For him, the favor of the Crown Princess was a rebirth of kindness. Just now Princess Celia was here, so Leng Nuo had no chance to step forward to express her gratitude. Now that the dust had settled, he couldn't wait to come.
"I didn't want to save you." Xiang Wanwan told the truth, put down the pen, turned around and left, not intending to have too much interaction with this poisonous tongue champion.
"No matter what, in Leng Nuo's heart, the Crown Princess's life-saving grace will never be forgotten." He said no more, bowed a few times, and stood up.
Unconsciously, his eyes were attracted by the words placed on the table.
When he saw clearly what Xiang Wanwan was writing, Leng Nuo had a look of surprise on his face and carefully picked up the wet-ink page, as if he had found a treasure.
Mr. Wang and Wu Yong were chatting happily and did not notice this at all.
Xiang Wanwan, on the other hand, stood with her back to him, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy who had been demoted to the mortal world, and she didn't notice what he was doing.
Leng Nuo's mind moved, and his hands began to roll involuntarily, rolling the paper with the poems into a paper tube, and quietly stuffed it into his sleeves.
I suddenly felt that it was actually quite worth it to attend the flower appreciation poetry meeting today and get whipped.
Leng Nuo strode towards the door, obviously no longer interested in participating.
After taking only two steps, someone grabbed the hem of my clothes, and then someone tapped me twice on my shoulder from behind.
Leng Nuogang was still calm and composed. When he saw the facial features of the person behind him clearly, he broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly prostrated, "Your Highness."
Bei Che crossed his arms and half-smiled, "Are you leaving?"
"Returning to Your Highness, you just said that the flower appreciation poetry meeting is temporarily suspended, and we will find a suitable opportunity in the future to choose the 'Poetry King'. Therefore, I plan to leave first and find a doctor to look at the injury on my face. In addition,
There are still some urgent matters that need to be dealt with urgently." Leng Nuo became nervous and naturally started to talk more. As he spoke, his face suddenly turned red, and he bowed respectfully and gave a slight salute, feeling quite guilty about being a thief.
"Since you're so busy, let's go." Bei Che waved his hand and looked at him like he was shooing away flies.
That kind of look made Leng Nuo unconsciously hold his breath, stand up in a daze, and follow orders in a confused manner.
He turned around and planned to leave.
Unexpectedly, the prince grabbed the back of his shirt again.
A light and elegant male voice floated into his ears, "Leng Nuo, you can't take away the things in your sleeves." The big hand stretched out and put it in front of him, "Here you go."
Leng Nuo's eyes widened, and he saw a group of guys behind Bei Che who were not on good terms with each other and would get into a quarrel with each other. They were lying on the table and grinning evilly. He immediately understood that he had just 'stealed' the word, and was afraid that
He had long since fallen into the eyes of many people. They saw it, but did not remind him. They were waiting for His Highness to come and ask for it. Baima wanted to show off to him, and they suddenly felt depressed.
But when he thought of the four profound poems, he suddenly felt extremely reluctant to part with him. He had an idea in his heart, even if the man in front of him was a prince, he didn't want to give back that copybook, which was more precious than gold and silver.
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So, pretending to be dumbfounded, "What does Your Highness want? There is nothing in Leng Nuo's sleeves."