"Do you think I can?"
[meeting! of course! I know that if the host is so powerful, he must be able to do everything! I don’t know if you are a realist or an abstract person? Hehehe, by the way, I have never seen a host painting before, I really want to see it~]
As soon as Xiao Yiyi's words came out, Xi Ying realized that she had not seen the paintings made by Ling Guoren.
Yes, is it realistic or abstract
It would be really funny if a painting like Picasso summoned a spiritual beast.
Xi Ying was thinking and walking forward when she suddenly heard something.
When he looked up, he discovered that there was a stone table at the end of the cobblestone road ahead, and a person was already sitting on the stone bench next to the stone table.
The man was dressed in black, almost blending in with the night.
If it weren't for the fact that the wine glass he was holding was ivory white, it would have been really difficult to spot him.
Xi Ying froze on the spot for a second, and then walked over again.
"Who are you? Why are you in my back garden?" Xi Ying stood in front of the man and asked.
The man was still drinking his wine as if Xi Ying was the air.
The man didn't raise his head, and Xi Ying couldn't see his face clearly.
Xi Ying originally didn't want to talk nonsense with him, but she was the eldest lady of the general's mansion after all. When she saw a stranger in the mansion, she had to ask a symbolic question, otherwise it would be too abnormal.
But since this man didn't speak, she didn't need to stay here any longer.
The food in her stomach hasn't been digested yet, so she doesn't want to sit down.
"Are your eyes decorations? When you see me, you ask me who I am."
When Xi Ying turned around and was about to leave, she heard the man behind her say this.
The tone is sarcastic, what a poisonous tongue man!
"Yes, does it look good?" Xi Ying smiled.
For this kind of man, the best way is to follow his words.
Let him feel like he punched cotton, and that feeling of powerlessness is the best way to fight back.
"Ugly." After the man finished speaking, he poured another glass of wine into his mouth.
Xi Ying didn't want this kind of person to disturb her mood, so she changed direction and walked deeper into the bamboo forest.
"The prince is in the front hall, where are you going?" the man said again.
Xi Ying stopped and turned back to look at him: "Are you the prince?"
"Don't I have the temperament of a prince in me?"
Xi Ying: "...??"
What's going on with this guy? Why are you talking so strangely
"It seems like you no longer feel pain about losing your hands. Well, you should have accepted the fact that you are no longer glorious."
This sounds like he understands what happened.
Xi Ying changed her mind, walked to the stone table and sat down, propped her chin up and looked at the man and asked: "When I woke up, I found that I couldn't remember anything before. Can you tell me how I became like this? ?What happened when we were rafting that day?"
The man stopped drinking and stared at Xi Ying with a pair of starry eyes.
After watching it for a long time, he suddenly laughed.
Xi Ying: "??"
Is there something wrong with this prince’s brain
"Hahahahaha! It seems that you really don't remember anything. If you did, you wouldn't ask me this question."
With that said, he drank another glass of wine.
"You know what? If you know, just say it. If you don't know, just say you don't know."
"The prince is in the front hall, you can just ask the prince directly."
"I don't want to see him."
Xi Ying's words made the man frown, "You are the quasi-Crown Princess, and you said you don't want to see the Crown Prince? Do you know what crime you committed by telling me this?"