"Are you impressed by my impression?" Luo Qingchen sneered, and the moment she raised her eyes, she met his deep eyes.
In fact, she said this with a mocking tone, half mocking herself and half mocking Mo Ye.
She didn't know what she was mocking, maybe because the beginning of this story was not so satisfactory.
"No! It's very powerful." After a while, Mo Ye chuckled and said with a faint light in his eyes: "I didn't expect such a small body to have such a big power."
"So don't think of me as a child, I'm not." Luo Qingchen looked at him seriously and said, "I am no longer a child."
Mo Ye looked at her like this for a long time, and finally said: "The peach blossom wine will be sent to the princess in three days, but don't drink too much."
"I can promise you the latter." Luo Qingchen raised her eyes and said with a faint smile, "I can't do the former."
"What do you mean princess?"
"Tomorrow." Luo Qingchen's eyes trembled slightly as he said, "Master Mo can send different flavors of fruit wine to Aunt Feng every day, so one day should be enough."
He frowned and said nothing.
Luo Qingchen continued: "You will be mine tomorrow."
He still frowned, then said: "Okay."
The next morning, she got up early with a particularly good appetite and ate twice as much breakfast as usual.
The maids stood aside and said happily: "The princess looks much better, and those of us slaves are also very happy."
Luo Qingchen chuckled and said, "You are the only ones who have sweet mouths."
"Perhaps Her Royal Highness showed off her power yesterday. The Qi that had been accumulated in her Dantian was released, and she became energetic."
Luo Qingchen heard this and thought to herself: Ladies and sisters, you think this is the plane of cultivating immortals!
"But I heard! Yesterday, the seventh nun went back to complain to Miss Feng! She said that it was the first time in her life that she had suffered such humiliation in front of a junior."
"Junior? It's a shame she can speak out." Another palace maid answered: "In the palace, no matter how old or young we are, we are all slaves. The princess is the master, so there is no humiliation."
"Isn't that right? Sure enough, there are just as many slaves as there are masters."
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Luo Qingchen snorted coldly and said: "She is not even qualified to be my slave. Our little slaves in the Shimmer Palace are all beautiful and cute."
But to be fair, this person named Nanny Seven is arrogant enough. She knows that she is the only princess of the Holy Emperor today, but she still dares to make such a mistake in front of her.
It seemed that Feng Ling'er usually indulged her very much, otherwise she wouldn't be so ignorant of the rules.
Even so, she wanted to see Feng Ling'er in this world for a while. What was she really like
Before that, she wanted to drink a glass of her own peach blossom wine.
In the evening, Mo Ye arrived as promised, holding a small jar of peach blossom wine and two cups.
The refreshing peach blossom aroma instantly awakened her sense of taste. She walked forward slowly, raised her eyes and smiled softly: "It seems that Mr. Mo is indeed a wizard at brewing. This peach blossom brew must be delicious."
She was about to reach out to take it, but the other party took her hand back instead.
Due to the height difference, Luo Qingchen couldn't reach it even if she stood on tiptoe.
The next second, she said angrily: "Master Mo, is this really interesting? I've already sent you this peach blossom wine, but I'm not willing to give it to you."
Mo Ye looked at her childish expression, sighed with his right hand, couldn't help but tickled her nose and said, "Remember the latter you promised me."
After the sound fell, he handed her a jar of peach blossom wine, with a touch of imperceptible endearment in his eyes.
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 20%. (To be continued)