"Master Feiyun!" Dingdang immediately leaned forward and saluted.
Dingdang's face turned red when he saw Feiyun.
This big boy, under the sunshine, has a bronze face, full of vitality.
It's really good-looking, sunny and handsome.
A bit prettier than Nie Qingqing.
No wonder Dingdang blushed immediately when she saw him.
I've never seen such a handsome guy before.
Long Qian almost rolled his eyes at her.
However, with the presence of guests and what he had just said, Long Qian felt a little uncomfortable now.
He could only smile awkwardly and said: "I...I didn't mean it like that, I...I was joking."
"It doesn't matter. Our prince is approachable. As long as the princess doesn't bully him, his subordinates will feel relieved."
"..." Long Qian almost retorted.
She has been in this era for so long and she is bullied every day. When has she ever bullied someone?
Dingdang tugged at the corner of her clothes, and Long Qian came back to his senses, and said with a forced smile: "Master Feiyun was joking."
"Princess, the carriage is ready, please!"
Feiyun seems polite, but in fact, he doesn't seem to be easy to talk to.
Only then did Long Qian remember that this was the reason why he came out.
"Well, Master Feiyun, what I actually want to say is that my stomach disease is not a problem. Well... Actually, I don't need a doctor to see me. How about... wow! Master Feiyun, what are you doing?"
Long Qian was completely confused.
That guy named Feiyun actually picked her up and threw her into the carriage?
She was almost stupid, how could such a person exist.
"Princess, Princess, how are you? Are you okay?" Dingdang was also brought up.
It wasn't that she didn't want to come up, but that she felt stupid after seeing the princess thrown in.
Because I was stupid, I was a little slow to react.
Perhaps Master Feiyun thought she didn't want to come up either, so he simply picked her up and threw her into the carriage.
"That man...what's going on?" The carriage started immediately, it was like a kidnapping!
After Dingdang made sure that she was fine, he stared outside with his eyes wide open.
Feiyun was riding in front, and the figure on the horse was tall, slender, handsome, and so charming that it cost one's life.
"You nymphomaniac, what are you looking at?" Long Qian couldn't help but knock her on the forehead.
"Oh, it hurts!" Dingdang covered his forehead, turned around and glared at her: "Princess, why are you hitting someone?"
"This guy is so rude! You don't really like him, do you? He's so savage and rude, so much!"
Long Qian rolled his eyes at her.
Dingdang pursed her lips and whispered: "But, Princess, don't you think, he... can lift me up with one hand, so powerful, so... well, so charming!"
Long Qian couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her, he was just suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and a masochist!
She opened the curtain and looked outside.
Probably Dingdang also knew that he was a little too infatuated, so he quickly calmed down his thoughts, cleared his throat, and changed the topic.
"Speaking of which, I have never met the legendary Ninth Prince."
"Legendary?" Long Qian was puzzled. Although she had some memories of the original owner, she couldn't remember some people and things until they appeared in front of her.
The original owner probably has never seen this Ninth Prince.
"Haven't you heard of his legend?"
Dingdang immediately recounted his family treasures and told her one by one: "Ninth Prince, there is a pair of black cavalry in the legend. They are all pitch black. They are so magical. They will never win a battle..."
