“…”

The man's hand holding the porridge bowl suddenly tightened, and the ceramic bowl made a faint sound, as if it was about to break.

He stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders.

Qin Ye stared:

——Why are you picking on me for no reason? You beast!

“…”

If he touches her, she will call him a beast.

You can't touch her or scold him.

Women... are really hard to please. Once he wins her heart, he'll see how he 'deals' her.

"Drink porridge." He scooped up a spoonful and poked it into her mouth.

"It's too bland, I don't like it... ugh! Can you be gentle... ugh!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the spoon poked his mouth full.

"Mmmmm!"

——No girl would like such a rude man.

Zong Zhengchen clenched the spoon tightly, "I feed you with my own hands, shouldn't Ye'er be happy?"

You know, many women beg for this kind of love but cannot get it.

"I'm so happy that tears are about to fall." Qin Ye forced a smile.

“…”

I couldn't sense any sincerity from her at all, and I even felt like beating her up.

.

It was a sunny day, and the streets and alleys of Xiangnan City were crowded with people. In the center of the city, there was a high platform.

Early in the morning, the audience was packed with people.

Today is the day when the prefect is arranging a marriage for his daughter by throwing a bouquet of embroidered flowers. All the young men of marriageable age who received the news have come to try their luck. There are nearly 10,000 people, and the entire Xiangnan city is packed with people.

The scene was like a pot of porridge that exploded:

"I will definitely grab the hydrangea!"

“Don’t squeeze me…”

"Who stepped on my foot..."

The audience was so crowded that all I could see were a bunch of black heads moving around, as densely packed as an ant nest.

Next to it, in a clean and peaceful private room of a three-story teahouse, a slender figure stood by the window.

Qin Ye held his chin up and looked from this angle. He could take in the entire scene while being isolated from the crowds and noise, which was very comfortable.

She grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the table and suddenly said:

"Han Feng, let me make a bet with you."

"ah?"

In the middle of the seat, Han Feng raised his head blankly. What does the princess mean?

Why did he suddenly have an ominous thought...

He looked at his master for help, but his master didn't seem to help him meditate. Looking at the princess's harmless smile, his scalp was a little numb:

"Princess, Princess... I wonder what your Majesty means?"

Qin Ye smiled and said, "Let's guess the approximate age of the person who grabbed the hydrangea today. Twenty-five is a threshold. Guess whether he is over twenty-five or under twenty-five."

"Whoever guesses correctly will agree to one of the other's requests."

She smiled softly, her face full of sincerity.

Sitting next to him, Zong Zhengchen raised his eyebrows slightly, tore off a slice of orange, and put it into his mouth leisurely. His eyes, looking down at the cold wind, seemed to say:

'You're on your own.'

Han Feng was caught by the princess's pigtails last time and forced to betray his master's little secret. Now he is really panicking and dare not gamble.

"No guess, no guess. I won't guess."

"If you guess correctly, you will be given a wife."

"Ah?" Han Feng opened his mouth in surprise, and shook his hands faster, "No, no, no, this is not possible. Women are too troublesome. I dare not."

Qin Ye narrowed his eyes: "Who said women are troublesome? Who taught you that? Was it your master?"

"cough!"

Zong Zhengchen suddenly coughed twice, and the cold wind beside him tensed up. He was stuck in the middle, not knowing whether to move forward or backward, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ouch!

Protecting the master's safety on a daily basis is already a high-intensity job. Princess, please don't make things difficult for me. I still want to live two more years.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he pointed out the window:

"The prefect's daughter is out!"