"plum bossom?"

Fu Ningyuan asked, pointing to the thick, crooked pattern with stitches.

"Yeah, Plum Blossom." He nodded his little head affirmatively.

Okay, plum blossoms will be plum blossoms, whatever she says will be whatever it is.

"Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat." You've been hungry this morning, so it would be weird if you weren't hungry.

If his informant hadn't come to the palace to inform him, this girl would probably have been starved by that bitch Liu Qingyao today.

She has always been greedy, but she can endure it until now.

"Your Majesty, you are so kind. I'm almost starving to death." A pair of misty eyes looked at him, feeling like he was a savior.

"Your Majesty, do you know that I'm starving like this anymore and you came here to rescue me? In fact, you are the little fat Hei?"

She has never given up on his identity as a chubby little black boy.

Although he refused to admit it, she could feel that he would be there every time she needed help.

Once or twice could be a coincidence, but so many times, she didn't believe it, it was all a coincidence.

He must be Little Fatty Hei, so every time she needs help, he will parachute to her side.

But, since he is already the emperor of Tianqi, why hasn't he been looking for her all these years?

"over thinking."

Fu Ningyuan said something cool to her, then reached out and touched her forehead.

"Ouch..."

Hua Xiangrong covered her forehead, but she felt happy in her heart, "You also said you are not a fat little black boy. Look, your method of bullying me has not changed. You always like to hit me on the forehead. If you break it, you are responsible for it."

ah?"

She was just like when she was a child, every time she knocked on his forehead, she would ask this question.

And his answer every time is: OK, I am responsible.

Only this time, Fu Ningyuan didn't answer her. He just looked at her silently for two seconds, then smiled and said, "Let's go, let's take you out to eat well."

"Leaving the house?" Hua Xiangrong's eyes lit up.

This was something she never dared to think about. Since she married into the palace, she has only left the palace twice.

The first time I came back, the second time was when Luliu encountered danger and did not return for a long time.

"Well, do you want to go out on the street? I heard that the goose stewed in an iron pot in Zuixianju is very delicious. Do you want to try it?"

Hua Xiangrong licked her lips and stewed the goose in the iron pot. Thinking about it, her mouth was drooling all over the floor.

"I think so, but...but I can't leave the gate of the palace. This is the rule of the Ninth Prince's Palace."

His little face drooped in distress.

Fu Ningyuan shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "What's the difficulty? I am the emperor, and I have the final say over the entire Apocalypse. I will take you out and make sure no one dares to say anything?"

"Let's forget it."

Hua Xiangrong gave him a look of understanding, sat back in front of the embroidery frame, and continued to work on the rough stitches.

Fu Ningyuan was unhappy. He held her needle and thread and asked angrily: "What's that look in your eyes? Are you doubting my ability? Hiss...ah oh..."

Accidentally, I pressed on the needle and got pricked.

Hua Xiangrong raised her head, looked at Fu Ningyuan with her dark eyes, and said coolly: "Who doesn't know that you are afraid of the Ninth Prince? Although you are the emperor of Tianqi, it is not the prince who has the final say on Tianqi."

"Who said I'm afraid of him? I just... forget it..."

Fu Ningyuan stopped talking and pulled Hua Xiangrong up, "Let's go, I will take you to eat something delicious. Believe me, nothing will happen to you."

Hua Xiangrong was pulled by her all the way out of the rose garden and out of the gate of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

"It would be troublesome if the prince knew that I left the palace without permission."
Chapter completed!