Queen, are you cruel?

She had been ignoring her all this time, but he was shocked by her bright eyes.

"Mr. Min, are you okay? Is the tea too hot? Is it not good?"

Meng Ran'er hurried over and stood behind Ling Xiujin, beating Ling Xiujin's back.

Meng Ran'er often serves her mother like this.

Tilting her face, she observed Ling Xiu's golden and rosy cheeks, "You seem to be choking a lot."

"Cough cough!"

Ling Xiujin became more anxious when she was stared at by the girl Shui Lulu's big eyes at close range, and coughed a few more times.

Her little hand...was soft, hitting her back...feeling a hot current passing through her back and spreading all over her body.

Ling Xiujin's heartbeat quickened, and she couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed Meng Ran'er's slender waist, pulled her towards her, and hugged her.

Uh...how could this be?

Mengran stayed in a daze.The little chin knocked on the man's shoulder, and he blinked his eyes.

Could ancient people be so open?

Embrace?

Or is it the etiquette here that hugs are like shaking hands?

Meng Ran'er didn't dare to move, and let Ling Xiujin hold her tightly while breathing heavily.

The heat was lingering, and his affectionate tone penetrated into her ear, "But, this way... I won't choke anymore..."

Ling Xiujin blushed for herself.

He was able to come up with such a very reluctant reason to hug his small body.

"Damn it! This woman is really a bitch!"

On the branch, a person couldn't help cursing.

The lookout tube in his hand was almost crushed by him because of his anger.

Under the tree, Fulai looked left and right, and looked up the tree from time to time, "Master... are you ready? Should I come down?"

Ling Yixuan cursed a few words, then picked up the lookout tube to look at Mengjiaxiu Zhuang.

The window was half open, just in time to see the man and woman embracing in the room.

"Still hugging? Can't finish hugging? What a shameless bitch!"

Couldn't help cursing again in a low voice.

"Meng Ran, don't you have hands and feet? Don't you know how to push Ling Xiujin away? Damn it!"

Ling Yixuan didn't even know why he was abducted to Mengjia Xiuzhuang for no reason, and why he was so angry when he saw such a scene.

Where did the anger come from? He didn't have time to think about it yet.

Anyway, just annoyed.

From this point of view, does the third child really like the fourth girl of the Meng family?

In the angry eyes, there was another layer of gloom.

Just like it, if you like it, it means you can grab your handle, and if you like it, you will be hurt.

Ling Xiujin embraced the petite Meng Ran'er excitedly, and was about to say something, but the girl in her arms jumped away, patted her head and said angrily, "It's broken, it's broken, I forgot! My dad Let me embroider two embroidery items today, otherwise I won’t be given food! I want to embroider quickly.”

Ling Xiujin was stunned for a moment, "Your father is so cruel?"

"Isn't that right, I think he's just an iron cock obsessed with money!"

After talking casually about her dissatisfaction with Mengzheng, Mengran was dumbfounded again.

How could anyone say that about his father?God, my mouth is too open!

"Hey, the servants also say that about him, hey."

Ling Xiujin sighed, "However, you have suffered in Mengjia."

Someday... I must pick you up, live in the palace with me, and live a splendid life.

Meng Ran'er pursed her lips and sighed, "Oh, who wouldn't say it! I'm in dire straits. Mr. Min, come and help me out. We'll share half of the meeting, and you can help me embroider together."

The main reason is that Meng Ran'er is not good at ancient embroidery skills at all.

I have been learning from Ziye at home for two days, but I am still very stiff.

"Uh... me?"

Meng Ran'er had already put a pair of fabrics in Ling Xiujin's hands, and said unceremoniously, "Mr. Min, we only need to complete the quantity, regardless of the quality. My father didn't say that quality must be finished." Excellent. This is good, you can embroider a leaf, and I will embroider an apple."

Ling Xiujin held the embroidery needle for the first time, and stared blankly at Meng Raner, "A leaf? An apple? Is that okay?"

"Okay, okay! Let's start, don't stand still!"

Meng Ran'er was already sitting on the side, and began to thread the needle clumsily.

Ling Xiujin wanted to laugh, but held back, as expected, she embroidered seriously like Meng Ran'er.

Qing'er was waiting impatiently in the outer hall, and her master hadn't come out yet.

Looking at the sun outside, it was almost past lunch time, and a group of people at home were waiting for King Min to go back to eat.

Qing'er tiptoed into the inner room, gently lifted the curtain of Miss Fourth's inner room, and looked inside.

It was very quiet in the room.

Look, Qing'er's eyeballs almost fell out.

My master, the aloof third prince, Prince Min, is actually embroidering something with a needle in his hand!