Chapter 719: Why are you pretending? You obviously like her so much

When Song Yanxi heard Mo Jinchuan mention that he had been treated by Huangfu Huai by chance and the two became friends regardless of age difference, she was silent for a long time.

It's not that I'm angry, but I find it a bit unbelievable.

The man who usually had to mention it to her even if he wanted to eat half an extra bun at dinner had never mentioned this matter to her.

No wonder the old man always boasted in front of her, saying that he was the most strict-mouthed among his fellow disciples.

She always thought he was bragging and laughed at him for being shameless and boastful at his age.

After all this fuss, I'm the one making the joke...

Seeing that Song Yanxi remained silent, Mo Jinchuan felt even more unsure.

He tentatively reached out and pulled Song Yanxi's hand. She didn't pull away but didn't react in any other way either.

Mo Jinchuan looked at it and his heart sank.

Oh no, Xier must be very angry this time.

What if she just refused to pay attention to him?

Song Yanxi's mood was also very complicated at this moment.

Some things, even if there is only a thin layer of window paper between them, but as long as this piece of paper exists, many unreasonable things can be explained.

For example, the back mountain, which was almost barren due to the old man's drug testing, can now grow many rare fruits and vegetables.

Uncle Li, a simple and honest man in the small kitchen, can always make all kinds of delicacies that she has only seen in books, like magic.

People in the valley once joked that with his cooking skills, he could definitely become a royal chef in the palace.

What did Uncle Li say at that time?

I remember now.

He said, "What's the point of being a royal chef in the palace? You're just hanging your head on your belt to make money. If you're not careful, your entire family might suffer."

No matter how you listen to it, it sounds like something that comes from personal experience.

But when the old man spoke, he said that he was obsessed with cooking and told her not to listen to him.

After a long while, Song Yanxi finally found her voice and asked with difficulty, "How many people and things did the prince send to the Divine Doctor Valley?"

Mo Jinchuan was unable to answer for a moment after hearing this.

Over the years, whenever he returned to Beijing and saw something rare, he would ask his father for it and then have someone secretly send it to the Valley of Divine Doctors.

He really couldn't remember how many times he had been going back and forth over the past ten years.

Meeting Song Yanxi's gaze, Mo Jinchuan smiled helplessly, "Xi'er, if you want to scold or punish me, just tell me, I won't say anything."

After he finished speaking, he added: "I'm not hiding anything, it's just that it was too long ago to remember."

Song Yanxi nodded and said quietly, "Your Highness is forgetful, so naturally he can't remember."

Pretending not to understand the sarcasm in her words, Mo Jinchuan said with a serious expression: "Although I asked An Yi to deliver things to the Divine Doctor Valley in those years, it was indeed done with sincerity and without any ill intentions."

When Song Yanxi heard this, she almost choked to death on her own saliva.

He really dared to say...

As soon as Mo Jinchuan said this, he felt that there was ambiguity and hurriedly explained: "Xier, don't misunderstand me, that's not what I meant."

Seeing that he was a little anxious, Song Yanxi spoke for him: "I know that the prince only treated me as a junior and loved me, and he didn't have any inappropriate thoughts."

Mo Jinchuan was silent for a moment, then said, "I have never treated you as a junior."

Without waiting for Song Yanxi to speak, he added: "She's not really a sister."

Song Yanxi: “…”

He might as well not say it.

The more you describe it, the worse it gets.

Mo Jinchuan's dark eyes showed annoyance. He thought carefully and said, "I am indeed not a gentleman."

Song Yanxi nodded, "I see."

What gentleman would remain chaste for the sake of another man's wife?

As long as he wanted, even if he couldn't marry a suitable wife in the next two years, it would be enough time for him to welcome a few concubines into the house.

But he didn't do that.

Even though he knew clearly that there was no possibility for the two of them.

If she hadn't come back again, according to the trajectory of the previous life, they would not even have been able to meet each other properly in their lifetime.

Not to mention, knowing his intentions.

But even so, he still stood up for the people of the Yan family who were unjustly killed, and was eventually framed by Lin Tingfeng and ended up dying on the battlefield.

Just for this feeling, how could she bear to blame him?

Seeing Mo Jinchuan's face turned into a mess because of her words, Song Yanxi reached out her hand as if possessed.

Realizing what she was doing, she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand.

But Mo Jinchuan was faster than her. He put his cheek against her palm first, his black eyes shining as if they were about to catch fire.

Song Yanxi suddenly felt her palms burning hot, and even hotter was her face.

How could he...how could he be so bold!

But, she still likes it very much.

For a moment, there were two little people fighting in Song Yanxi's mind.

One of the villains said, "Why are you pretending? You obviously like it so much, just admit it."

Another villain said, "It's simply disgraceful! Song Yanxi, do you still have any sense of propriety, righteousness, and shame?

If this gets out, I'm afraid I'll be laughed at by the whole world."

"Laugh? Let them laugh if they want to. It would be fun if they laughed their teeth off and had to eat porridge for the rest of their lives."

"You, you, you, do you still have any shame?"

"According to what you said, those shameless people should just buy a piece of tofu and hit themselves to death."

Song Yanxi felt that this made a lot of sense.

Just like her scumbag father, he has no shame for so many years, but he still lived a smooth life for more than 40 years.

Before marriage, he relies on his parents; after marriage, he relies on his wife for food.

When I had no hope, I remembered that I had a daughter like her and wanted her to repeat the path of her mother and grandmother.

It's a pity that she has no interest in raising such a big son.

Realizing Song Yanxi's thoughts, the voice of the villain in his mind became louder.

"If a person has no face, what's the point of living?"

Song Yanxi came up with the answer without even any hesitation.

Her being alive is the greatest meaning.

If you always care about what others think, and can't do this or say that, then life will be really meaningless.

Thinking about it this way, she was actually very envious of Princess Shihan.

Say whatever you want to say, do whatever you want to do, don’t care about other people’s opinions at all, live freely.

There was just one point that she disagreed with.

It is ridiculous to know that the other person is already married and still want to enter his/her home under the pretext of so-called true love.

It’s not like all the men in the world are dead, and only Lin Tingfeng is left.

This man is not a meal, and it won’t taste better if you snatch him away.

Feeling the warmth in her palm, Song Yanxi couldn't help but arch her brows. She looked into Mo Jinchuan's smiling eyes and asked, "Has anyone ever said that the prince has an attractive face?"

If you are not careful, it is easy to lose control.

Mo Jinchuan rubbed her palm with his cheek and smiled seductively, "Xier is the first one."

Also the last one.

He would not give others the opportunity to treat him lightly.

"Really?" Song Yanxi gently stroked his lips with her thumb and said, "Everyone says that men with thin lips are the most heartless."

Mo Jinchuan frowned and said, "Xi'er, don't listen to their nonsense."

Song Yanxi said: "I don't believe it either, so let me try it."