Bei Che came closer and whispered to Wanwan mysteriously, "Which pot of flowers did you send? Tell me quietly and I will help you cast the pearls."
What is this? Blatant fraud? Or an opportunity to be courteous?
Wanwan lowered her head and smiled, "No need, the flowers raised by Bao Ai won't lose too miserably."
"So confident?" Bei Che felt uncomfortable holding the pearl he planned to throw out. He wanted to give it away, but the person didn't want it. The more he didn't want it, the more he wanted to give it away.
Which pot is his Wan Wan flower?
The prince held his face with one hand and thought carefully.
"I don't intend to win." Of course, I can't lose too ugly. All in all, just do my duty as a princess. She is here just to help Bei Che support the situation. There is no need to worry about winning or losing.
When the two of them were talking, their heads were almost touching each other. Wanwan was smiling, and Bei Che was smiling too. There was a perfect understanding, and they looked so matched.
Celia was so angry that she was about to explode. Before she could accept the fact that Bei Che's "famous girl had a wife", she witnessed this kind of intimate scene with her own eyes. The mixed emotions of anger and hatred were extremely complicated.
It felt like there was a plate of delicious and tempting snacks on the table. Everyone told her that it was prepared for her, and only she was qualified to take it as her own and enjoy it. But she didn't expect that she couldn't get it in time.
She stretched out her hand, and another person rushed out of the air and swallowed the whole thing in one gulp. She didn't even leave any dregs. After eating, she picked her teeth and praised, "This snack is delicious, very delicious, especially delicious."
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It's hateful, it should obviously belong to her.
A man came to the prairie princess with a glazed gold cup and asked her to rate the pot of seven-color camellia just now. Celia pinched a copper coin and threw it in angrily, smashing it among dozens of pearls. "Vulgar things are not worth it."
Mention it."
Her comments successfully aroused yet another wave of dissatisfied whispers.
This pot of camellia has a total of seven flower branches. Each flower branch has two flowers, one is in full bloom and the other is in bud. The most amazing thing is that the color of the two flowers must be exactly the same, and the seven flower branches
, but according to the colors of the rainbow, it is divided into seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. It is really a rare product.
Such a rare and beautiful flower was actually considered by the prairie princess to be a vulgar thing not worth mentioning, and she even talked about it so loudly in public. You can imagine how angry the flower lovers would be.
I don't know who said, "You are indeed from the grassland -" It's okay if you haven't seen the world, but being so mean is a matter of character.
"I want to see later how beautiful the flowers Princess Celia sent are, and whether they will outweigh this pot of seven-color camellia." Otherwise, how could she have such confidence, saying that others' words are vulgar?
Woolen cloth?
"Don't make it difficult for the princess. She is a guest. Even if she digs up a wild flower growing on the grassland, everyone must bear with her."
"Yes, you are from the grassland. That level is considered very high."
The veiled lady covered her mouth with a fan and kept snickering.
The talented men holding the wine glasses had cold eyes, and their curved lips looked so indifferent.
Several voices came and went one after another, the volume was not loud, and people could hear it clearly, and it was impossible to find out who said it.