Quick time travel female supporting role: the sickly villain is suave and seductive

Chapter 11 Prince, please respect yourself11

Prince Ming pushed his wheelchair to the table, picked up the bun with chopsticks and took a bite.

His movements are elegant and neither slow nor slow. Even if he is eating an eighteen-fold bun, it does not affect his good manners.

Lan Shuang couldn't help but look at it again and again.

"Um?"

When Lan Shuang looked at her for the ninth time, Prince Ming finally couldn't help but look up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Shuang was caught peeping, but she didn't feel guilty at all. She smiled and swallowed the last bit of tofu in her mouth, "It's nothing, I just think it's pleasant to watch the prince eat."

She said it naturally, but it made Prince Ming stunned.

Yu Xiao and Yu Heng from behind looked at each other, and Yu Heng raised his eyebrows: This princess is a bit sophisticated.

Yu Xiao:……

Yu Heng: What does she mean?

Yu Xiao:……

Yu Heng frowned and blinked: Are you poisoned and mute?

Yu Xiao flew over with a knife in his eye.

Yu Heng:……

Yu Heng looked up at the sky helplessly. Is he the only sensible person in this house?

"I've finished eating. Your Majesty, please use it slowly."

Lan Shuang wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, Mian Xiang immediately handed over the tea, Lan Shuang took it but didn't use it immediately.

King Ming didn't eat much. He was full after drinking two steamed buns and a bowl of tofu.

Lan Shuang then picked up the teacup and rinsed her mouth, and so did King Ming.

After the two of them had packed up, Yu Hengcai said: "Your Majesty, Princess, the carriage is ready, and the gifts are also placed on the carriage."

"Wait a minute, have you prepared a gift?"

Lan Shuang raised her long eyebrows slightly and looked at King Ming.

Prince Ming looked at her puzzled: "Huh?"

Lan Shuang shook her head and said to Heng: "Take everything down, there is no need to prepare anything, and there is no need to send anything to the British government in the future."

"This..." Yu Heng looked embarrassed: "After all, this is the princess's natal family. Isn't it easy to attract people's attention by doing this?"

"My mother's family?" Lan Shuang stood up and held Bi Qing's hand, gathered the shawl around her arms, and said softly: "Those who give birth to children are called their mother's family, and those who are born but not raised are called their mother's family. What kind of family do they have when they find them and don't want to take responsibility?"

?I have done my best by not disobeying the decree and sending their family to prison."

Yu Heng was blocked and speechless.

Prince Ming glanced at him and waved his hand: "Do as the princess says."

"yes."

Yu Heng hurriedly went out and asked someone to move things down.

Lan Shuang went out before Ming Wang. After all, they were going to be at odds with each other. What's the point of leaving together?

Biqing held her hand. When passing by the garden, she saw the two maids from the last selection picking flowers. They were dressed quite delicately. She couldn't help but frowned: "What are they doing here? It's not a big deal.

Maid, are you so dressed up?"

Lan Shuang followed her gaze and smiled without saying a word.

What else can you do? Just wait to meet Prince Ming. After all, this is a detailed work. How can you find out the news without getting close to Prince Ming?

"Xiao Baba, who do these two belong to?"

888: "Oh, they are the queen's people, you can also say they are the emperor's people. Anyway, this couple vents their anger out of the same nostril."

"No wonder Prince Ming kept them here even though he knew it was Xizuo, but he didn't give them a chance to get close. It turns out they are the emperor's people."

Lan Shuang knew what she was doing, and said to Bi Qing: "It doesn't matter what they do, you are the maid, and what are their identities? Isn't it a price reduction to care about these things?"

Biqing heard the same thing and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I will remember the teachings of the princess."

After saying that, she supported Lan Shuang and straightened her waist.

…

A large carriage stopped outside the palace. It looked very luxurious. Lan Shuang held Bi Qing's hand and stepped forward first. Prince Ming was a few steps behind and was pushed out by Yu Xiao. His face was gloomy and his mood was clearly written on his face.

The people who were watching saw this and whispered to each other.

Cannon fodder A: "Hey, today is the day when the princess returns home, right? Look at the expression on the prince's face, tsk tsk tsk - it's really ugly."

Passerby B: "Isn't it said that the prince is the most arrogant and unscrupulous person? Why go if you don't want to?"

Insider: "I heard that the prince went to the palace by himself before. The emperor gave him a few words of reprimand. I guess it was to give the emperor face, right?"

Lecher: "Hey, it's such a pity that the princess is such a beautiful woman."

What this man said was so sincere and his voice was so loud that Prince Ming, who had just boarded the carriage, listened intently.

He glanced at Lan Shuang beside him with unknown meaning.

Lan Shuang didn't look at him. She took out a storybook from her arms and read it with interest.

Prince Ming: "..."

Isn't he a bit redundant?

But Lan Shuang didn't say anything, Prince Ming just looked at her openly and openly.

Her eyebrows were drooped, her long eyelashes were as thick as small fans, and her black hair was piled lazily on the back of her head, revealing a fair and slender neck as moist as gelatin.

Going up along this beautiful line, is her side face as smooth and delicate as jade.

She is indeed quite beautiful. There is no one else in the whole of Kyoto who could be picked out. The British father brought her back, and I am afraid that her appearance took eight of the credit.

It's perfect for marriage.

Prince Ming thought as his eyes gradually darkened.

Lan Shuang seemed calm, but she was actually complaining to 888 behind her back: "Why is he staring at me all the time? Aren't you tired? I'm tired of this posture."

888: "Well... he seems to have slipped away."

"What?" Lan Shuang gritted her teeth: "I didn't tell you earlier."

She breathed out softly, turned around and leaned against the car wall, face to face with Prince Ming. She couldn't believe that he had the nerve to keep staring at her in this posture!

Facts have proved that he is really embarrassed.

Prince Ming seemed to be competing with her. When she moved, he moved too. He just looked at her intently, wishing that there would be flowers on her face with his eyes.

Lan Shuang felt like her face was on fire. She couldn't bear it any longer. She sighed, put down the storybook in her hand, and asked helplessly: "Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"

Prince Ming chuckled lightly, lowered his eyes, then raised them again, "I thought you could keep pretending for a long time, but I didn't expect that you wouldn't be able to pretend anymore so soon."

Lan Shuang wanted to roll her eyes, what happened to this man?

"Then what do you want your prince to do?"

Lan Shuang asked sincerely, and Prince Ming shook his head: "Oh, it's nothing."

Lan Shuang: "..."

She gritted her teeth and tried to keep smiling: "Oh, please turn back, my face hurts."

As she spoke, she shook her script to vent her anger, but this shake attracted Prince Ming's attention.

Prince Ming lowered his eyes and his eyes suddenly froze.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and read out: "I saw the prince's slender fingers protruding into the skirt of the beautiful woman's clothes, and then smiled evilly. The beautiful woman lowered her eyes shyly, gave a coquettish voice, hooked the prince's belt with her fingers, and whispered softly: 'I miss you so much.

Your Majesty has been here for a long time...'"

Lan Shuang: "!"

Her eyes widened, and she slammed the notebook shut with so much force that it made a "pop" sound, as if a slap had been slapped on her face.

There was an invisible villain scolding her: "I told you to read this kind of colorful book on the carriage! That's right!"

Lan Shuang: I want to put it back on, but I don’t know if it’s too late.

(End of chapter)