Pretty Prince vs Fake Girl

Murong Ze smiled like a child begging for candy, satisfied and content.

"How? You said everyone is afraid of being tickled?"

Liang Xuan was scratched, jumped down to the ground, and launched a counterattack against Murong Ze's waist, "Even if I'm afraid, I'm not more afraid than you!"

The two of them wrestled together immediately, refusing to give in to each other, and their strikes were quick and ruthless. Suddenly, either twisted and suppressed or hearty laughter filled the whole room.

"What are you guys making a fuss about?!"

Both Murong Ze and Liang Xuan were stunned by the scolding that came out of the air, and they turned their heads in surprise to stare at Yue Qing who was in front of the door like a god descending.

Limbs intertwined, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping, the heat was so hot that one could only dream about it, not to mention Yueqing, a veteran of Fengyuechang. , but you have to consider the situation when talking to each other and exchanging thoughts, do you dare to just sleep in the middle of the night!"

Liang Xuan pretended to be shy and said, "I hate it~ good brother, are you listening until now? It's really...playing, rascal, rascal~~"

Yue Qing suddenly felt like a fly was stuck in his throat, he was so sick that he couldn't vomit, his face was livid.

Murong Ze closed his eyes and took a deep breath, quietly moved his cheeks that were a little stiff from laughing, opened his eyes suddenly, stretched out his hand and pushed Liang Xuan who was pressing on him to the side, stood up and pretended to pat his clothes, Knowingly, he asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Yueqing felt that he could not communicate with either of them, which is probably the reason why these two people who have different personalities can get along peacefully... After all... Although there are various reasons for strange things, there is always a reason for strange things. What they have in common is that they are all wonderful, involuntarily attracted to each other, and then united and friendly to complement each other and shine...

In order to sleep soundly, Yueqing made a decision after a little thought.

He leaned on the door, and suddenly bent his eyes and smiled charmingly, and said with the utmost sweetness and seductiveness, "How? I have a lot of ways to make you more excited and sleepless at night, but you want to try it yourself?"

Yueqing zoomed in, Liang Xuan deeply felt that he was as small as a drop in the ocean, and that he was so pitiful and pathetic that he shook his head like a rattle.

Murongze felt a slight chill from that bright smile, and after associating with Yueqing's identity, he immediately replied with a straight face, "Thank you for your kindness, let alone him, I want to sleep."

Liang Xuan immediately shouted, "I want to sleep too!"

Yue Qing nodded slightly contentedly, "That's the best, let's rest earlier."

Watching Yueqing smiling and caringly helping them close the door, they were both relieved when they were sure that the footsteps could no longer be heard.

Liang Xuan was lying on the ground lying on his back, Murong Ze squinted at him, and suddenly asked, "Why did you come to my place in the middle of the night?"

Liang Xuan weakly pointed to the roast chicken on the table that had been cold for a long time, and said, "The roast chicken is agreed."

"Hmph! I didn't send it until now, and I should have starved to death long ago relying on you!"

Murong Ze rolled his eyes angrily, Liang Xuan glanced at him, and said in surprise, "Could it be that you really haven't eaten all this time? The sound I heard before was really your stomach growling!"

Murong Ze blushed slightly, and glared angrily, "Don't you understand people's words! I said I don't expect you to starve because of waiting for you!"

Liang Xuan looked at him speechlessly, and said quietly, "Then don't swallow."

"You!" Murong Ze was furious, but dissipated inexplicably. Instead, he said calmly, "Indeed, I have endured hunger for three hours waiting for your roast chicken, so you must make it up to me, go and give it to me." I'll cook a bowl of noodles, I want to eat noodles."

Liang Xuan looked at him with a smile, and said, "You have a good idea, but I don't want it."

Murong Ze smiled brighter than him, "Eating too greasy in the middle of the night is not conducive to digestion, but if I don't eat it, I will be hungry and sleepless, and if I don't sleep well, it will definitely affect Yueqing. You can decide what to do." .”

Liang Xuan stared at Murong Ze in disbelief, stared at each other for a long while, but was finally defeated by those bright and smiling eyes.

Before leaving, Murong Ze called him back again, and said arrogantly, "Go and find me a clean dress, this body is completely dirty by you."

"Who made the move first!" Liang Xuan couldn't help shouting.

Murong Ze turned around leisurely, his eyes were indifferent, and he replied with a tone of tone, "Huh—?"

Liang Xuan's arrogance instantly waned, and when he thought about it carefully, it was actually his own hand that woke him up, so he could only smash his teeth and swallow his blood, and he had no choice but to accept his fate.

Of course, afterwards, Murong Ze regretted his decision at this moment. If life could be restarted, he would definitely insist on asking Liang Xuan to cook noodles for him, and then eat the cold roast chicken without hesitation. .

Even if you have a stomachache, it is better than an uprising of your taste buds.

The next day, early in the morning, Murong Ze slowly opened his eyes.

Wu Zi stared at the top of the bed in a daze for a moment, moved his lips, and shouted hoarsely, "Wen Cai..."

Unable to get a response, she opened her mouth slightly and yawned silently, then shouted again, "Wen Cai!"

There was no answer for a long time again, Murong Ze was very unhappy, Qing Jun's brows were furrowed suddenly, and the blurred eyes flashed, and it dawned on him that Wen Cai still didn't know where he was...

He got up silently, staring at the rough blue cloth on his body expressionlessly, not knowing where Liang Xuan found it last night, it was ugly, but he just wanted to make it clean.

But how can only one piece of clothing resist the severe cold outside?

He raised his eyes and looked around, his gaze lightly swept across the blackened fox fur, but he moved away without stopping.

so dirty...

Just when he was at a loss, a young disciple knocked lightly on his door and asked politely, "I wonder if the young master has got up?"

Murong Ze straightened his clothes and said, "What's the matter?"

The little disciple replied, "Bring some freshly boiled hot water for you to wash."

Murong Ze's eyes shone slightly, he walked over to open the door almost eagerly, and let the little disciple enter the room sideways.

The little disciple saw Murong Ze at a glance, couldn't help but was stunned, and asked doubtfully, "Master, this clothes...?"

Murong Ze was surprised, "It's obviously ugly?"

The little disciple blinked for a while, and asked with a strange expression, "Master, do you think this dress is ugly?"

Murong Ze was confused by this little disciple's question, and asked uncertainly, "Don't you think it's ugly? But...very ugly?"

The little disciple almost stuffed his paws into his mouth, stared at Murong Ze with grievances for a moment, and finally made up his mind to ask, "Dare to ask my lord, is this dress really yours?"

Murongze shook his head sincerely, "How can I have such ugly clothes, maybe it's my friend... maybe someone asked someone to borrow it."

The little disciple silently pulled out the three sharp arrows that had been thrust violently into his little heart, suddenly raised his finger and pointed to his nose, and said slightly annoyed, "I am that so-and-so! And that so-and-so is not borrowed Yes, it’s clear that I just picked it up without asking, my clothes are just wet and only the sleeves are hanging outside, I forgot to take them back last night, it’s gone today, but now it’s inexplicably wearing on you!”

Murong Ze's handsome face instantly exiled all expressions.

Air condensation.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but he suddenly frowned and said, "You mean that this dress originally belonged to you?"

The little disciple nodded righteously, "Naturally."

Murong Ze's frown deepened slightly, "Did you accidentally wet your sleeves and hang them out to dry?"

The little disciple was stunned by the cold frost hidden in Murong Ze's eyes, "...Yes, yes, and then your friend took it away rudely!"

Murong Ze immediately raised his voice, "That's not the point! The point is that you didn't wash this dress at all, and you just took it to dry?!"

The little disciple opened his eyes and was innocently confused, "So what? It's so cold, why bother to wash the whole clothes just because the sleeves are wet?"

Murong Ze stared, "Because I'm wearing it! How dare you not wash it?!"

After arguing for a long time, the little disciple finally understood why this young master reacted so violently. It was because he thought his unwashed clothes were dirty...

Speechlessly looking at Murong Ze, who was blushing, the little disciple said frankly, "I didn't wash the clothes for you to wear, sir! Besides, if you don't like dirty clothes, you can take them off and don't wear them." That’s right, I’ll put the water here, please help yourself!”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked swiftly, Murong Ze grabbed him, and the little disciple turned his head and stared at him with an unfriendly expression. He hesitated for a while, and then asked softly, "Can you please find a clean one for me?"

The little disciple felt suffocated in his chest, turned around suddenly, but saw that the unbearable anguish on Murong Ze's eyebrows did not seem to be fake, so he couldn't help but sighed deeply, and replied powerlessly, "Just wait."

Murongze pursed his lips and smiled contentedly, and added casually, "There is also a coat. My fox fur is dirty and I can't wear it."

The little disciple took a deep look at him, turned around and left without saying a word.

Not long after, the little disciple came back with some clothes and a red double-breasted leather jacket. Murong Ze stared at the ball hesitantly, but was cut off by the little disciple when he was about to speak. , "Don't be picky, that's all!"

Murong Ze fluttered his slender eyelashes like ink dye, and said innocently, "I just want you to get out of the way first, I want to change clothes."

The corner of the little disciple's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he retreated outside the door expressionlessly.

These things are usually done by maids, and they are served in a gentle way when they go out. Murong Ze is alone in the room, sweating, and finally put on all the clothes, and returned the rough blue cloth When giving it to the little disciple, he also kindly reminded, "This time, wash it before drying it."

The little disciple rolled his eyes without hesitation, "Don't worry about it!"

Murong Ze twisted his body slightly, feeling that his clothes were wrinkled and uncomfortable. He raised his eyes to look at the sky, and asked seriously, "I wonder if your school's breakfast is ready now?"

The little disciple was confused, stupidly unable to distinguish whether this person was willful or reckless, or educated and reasonable, and saw his brows gradually furrowed, thinking that he still disliked this dress, and it was so obvious that he disliked it, and immediately replied angrily and sonorously. , "I don't know!"

Murong Ze stared at the angrily disappearing figure, rubbed his stomach helplessly, and sighed, "I'm so hungry... Wen Cai... I'm so hungry..."

The author has something to say:

In other words, the title of each section is so difficult to write, can you just write "Young Lord" in the first half and "Prince" in the second half, and "Xi Da Pu Ben" in the last section? (⊙_⊙) [Considering the feasibility seriously....