Chu Yanhuan glanced at her and asked casually, "What's your name?"
The other party's eyes immediately sparkled, and he whispered: "My family's name is Fuyi."
Chu Yanhuan was silent for a while, and said quietly, "Why does this name sound like a hook?"
Fu Yi: "...you really love to joke."
Chaoyang Palace.
Fu Yi stood at the door for a long time before walking in in a daze, and said to Chu Yanhuan, "Are you the Ninth Princess?"
The girl glanced at her, and lazily replied: "Well, you know me?"
Fu Yi shook his head sincerely, "I don't know."
"..." Chu Yanhuan: "Then what are you talking about!"
Fuyi pursed his lips aggrievedly, and said admonishingly: "Princess, you are a girl, how can you say such vulgar words?"
Chu Yanhuan's eyelids twitched.
She had a hunch that she might have invited a Buddha.
as expected.
In the next few days, Chaoyang Palace was in chaos.
Bai Zhi asked Fu Yi, "Where are the lotus plants that the princess likes the most?"
Fuyi stared at the white fungus and snow lotus soup in his hand, and smiled stiffly.
"Uh, I stewed it."
Bai Zhi: "..."
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Before the banquet, Fuyi confidently helped Chu Yanhuan put on her makeup.
After half an hour.
Staring at the big painted face singing in the mirror, his face was as white as a ghost, and his lips were as red as blood.
She almost jumped up in fright.
Chu Yanhuan tried to take a deep breath, the corners of his eyes twitching non-stop.
She looked at Fuyi coldly, and said coolly, "Does it look good?"
Fuyi blinked, and smiled softly at her, "It's pretty."
Then, she was beaten by Chu Yanhuan.
Look at your big pineapple!
Fuyi silently wiped away tears, sniffed his nose, and squatted in a corner of the wall aggrieved.
Why is it always her who gets hurt
Oh~
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A few days later, Chu Yanhuan seriously called Fuyi to come to him.
Looking at this person, Chu Yanhuan felt angry, "You, come here for me."
Fu Yi stood obediently in front of her, and whispered softly: "Princess, do you have any orders?"
Chu Yanhuan said that he really wanted to smoke a cigarette.
She glanced at the man, "Thank you so much, why don't you just be a vase in peace?"
"Look at how much trouble you've caused me recently?"
Fuyi lowered his head and didn't make a sound.
Chu Yanhuan: "Don't pretend to be dead."
Fuyi: "Zhi—"
The girl laughed angrily, she slapped the table and stood up, angrily walked towards Fuyi.
But because she was walking too fast, she tripped over the hem of her skirt and fell straight to the ground.
And it's face to the ground!
The ladies in the palace: "Princess!" Then they rushed forward in a hurry to help Chu Yanhuan, but because the distance was too far.
That's too late!
Chu Yanhuan hurriedly stretched out his arms to touch the ground to prevent his pretty face from being smashed.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yi, who was obviously far away from her at that time, suddenly came in front of her.
Fuyi reached out and hugged Chu Yanhuan's waist, then put his body under her, and fell hard to the ground.
The girl opened one eye and glanced at her current situation.
Her hands were resting on Fuyi's chest.
Then, an untimely thought popped into the little girl's mind.
Like, a little flat
"!" Chu Yanhuan's eyelids twitched, and when he looked up, he met Fuyi's beautiful and gorgeous face, which was still an enlarged version.
The other party smiled at her with curved lips.
Chu Yanhuan's little heart trembled, she quickly withdrew her hand, and got up from the ground.
Fu Yi also sat up, her long hair fell down, the crow-blue hair was as thick as a waterfall, and it was more delicate against that beautiful face.
She raised her hand to cover her lips, and smiled charmingly and innocently, "Is the princess shy?"