As soon as he said it, Cen Xijin stretched out his two-finger Zen, pinched and poked the prince's fair face a few times, then took a step back and showed off his authority with a playful and angry expression: " Your Highness, please don't move! Otherwise, the servants will ignore you and let Your Highness stay here alone. By the way, be careful that you may encounter ghosts!"
ghost? !
The prince's tears were instantly withdrawn. Before he had time to investigate Cen Xijin's crime of disrespect, his heart was quickly occupied by the "ghost" in Cen Xijin's mouth. He pouted his small mouth that could hang an oil bottle and became angry. He glared at her: "Presumptuous!!"
This angry little soft bun makes Cen Xijin feel very maternal and excited. Oh, I really want to poke this little meatball's soft face again - how can I break it /≧▽≦/!
Several people in Lu Pavilion were also frightened by Cen Xijin's actions. Several people reacted and accused each other: "How dare you - how dare you look down on His Highness!"
The nobles all left. Cen Xijin was not afraid of them now. Instead, he puffed up his chest and glanced at them sideways, and sneered: "Sisters, do you also want His Highness to go back early? That's why His Highness' arm hurts!"
She could see it all from behind.
Everyone pushed against the wall - none of these palace maids were loyal. If they were really sincere, how could they ignore the child's delicate arms and pull them back and forth like a tug-of-war, completely caring about their own safety!
Especially the eldest palace maid Pingnu, who looks like a compassionate and tearful Virgin to everyone she meets. I'm afraid she has changed her mind and switched to someone else!
Nowadays, there are many people in the Chengqian Palace who seek refuge with others to find a way out. Cen Xijin has no way to escape, otherwise she would have fled with her long ago - but when she returns to the palace, she treats her old master and such a six-year-old child. You need to be so cruel!
As soon as Cen Xijin said this, Ping Nuqing'er felt his face hurt, but Lu Ting was nonchalant and indifferent.
"So sisters, it's better to go ahead and tell the imperial doctor to wait when you return to the palace. The slaves will naturally coax His Highness back!" Children with bigger butts and tender arms and legs are injured. Not a trivial matter.
Seeing that this little palace maid who usually looked like a saw-mouthed gourd was now speaking so righteously and speaking like a knife, several people felt extremely uncomfortable.
But none of them wanted to carry the prince back. It was quite a long way from here to the East Palace...
Pingnu and Qing'er looked at each other and sighed in their hearts. If the Gu family was still doing well, why would they do this and do such ungrateful things?
After all, Pingnu was also a palace maid, so she had no reason to say good things to the third-class palace maids. Lu Ting was in charge of killing and not burying people, so the burden fell on Qing'er, who had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out with a wry smile: "Then... Sorry for bothering my sister, I must take good care of His Highness."
Others have caught up to say good things, and Cen Xijin is no longer as timid and useless as before. He looked directly into Qiao'er's eyes, bowed upright, and said loudly: "Xijin, please remember."
Listening to what they meant, it seemed that this fierce and ugly woman would carry him back to the palace later. The prince's heart felt cold. Then he lay on the ground again, kicked his legs, raised his arms, rolled back and forth, and started to cry. : "She is so ugly, I don't want her to carry her, I want sister Lu Ting to carry her!"
Cen Xijin: "..." What does it mean to be so ugly!
Lu Ting fled in despair.
Soon, only Cen Xijin and the little prince were left staring at each other, standing and lying on their backs, nailed to the spot.
"Hey, please come back to the palace, Your Highness." Seeing that everyone had left, Cen Xijin suddenly smiled. She had no intention of carrying this little meatball back. Otherwise, why would he have two legs? He is such a naughty kid. Being spoiled.
"Ugly man, I don't like you! I won't leave!" The naughty boy lay on the ground, not caring that his soft little butt was touching the ground through a thin layer of brocade, and turned his head in a bad temper. Huh, he doesn't care about such an ugly person. When he returns to the East Palace, he will reward her with eighty pieces of cake!
Cen Xijin smiled evilly, haha, that brat has quite a personality.
"Well... well, if you don't leave, I will leave, so you can stay here alone." Cen Xijin narrowed his eyes and smiled as cunningly as a successful fox.
"You, how dare you... Ping, Aunt Ping and the others said they wanted you to send me back. If you leave, I, I, I, I will... ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." As he spoke, the prince's little fleshy face wrinkled up again. Bitter Melon, grinning and crying.
"Okay, open your eyes and see if I dare!" Cen Xijin nodded confidently, looking very confident. Huh, her method was tested on countless flowers of the motherland. I think back then, she was also a figure who dominated the second grade campus.
What naughty child dares not to listen to her?
One word: cut.
Before the stunned prince could react, Cen Xijin turned around and walked away as fast as he could - without any intention of waiting for him.
"Woo...Woo..."
Seeing Cen Xijin walking further and further away, his shadow almost disappeared, the howling wind just roared into the prince's collar, brushed against his thin skin and tender flesh, and passed over the warm back of his neck.
Hiss...is there really a ghost? None of the palace guests were missing, and the sky was still dark and scary.
Finally, the prince pursed his lips and couldn't hold back the fear in his heart. In the end, he stood up with tears streaming down his face and ran after Cen Xijin's disappearing figure, shouting as he ran:
"Ugly man! Wait for me, wait for me!"
Ugly person? !
Cen Xijin's feet stagnated and he almost fell.
Well, she really wants to slap this naughty kid on the butt, how can she break it?
Cen Xijin felt so proud. Looking at the naughty boy's short legs, he deliberately slowed down his pace.
His Royal Highness the Prince "rolled" behind her like a round glutinous rice dumpling. He hugged her hard from behind and tried to climb on her back.
It seems like she still has to carry it?
"Carry me!" Nuomi Dumpling ordered confidently.
"Tsk, tsk, don't you think I'm ugly and don't want me to carry you?!" Cen Xijin behaved like a villain with sarcastic remarks. She had no choice but to make fun of this boy when she looked at his arrogant look.
The prince pouted, looking disdainful, cleared his throat and said, "I will give you a chance."
Cen Xijin: "..."
What made her even more speechless was that when she was carrying it obediently, this guy actually said "drive" and his legs were still clamping her waist like a horse's belly...
Cen Xijin frowned, and then said in a rough and fierce voice: "Be honest! Otherwise, the devil will come after you!"
Now that someone was around him, the prince became bolder: "You lied, how could the ghost listen to you?" Come to think of it, if the ghost wants to listen, it must also listen to him, the prince. He is the son of the emperor, the son of the dragon. Son! Why should you listen to a little maid, and such an ugly little maid at that!
"I know a lot of ghost friends and know a lot of ghost stories - if you don't believe it, I'll tell you slowly." The journey was so boring anyway, so it would be better to tell a story to scare this brat.
"Huh, tell me." The prince rolled his eyes when he heard this. He didn't believe the lie!
"Then let me tell you a story about painted skin. My second uncle's cousin married in Taiyuan. There lived a scholar next door to her house. This scholar's surname was Wang and he was known as Wang Sheng. One morning, he was walking on the road and met I met a woman as beautiful as a flower..."
Cen Xijin was not very good-looking, but her voice was pleasant, and her stories were vivid. The prince was immediately enchanted when he heard "a woman as beautiful as a flower".
She thought, she wanted to let this kid understand that good medicine tastes bitter, honest advice offends the ears, and ugly people are always good people... ahem.
"Nonsense! Daughters are made of flesh and blood. Since the woman was born as beautiful as a flower, she must be gentle and graceful. How could she be a ghost? She must be a magic trick who wants to trick people into eating and drinking." The prince thought. Ah, aren't the beautiful maids around him kind and gentle?
As an excellent people's teacher, Cen Xijin also told the story vividly: "Don't believe it. The more Wang Sheng returned to his study, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He found that the courtyard door was closed from the inside, so he He climbed over the wall and sneaked in and peeked through the crack in the window, only to see a green-skinned evil ghost with teeth as sharp as saws. It spread a complete human skin on the bed and was holding a colored pen on the bed. Trace and trace on it..."
"Yeah!" The prince closed his eyes and was so frightened that he huddled on Cen Xijin's back and shivered.
Cen Xijin's smile was as bright as a flower, and she was so proud.
