough cough cough..." Ye Zixuan covered her mouth and coughed, as if Lin Daiyu was possessed, "This body is not as good as before."
Her words made Murong Xitian frown more and more tightly, and then he touched Ye Zixuan's head distressedly: "Okay, let's not talk about the past. You are still young. If you take care of yourself, your body and bones will be healthy soon. Let's go.
Come on, let’s go shopping.”
"Yeah." Ye Zixuan intelligently followed Murong Xitian's topic, and a bright and flowery smile appeared on her face again.
Murong Xitian smiled back, and his eyes found Xia Ziluo involuntarily: "There are two streets, which way should we go?"
There is an intersection just ahead, and the two streets on the left and right are bustling commercial streets. The Le·Huo store is in the center of the street on the left. On the street on the right, there is a recently opened auction house that is famous in the capital - "Youjian Auction"
OK".
"Of course we're going this way, aren't we going to buy clothes for Zixuan?" Xia Ziluo pointed to the street on the left.
She did not forget that during lunch, Murong Xitian once suggested taking Ye Zixuan to the street to buy clothes and other necessities.
"Then let's go this way." Murong Xitian made his decision, then noticed that he didn't ask Ye Zixuan what he meant, "Zixuan, what do you think?"
"It's all good. I haven't been to the capital in five years. The capital is new and unfamiliar to me. Me, I'm like a village woman who just came to the city." Anyway, it doesn't matter where I go, as long as I can get tired of being around the two of them.
Ye Zixuan pretended to be nervous and pulled on her dress.
She is the princess! Why do you feel so inferior?
I don’t know if she is born with this personality or if she was frightened by the real princess.
Xia Ziluo didn't know how to comfort Ye Zixuan, and felt that he should comfort her at this time.
Therefore, she said: "Zixuan, how can you be considered a village woman when you are not married yet? She should be a village girl. No, this is not the key, nor is it the problem. Have you ever met the peasant woman princess? Still wrong, don't even think about it anyway.
There are too many. Village women don’t look like nobles even when they put on fancy clothes, and princesses still look like princesses when they wear common clothes.”
Is Xia Ziluo trying to respond to her? He mocks her because she is a village woman, not a princess.
Ye Zixuan seemed to have returned to the time when she was bullied by the princess. She nervously pulled on her sleeves, not knowing how to respond.
