Luo Qingchen was stunned for a moment, feeling that there were many things in Mo Ye's eyes that he couldn't explain clearly.
She didn't understand, but she had an inexplicable feeling.
Could it be that he is unwilling to give up
"It seems that Young Master Mo takes good care of His Highness the Princess!" Feng Ling'er's tone seemed very unhappy. She leaned half on the soft couch, exposing one side of her fair thigh, and looked at Mo Ye with her chin in one hand, "You also know I have a proud and arrogant heart, and many people like me, but I only like very few.”
Luo Qingchen and Mo Ye raised their eyes at the same time and glanced at each other unconsciously.
Feng Ling'er saw it and felt depressed in her heart. She shook her lips and said: "If Mr. Mo feels sorry for Her Royal Highness, there is no need to come to my Yuehua Palace to join in the fun. I can also send all the wine you brewed to Her Royal Highness's Shimmer Palace."
Ever since she met Mo Ye, the impression Mo Ye gave her was always that of a Qianqian son.
Knowing that she liked to drink, he entered the palace and became a winemaker. No matter what kind of wine it is, he can make it.
Moreover, the wine he brewed was fragrant and mellow, so delicious.
Whenever she was drinking and dancing, he would always stand quietly and watch, his deep eyes shimmering, so beautiful.
But the only thing that puzzled her was that he had never made any move towards her.
If a man has no idea about a woman, there is only one reason, and that is because the woman is not attractive enough.
As far as she is concerned, almost all men in the world can fall under her pomegranate skirt. Except for the victorious general, the only one is Mo Ye.
She is always turbulent when she can't get what she wants. She is such a person, the more she doesn't get what she wants in the bathroom.
"Miss Feng misunderstood!" Mo Ye frowned slightly and squinted his eyes: "It's not easy to collect these pear blossoms. At this time of year, there is only this jar of wine. Your Highness the Princess doesn't understand wine, so don't waste it... Pear wine.”
"Haha..." When Luo Qingchen heard this, he immediately showed a self-deprecating smile. She narrowed her cold eyes and looked at him with an ugly bitter smile on her lips: "Is Mr. Mo reluctant to part with this wine?"
"Oh, so that's what it is—" Feng Ling'er looked particularly happy when she heard this, and her originally gloomy face suddenly became enlightened.
It was like a spring breeze blowing on her face, so proud.
She took a sip of pear blossom wine and said: "It is indeed a good wine, and Mr. Mo doesn't have to be like this. I have received your thoughts. If your highness likes it, just have a drink. I won't mind, after all, this kind of wine will be used in the future." There’s more.”
Luo Qingchen's eyebrows moved slightly, but her face looked very cold. Every word Feng Ling'er spoke seemed so provocative, even tinged with ridicule.
"Girl, the wine glass is here."
"It's just right." Feng Ling'er took the wine glass, filled it up and handed it to Luo Qingchen, "It's just one glass, there's nothing to be reluctant to part with."
Luo Qingchen gently held the fan with her right hand, her eyes looking cold.
This feeling of 'being given a hand' is really a blessing.
But 'losing people can't lose the formation'!
"Then thank you for your love, auntie." Luo Qingchen took the wine glass, glanced at Mo Ye lightly, and planned to drink the wine in one gulp.
As everyone knows, between lightning and flint. Mo Ye rushed up, put his arm around Feng Ling'er's waist, and grabbed the wine glass from Luo Qingchen's hand with the other.
Without saying anything, he gently moved the wine glass towards Feng Ling'er's mouth.
Feng Ling'er lowered her head shyly, her fair cheeks flushed with a hint of crimson, looking enchanting. (To be continued)