Dingdang looked at Chu Dongling, Long Qian, and the sheep, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Your Majesty." She pushed away a sheep and knelt down.
"The princess said that we should bring some livestock into the mountains to raise them so that people in the valley can have a steady supply of meat to eat."
"Come here!" Chu Dongling said solemnly.
Long Qian rubbed the head of a certain goat, stood up, and slowly moved out.
She stood outside the carriage and looked at the man who was a little shorter than herself and had a particularly foul-looking face.
"My lord, do you want to come up too?"
Long Qian had just personally selected a lot of poultry. At this moment, his body and face were not clean, and his hair was a little messy.
She didn't care much, thinking that the little ones could herd sheep, drive ducks, eat meat, and drink milk, she felt very happy.
Long Qian wiped his face with his sleeve, frowned and asked, "What's that look?"
"Isn't it because the money you gave us is not enough and we have no money to rent a carriage? Is this the only way to bring the last goat into the mountains?"
Not far away, the braying of various livestock and the sound of horse hooves could be heard.
When Chu Dongling turned around, he saw several carriages arriving one after another, some with sheds and some without sheds.
Behind the shedless carriage were all kinds of poultry, which kept squawking "cluck, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak".
Chu Dongling seemed to believe why the little girl said she didn't give him enough money. Did the little guy want to take the entire street's items into the mountain?
"Xiao Qianqian, what did you buy?" Even Wen Qian was eye-opening.
"Eight large carriages can't even be loaded. It looks like there's a lot of stuff."
He looked back at the girl who was dirty but not annoying at all, and reached out to help her take off the goose feathers on her sleeves.
"Xiao Qianqian, this guy Mu Mu is just stingy. If you have no money, come to me, I..."
"Don't you want your hands or your tongue?" Chu Dongling glanced at Wen Qian coldly and held Long Qian's hand.
"Prince, my hand..." Long Qian lowered his head and looked at the big palm of his hand.
Dingdang also took a breath of cold air. The prince has always loved cleanliness. If he knew that the princess's hand had just touched some feces, he didn't know...
Long Qian actually did it on purpose. She clearly knew that Chu Dongling had mysophobia and was eager to tell him the truth.
Who asked him to lead her without ever asking her opinion?
"How are your hands?" Chu Dongling's pitifully thin hands frowned, "Are they injured?"
"No injuries!" Long Qian shook his head, "Just..."
She looked into his eyes for a moment and said word by word: "I accidentally caught sheep dung just now."
"However, after washing, the prince shouldn't mind, right?"
He had indeed washed it, so Long Qian didn't take it to heart.
But mysophobia patients will definitely not be able to accept it!
Dingdang looked at Chu Dongling and turned to Long Qian, blinking his eyes.
Why does she think the princess did it on purpose? Deliberately making the prince dislike her?
Chu Dongling's face suddenly darkened a lot, and he felt cold.
His change made everyone present tremble.
The prince won't throw away the princess with one palm, right? The princess can't bear it.
