"Just stay well, Princess. Ling'er and I will leave first so as not to disturb the peace of the group leaders." Liang He walked very quickly and only left these words.
When Princess Zhaoyan came to her senses and wanted to catch up, she found that the two people were no longer in the restaurant.
Princess Zhaoyan returned to the room feeling a little depressed, only to see that the room was in a mess, even the door panel had been broken into pieces, and she was lying quietly on the ground. She suddenly wanted to cry even more without tears.
All the good private rooms have been turned into this state, and they are all gone, and they are still talking about things that are clean and unclean. Sure enough, Liang He only seemed like a human being for a few moments.
After Liang He came out with Yan Ling, they slowly walked hand in hand on the street. Yan Ling was a little embarrassed. Sometimes he secretly looked at the expressions of the people around him, and sometimes he wanted to free his hand.
However, Liang He rarely had such an opportunity. You can hold Yan Ling and walk together on the street, naturally wrapping Yan Ling's little hand tightly with your own palm. Where are you willing to let go
"There are so many people here, let go." After a while, Yan Ling said softly when he saw that he couldn't break free.
Liang He smiled with a spring breeze on his face and said indifferently: "What's wrong with the crowd? Ling'er is so beautiful, are you still afraid of others seeing her?"
Yan Ling suddenly didn't want to talk to him and turned his head away from Liang He. But unexpectedly, Liang He was actually dissatisfied.
Liang He suddenly stopped, pushed Yan Ling's head back, looked into her eyes, and said stubbornly: "Why don't you look at me? Are you still thinking about Liang Yi?"
Yan Ling was stunned for a moment, then felt a little funny, and said helplessly: "Yes, I was just thinking about the third prince."
Seeing Liang He's somewhat ugly expression for a moment, Yan Ling suddenly suppressed a smile and continued: "So, the blow I just gave to the third prince, would you like to give it a try, too?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ling couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. Liang He looked at Yan Ling's appearance and felt it was funny for a while, but then he felt a little bit disgusted.
Liang He deliberately kept a straight face, pinched Yan Ling's cheeks, and said a little sourly: "You are obviously staying with me, but Ling'er is still thinking about other men, and he is still smiling so happily."
Yan Ling's face suddenly turned red, he slapped away Liang He's hand that was making trouble on his face, and said deliberately: "His Royal Highness is like this, the little girl just feels that even if I say that I am thinking about Yin Tong, Your Highness will not be able to happy."
The corners of Liang He's mouth twitched. Although it was indeed true, when Yan Ling said this, he still looked a little embarrassed.
However, Yan Ling obviously didn't intend to dwell on this. The two of them just held hands and walked aimlessly on the street.
Yan Ling suddenly felt that Princess Zhaoyan was a little pitiful. He obviously wanted to accompany her, but the two of them didn't stay together for long, and now she was left there alone. Now, I don’t know how to get angry.
Yan Ling thought and suddenly laughed. Although he held it back immediately, he couldn't escape Liang He's eyes.
"Who is Ling'er thinking of again? I feel like I have no sense of existence anymore." Liang He said dissatisfiedly, and squeezed Yan Ling's hand hard.
Yan Ling noticed that Liang He seemed to be really angry this time. Although the strength of his hand did not cause Yan Ling to feel any pain, he still felt a little inexplicably guilty.
"Okay, okay, it's all my fault, okay? You shouldn't be thinking about others when you are with His Highness the Prince." Yan Ling seemed to be trying to please, and shook the hands they held together, with a look on his face. Smiling.
Seeing that Liang He still didn't speak, Yan Ling was a little helpless. Yan Ling didn't know how to coax this man who was eating randomly.
Yan Ling looked around and suddenly saw a small stall selling sugar paintings. Somehow, Yan Ling became somewhat interested. Then, Yan Ling's head turned and he thought of something.
Yan Ling pulled Liang He's hand and smiled mischievously: "Your Highness, don't be angry, or I'll treat you to candy."
Liang He was stunned when he saw the smile on Yan Ling's face. Before he could react, Yan Ling held his hand and ran to the small vendor selling sugar paintings.
Liang He understood Yan Ling's excitement when he saw it. Yan Ling didn't want to apologize to himself, he was obviously interested in this sugar painting.
Liang He was a little helpless, but he still didn't expose Yan Ling. Instead, he smiled with a doting look on his face. In fact, Liang He rarely saw such a childish Yan Ling. If Yan Ling could always be so happy, Liang He wouldn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"Girl, what kind of sugar painting do you want?" The old man in front of the stall smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyebrows.
The old man is in business after all. It can be seen that although Liang He looks luxurious, he is obviously not interested in his sugar paintings.
Naturally, the old man will not ask for trouble. As long as the little girl likes it, the accompanying young man will naturally not be reluctant to spend money.
"Can anything be done?" Yan Ling asked with interest although he had seen tricks like this before, but had never experienced them himself.
"Except for dragons and phoenixes, you can't just draw anything else." The old man looked around and said softly.
"Uh-huh, what do you want?" Yan Ling tugged on Liang He's sleeve.
Although he was very interested, Yan Ling really didn't know what he wanted, so he asked Liang He like he was helping.
Liang He never liked sweet things, so he just said casually: "You can draw whatever you like."
Who would have thought that Yan Ling suddenly became dissatisfied, turned away angrily and said, "I told you I bought it for you, and I didn't want it myself."
Liang He suddenly felt a little funny. Yan Ling didn't hide his little thoughts at all, but now he still stubbornly said that he bought it for himself. Liang He just thought it was very cute.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay? In that case, let's draw a rabbit." While coaxing Yan Ling, Liang He turned to the old man selling sugar paintings and said.
"Okay." The old man agreed with a smile, and his hands began to work.
Yan Ling wasn't really angry at first, but now his attention was attracted by the sugar paintings under the old man's hands. There was no Kung Fu Guan Liang He.
However, Yan Ling suddenly became curious as he looked at the rabbit that was gradually taking shape under the old man's hands.
Yan Ling raised his head half-way, looked at Liang He and asked, "Why do you want a little rabbit?"
Liang He smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I like it."
There was one thing Liang He didn't say. In fact, Liang He felt that the way Yan Ling acted so irritably towards him just now really looked like a little rabbit.
Yan Ling muttered in a funny way: "How can a grown man like rabbits?"
Liang He didn't explain after hearing this, he just smiled and rubbed Yan Ling's head. Yan Ling did not hide away, but lowered his head in embarrassment.
The sugar painting was ready in a short time. Liang He only took one bite, and the rest went into Yan Ling's stomach. It doesn't taste great, but it's very sweet.
(End of chapter)