Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

Wake up.

It was already evening.

The road was wide, and the carriage traveled smoothly.

When Jiang Miaomiao opened her eyes from her dream, she was still a little dazed.

She stared blankly at the boy's chin, his well-defined jawline, and his high, straight nose.

Even from the perspective of death, it's still very interesting.

However, she was still slightly inferior to her second brother, who was the most handsome young man she had ever seen.

none of them.

While lost in thought, he saw a pair of deep phoenix eyes looking at him with a smile.

"Miaomiao is awake!" King Jing gently pinched the tip of her nose.

Jiang Miaomiao came to her senses and sat up, looking at him with sleepy eyes, "Uncle Jing, where are my mother and aunt?"

Through the curtains billowing in the wind, one can see the scenery outside.

This is the way back.

Prince Jing pinched her chubby little face and said with a smile, "They're in the carriage in front. They were afraid their voices would disturb you, so I let you come with your uncle."

Then I straightened her little pigtails, which had flattened from sleeping.

They can't be helped up.

I simply untied her hair tie and retied it.

Xi'er served him with a smile, carrying snacks and tea. The young master would eat snacks or walnuts as soon as he woke up, every day.

It seems that the young master really likes Prince Jing; even in his sleep, he clings to his clothes and won't let go.

Even Lady Lu couldn't do anything about her, which is why she let her go with Prince Jing.

It seems that Prince Jing also likes her, even better than he would treat his own niece, and he doesn't act like a prince at all.

The young master drooled all over him, but he didn't even show a bad face.

It's incredible.

Jiang Miaomiao followed Xi'er's gaze and saw Jing Wang's wet sleeves.

Her face immediately turned red.

Don't be afraid, she's just a little girl, she's not embarrassed.

She slid off Prince Jing's lap and sat down beside him, taking the handkerchief Xi'er had given her to wipe her mouth and wiping it on his arm, "Wipe it..."

King Jing was instantly amused by her and let her wipe it.

Xi'er frowned slightly, this...

The cloth is covered in oil and crumbs; won't wiping it make it even dirtier?

Shi Shu turned her head away, unable to bear watching.

Prince Jing's moon-white robe with gold brocade and a round collar was specially made for his meeting with Miss Mu.

Is it still usable like this?

Jiang Miaomiao just grabbed the handkerchief casually and didn't pay much attention, but now she wiped herself with it.

Some crumbs were stuck to his white sleeves.

Her hand paused...

Uh oh! This is awkward.

King Jing frowned slightly as he looked at his sleeves, which were covered in saliva, oil, and crumbs.

But only for a moment, and his smile returned.

Xue'er doesn't want him anymore, so what use are pretty clothes to him?

He used his other clean sleeve to wipe the crumbs from the little girl's mouth.

"Miaomiao, can you do Uncle Jing a favor?"

"OK……"

Jiang Miaomiao wiggled her little feet, ate walnuts, and readily agreed.

Prince Jing picked her up and asked her, "Little Jia Yue is sick and won't eat. Miao Miao, go see her and have something to eat with her, okay?"

"She... still quite enjoys playing with you..."

Jiang Miaomiao looked up at him, her mouth unconsciously agape, still holding the walnut kernel she hadn't swallowed.

Accompanying Cao Jiayue to eat?

Does Cao Jiayue like playing with her?

King Jing isn't seriously ill, is he? Little Bean Sprout both hates and fears her, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Will Little Bean Sprout be able to eat if I eat with her?

No, no, no, if the two of them eat together, one will be furious and the other will choke to death...

The little cub pouted, "Uncle Jing, no, I don't want to eat with Little Bean Sprout."

Anyway, she's a kid, so it's normal for her to go back on her word.

Prince Jing was surprised that the little girl had such a strong temper. He rolled his eyes and smiled, "Uncle had the chef make roast chicken, sweet and sour pork, and crystal pork jelly!"

He had inquired and learned that the little guy was a glutton, especially fond of these dishes.

However, Madam Lu is worried that she will grow into a little ball of fat, so she is controlling her food intake.

However, it's okay to eat it occasionally.

Sure enough, the little guy's eyes sparkled.

Suckling her fingers and tilting her head, she said in a soft, sweet voice, "Well... okay, but you can't tell Mother."

"Hahaha... I won't tell, I won't tell..."

Everyone covered their mouths and nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

Upon arriving at the door, Prince Jing instructed the old servant, "Shi Shu, tell Lady Lu that Princess Jia Yue has invited Miao Miao to our home. I will personally escort her home later."

Shi Shu: ...

If the young princess knew that she had invited Miaomiao, she would probably be cured immediately.

He pursed his lips, suppressing a smile, and knocked on the gate of Lu Garden...

In the neighboring yard.

"Princess, have you finished eating? The Prince is back."

Upon hearing the report from her trusted confidante, Granny Yan quickly picked up the wet wipes she had prepared beforehand and used them to wipe Cao Jiayue's mouth, face, and hands, and then changed her clothes before taking her to the dining room.

She kept reminding him along the way, "Princess, when the Prince asks you what you want to eat, just say you don't want anything..."

"do you know?"

Cao Jiayue nodded.

"If they ask again, just cry, cry as hard as you can, and say you want to find your parents..."

"Only in this way can you go home and see your parents and grandmother."

Cao Jiayue raised her little face, pouting, "Grandma, I want to go home... to find my parents, to find my grandmother... Waaah..."

"Yes, yes, that's it!" He had to cry and make a fuss, and refuse to eat properly. I don't believe that Prince Jing could be so heartless as to not send the young master back.

Granny Yan smiled with satisfaction.

Whenever the topic of going home, her parents, and her grandmother comes up, the little princess reacts like this; it couldn't be more real.

They don't need to bother teaching them.

As she approached the dining room, her smile vanished, replaced by a worried expression.

He gently comforted the little girl in his arms, "Princess, don't be sad. The Prince is waiting for you in the front hall..."

She stepped over the threshold with Cao Jiayue in her arms, glancing around the room.

He froze on the spot.

"You...why are you here?"

Jiang Miaomiao slid off the small stool and ran to them, looking up at Cao Jiayue.

She said in a childish voice, "I heard you weren't eating, so I came to check on you."

Cao Jiayue stared in surprise, her mouth agape.

Then he shrank back, looked at her in terror, and screamed, "Go...go away..."

"Granny...go, let her go...sob..."

Granny Yan glared at the maid in the room and scolded, "Did you hear that? The young princess doesn't want to see her..."

"Who let this in? Take it away right now."

Xi'er quickly stepped forward to take the young master back and looked the master and servant up and down.

The little baby in the round-faced woman's arms was undoubtedly Princess Jiayue.

So what if she's a princess! Her young master is still a guest of Prince Jing.

Don't show your weakness!

She stepped forward. "Princess, my young lady was invited by Prince Jing. She cannot leave unless the prince allows it."

The maids exchanged glances, then chimed in, "Granny, it was Eunuch Shi who led them in..."

Grandpa Shi personally went to prepare meals for the little girl.

Who dares to chase them away!

Are you tired of living?

Granny Yan opened her mouth, but it was as if a fishbone was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

With a dark expression, she carried the little master into the house and placed her on a stool in front of the dining table.

Cao Jiayue, however, clung tightly to her sleeve, "Granny, let her go, I hate her..."

“Princess, she is the prince’s guest. If you ask her to leave, the prince will be angry.”

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