"Chengcheng, don't be angry. It's just a meal." Qu Tan'er felt very embarrassed when she saw that Mo Liancheng had a dark and handsome face that looked like he had lost millions.

"What is a meal? Whatever is yours, no matter what it is, I want to enjoy it all to myself."

"Don't care about anything?" A certain woman twitched her lips and raised her eyebrows.

"Yes."

"Then... you also want to keep the fart I pulled out to you?"

"..."

Mo Liancheng's expression became rigid... and he lost all his appetite.

As a result, the entire palace was about to be set off, but the thief who stole the food was still not caught.

The matter will be settled.

Two days passed quietly.

Chinuyama, because the emperor sent someone to bring her into the palace last time, she also moved out of the Eighth Prince's Mansion and has not appeared again. As for who she will choose, it is still unknown. In Qu Tan'er's opinion, it is

It's like a pregnant woman having dystocia, or suffering from constipation. No matter how hard she holds it in, she can't get it out.

The person next to the pillow rolled with laughter.

Mo Liancheng leaned against Qu Tan'er, the smile on his lips could not be restrained even if he wanted to, "Tan'er, there will be a banquet in the palace tomorrow, let's attend it together."

"What kind of feast? A good feast or a bad feast?"

“Interesting feast.”

Soon, Qu Tan'er heard what Mo Liancheng said. It turned out to be a banquet for Chinuyama to choose a husband. It would be announced who Chinuyama would choose. Moliancheng said: "It will take some time for King Beiyuan to arrive in Dongyue Kingdom."

, we should also pick out a husband to prepare for the marriage. It is said that he is with Fengyang."

"Your father is pretty good, he really knows how to save money, haha."

These are two big happy events, but if we treat them as one, what's the point but saving money?

Mo Liancheng was amused after hearing this.

Only a person like her would think of this.

Qu Tan'er suddenly thought of something, "Chengcheng..."

"What?"

"Do you think Chinuyama will choose the prince?"

"Brother Wang has a better chance. Because the person chosen will not be her, but King Beiyuan."

"King Beiyuan is here to decide? Isn't he Chinuyama?"

"Are you stupid? Who can make their own choice in political marriages since ancient times?" Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows, not expecting that she was so naive on this point.

Actually, one cannot say that Qu Tan'er is naive.

She grew up in a free country in the 21st century, and she began to say that it was easier for her to accept that Chinuyama would choose her husband.

"Think about it, my thirteen thousand is really a bit dangerous." Qu Tan'er was confused and sighed. At first, she had a clever plan to make Chi Nuyama choose to go to the Prince's Mansion, but people are not as good as God.

After all, Chinuyama's goal in coming to the Eighth Prince's Mansion was not Mo Liancheng. After getting along with her, she felt that this princess, except for her temper and unruly personality, was not bad in nature, so she gave up the plan.

Mo Liancheng chuckled and asked, "Didn't you have a plan at the beginning?"

"This one... get out! Dare you laugh at me?"

"Haha! Tell me, what's the plan?"

Seeing that he wanted to know, Qu Tan'er couldn't help but smile strangely, "Do you really want to hear it?"

"Of course, curious."

"Okay, then I'll tell you." She cleared her throat, put a little distance away from him, and then said leisurely: "If you want Chinuyama to give up, you only need to tell her one thing. That is, you can't... cough

Ahem, man, Tao."

"..."
Chapter completed!