The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

Mingyue, her master and her servant sat leisurely around Wen Xun.

Looking at the three little kids in front of him, who all held their chins with their hands in unison and stared at him, even a cold-hearted person like Wen Xun felt a little uncomfortable.

She pushed the gift box she had brought, which was wrapped in pink velvet and tied with an exaggerated flower-shaped knot. "Ahem, I'm sorry to have come to visit you today to express my gratitude."

Mingyue's eyes widened. This deadly Barbie pink! Also, Wen Xun's attitude wasn't begging for help at all; it was a prelude to selling me out.

Although he was very curious about what was in the box, he didn't know what evil he was thinking, so he stretched out his little index finger and pushed the box back.

The lackey said, "Hey, Brother Wen, if you have something to say, please tell me! Who am I, Zhao Mingyue? How could I possibly accept your things?"

I was just waiting for you to ask me! Wen Xun followed up the conversation, "Princess, what did you talk about with Gao Tianba in the interrogation room of the Dali Temple that day?"

Mingyue suddenly realized, "Is that all you're asking?"

She took the gift box and opened it roughly. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You kept dithering and scared me to death. Don't you always mock me?"

As expected, such "exquisite" packaging contains an even more beautiful gift.

A small clay doll dressed in deadly Barbie pink appeared in front of everyone. Mingyue and Taotao rolled their eyes at the same time. This color was hard to describe.

"Don't you like it?" Wen Xun felt a little embarrassed seeing Mingyue's expression. He thought he knew her well enough. "Is pink your favorite color? Does this terracotta figurine look like you?"

Mingyue picked up the bright pink pottery figurine and placed it next to her face, "How can it be similar?"

She ran to open her closet door, and inside were clothes of all colors, but not Barbie pink. "Look! So many pinks, reds, and purples, how can they be similar!"

Taotao also looked at Wen Xun with indignation.

Only Zhizhi stood there, with an obviously obsessed expression, "Miss, isn't this quite beautiful?"

I have never seen such beautiful colors.

Mingyue was a little stunned. She looked at the pottery figurine in her hand, trying to find its beauty. She turned it over and over. Finally, she couldn't bear to look at it anymore and handed it to Zhizhi. "Since you like it so much, it seems you are destined to be with her. I will give it to you as a gift."

She took it reverently and held it in her arms.

Mingyue unexpectedly discovered that this terracotta figurine did not look like herself, but rather looked quite like Zhizhi.

Wen Xun's patience had almost reached its limit at this point.

Fortunately, Mingyue didn't talk about the terracotta warriors anymore. She thought about what happened that day when she "visited" him, and then told him everything she knew.

Wen Xun sighed. As expected, he found nothing. He was too lazy to drink the tea. He stood up and was about to leave, but Mingyue stopped him. "What's wrong? Tell me, what happened!"

Wen Xun thought that he had no idea what to do if he went back, so he might as well see what new ideas this little girl could come up with. He found a larger rocking chair and sat on it, and briefly explained his investigation of Gao Tianba.

"Is it that complicated? Has he done so many bad things? It doesn't look like it."

Mingyue didn't know what was going on. Ever since she woke up from her last nightmare, she had many different feelings about many people and many things.

For example, you subconsciously feel that it will rain today, but the sky is clearly clear, but suddenly there is lightning and thunder within half an hour.

For example, when you look at someone inexplicably, you think he is about to be unlucky. Sure enough, the next moment, hundreds of crows are circling above his head. Many people are scared and hide away, but they don’t expect that he is the only one who is hit by large drops of bird droppings. Wherever he goes, bird droppings follow him.

For example, when I saw Gao Tianba causing trouble from afar, I realized that he was not a good person. But when I saw Gao Tianba in prison clothes that day, I felt that he was not a completely bad person, but rather a pitiful person.

Wen Xun listened to Mingyue's question and thought she was innocent and cute. He pinched the two balls on her head and said, "I said you are stupid, and you really are stupid. Who would write "I am a bad person" on their face?"

The bright moon dodged his clutches and sat on the doorstep, watching the clouds roll by in the sky.

Wen Xun unexpectedly calmed down at this moment, his eyes slowly closed, and he didn't even hear Mingyue's question.

"Brother Wen, do you think Gao Tianba in prison is an imposter?"

No one replied for a long time. When I turned around, Wen Xun was asleep in the rocking chair. Her long eyelashes couldn't cover the dark circles under her eyes, and her long legs were bent together with nowhere to rest.

Alas, the Gao Tianba case involved so many people that even the Dali Temple's Minister of Justice had few hairs left, not to mention Wen Xun, the Dali Temple's Junior Minister.

I asked Xiao Mazi to find a thick blanket for Wen Xun to cover himself with. It was getting a bit cold in late October. The master and servants quietly closed the door and set up a bread oven in the yard.

According to the memory of the previous life, there was a famous Internet celebrity, no, it should be said that it was a very hard-working and capable video creator and artist of Chinese cultural heritage, Li Ziqi, who once made a bread kiln.

But I remember that it looked simple at the time, but it was actually not easy to do.

Mingyue and her friends have failed several times in making this bread oven, but fortunately, they can make new progress every time.

When Wen Xun opened his eyes, he was a little confused about what day it was. He hadn't had such a comfortable sleep for a long time.

When I woke up, I saw the three little kids with mud all over their faces and bodies. I rubbed my brows and turned back, wondering if I was still not awake and whether I should go back to sleep for a while, when Mingyue called out, "Brother Wen! Are you awake?"

Seeing the clay man Yue getting closer and closer, Wen Xun jumped five meters away and said, "Don't come over here!"

Mingyue then looked down at her dirty paws and clothes covered in dirt, then chuckled. She had forgotten that Wen Xun was a mysophobe. "Brother Wen, wait for me for a quarter of an hour!"

Sure enough, after a quarter of an hour, it turned back into a sweet and soft little ball.

"Brother Wen, can you take me back to Dali Temple with you?"

"No." Wen Xun refused without thinking.

"Brother Wen, please, let me go?"

"No, I don't agree."

"Who knows, maybe Gao Tianba will speak up if I go there?"

Wen Xun was shaken. "This matter, this matter still needs the emperor's decision."

Seeing Mingyue's head drooping, Wen Xun added, "But it's urgent..."

Mingyue held Wen Xun's hand tightly, "Let's go! Let's set off now!!"