"Engaged?"
Hearing this, he tilted his head and turned around, his squinted eyes opened a little, "You mean that sick man?"
Sick Yangzi is full of sickness, and he is actually not very flattering, but...that face looks good, and he quite likes it.
So, when it comes to her, he lifts up a little bit.
"Isn't it because I haven't gotten married yet? That little sick girl is only so old and not yet old." He didn't care, "Do you want me to go and play with her?"
He thought about it, because he was afraid that she would be **** off.
Sure enough, Sun Muzhen slapped him on the shoulder again, "What are you playing!?"
"I say this to let you spend more time with other girls, cultivate and cultivate relationships, and don't be with dubious people all day long!"
"Look at you, you are not in a hurry at all. Do you know what your brother is doing now? He and Miss Yunda often meet, and the relationship is already very deep. If this continues, you will fall behind!"
Although there is nothing comparable to this kind of thing, Sun Muzhen just wants him to take it seriously and not ignore the destined person who can help him win the throne.
In case Pei Guanlan reacts and wants to rob someone with her, then she will be considered to have the initiative, and Pei Guanlan will not be able to rob him even if he wants to.
"I mean it, get up! Sit down!"
"Pa—" Another slap.
Qi Mingze's shoulder hurt from being beaten by her, and he groaned a few times, "Mother, it hurts!"
"It hurts and you can't sit still!?"
"...Oh, I got it, I got it, I got it!"
He stood up suddenly, rubbed his shoulders, his face was full of displeasure, "I'll just go, okay?"
"It's not just about going, don't act like this when you go, it's a joke!"
"...Got it..." is really long-winded.
he muttered.
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At noon, the fourth prince, who had been waiting for his uncle until his legs and feet became numb, was finally able to leave.
The moment he got up, facing the two who had been suffering for a long time, they finally relaxed.
Yun Ling, whose limbs were sore from sitting, also stood up.
"Uncle."
The Fourth Prince Qi Lin bowed to Pei Tingwen, who arrived late, and Yun Ling followed suit.
"Master Pei."
Mr. Pei, who came late, has a white face and black clothes, a tall and tall body, with one hand on his back, with a calm and peaceful expression.
I don’t know where I went just now.
The vaguely tainted smell on her body seems to be...Yun Ling hasn't had time to smell it carefully.
"Miss Yun, it's getting late, Lin'er should go back."
Pei Tingwen lowered his head symbolically, and signaled, "I won't bother you this time. If you still have something to say to Lin'er, we will wait until next time."
"...Your Majesty, you are polite, don't bother me, the Fourth Highness and Your Excellency are here, how could it be an interruption?"
Yun Niao returned the gift again.
"It's noon, why don't your Highness and your lord eat before leaving?"
"No," Pei Tingwen patted Qi Lin's shoulder, "Lin'er still has homework to make up when he goes back, so he won't stay here."
After all, homework matters.
After waiting for a long time to comfort Qi Lin who could save half a day of homework: "..."
Still want to make up? ? ?
His mood suddenly became even more unpleasant.
Leaving Yun Mansion, bidding farewell to the Yun family, he endured it until he got into the car, finally couldn't help it, and said: "Uncle..."
"You don't need to make up your homework, just take a good rest today."
As if knowing what he wanted to say, Pei Tingwen interrupted leisurely.
Qi Lin's eyes lit up instantly, "Really?"