Bei Mingchen clenched his fists and glanced at Foxi angrily. Seeing that she was sitting expressionless, if he hadn't heard her inner voice, he really didn't know that she would say these words at this moment.
Ning Xian smiled shyly, lowered her head and tidied her hair: "Your Highness actually teased me." She
raised her head and saw Bei Mingchen looking at Foxi. His eyes changed. He handed the teacup to her and said softly and considerately: "Your Highness, the tea is cold."
Bei Mingchen retracted his gaze and took the teacup.
[It's really disgusting. She blew for so long that her saliva was sprayed in it. She seemed to have tidied her hair just now, and dandruff must have fallen into the tea. ]
Bei Mingchen looked at the tea so close, as if he saw saliva flying in the tea. The corners of his mouth twitched and he put down the teacup.
Ning Xianwan was puzzled: "Why doesn't the prince drink?"
"I'm not thirsty for the time being."
Looking up at Ning Xianwan, he seemed to see the dandruff on her hair and sat back: "Are you here for something?"
Ning Xianwan adjusted her handkerchief and said with a broken heart: "I heard that the prince's old illness relapsed, so I came to visit you."
Before Bei Mingchen could say anything, he heard Foxi's damned voice again.
[That's really well said, applause, Ning Mansion and Chen Palace are thousands of miles apart, it takes three days to walk there. ]
Bei Mingchen's eyes did not change at all, and he responded lightly: "I'm fine."
Ning Xianwan frowned slightly, she said so, why didn't the prince respond?
Bei Mingchen turned his head to look at Foxi. Seeing her sitting alone on the side, he felt a little sorry for her and said softly, "Why don't you speak, Princess?"
Foxi was suddenly called: "?"
She immediately raised her head with a smile and said softly, "I'm listening to you guys."
Ning Xianwan slowly turned around, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and said in surprise, "Sister, Wan'er just saw you. Wan'er is just too worried about the prince. I believe you won't be angry."
Foxi looked over and smiled, "How could that be?"
[Counting with fingers, Ning Xianwan is almost blind.]
Ning Xianwan pursed her lips and chuckled.
Foxi had an indescribable expression.
[Just laugh, and cover your mouth. Does Ning Xianwan have bad breath? Ning Xianwan
put down her handkerchief and said to Bei Mingchen: "Sister is so nice. The prince is really blessed to marry a princess like you."
Bei Mingchen nodded slightly, glanced at Foxi, turned his head, and looked at Ning Xianwan in front of him.
Somehow, he always felt that Ning Xianwan was dirty everywhere today, but when he looked closely, she was the same as usual. It must be Foxi's thoughts that affected him.
Foxi sneered.
[Isn't it a blessing? Who else can watch her husband date another woman like me without changing her expression?]
She suddenly understood why the original owner turned evil in the later period. How could she not feel resentment when watching her husband licking others all day long?
[Scumbag, don't marry him if you don't like him.]
[I really want to send you away, thousands of miles away. 】
Bei Mingchen was a little angry at first, but when he heard these two words, he suppressed his anger.
He married Foxi out of selfish motives.
Foxi was really wronged to marry such an unlucky man.
Ning Xianwan was dissatisfied with Bei Mingchen's reaction. She put her fingers on the handkerchief, gently stroked the nose, and said enviously: "I hope Wan'er's future husband will be like the prince." Foxi
looked over and saw Ning Xianwan looking at Bei Mingchen with starry eyes. She almost said that she hoped Wan'er's future husband would be the prince.
【Damn it, if you like her, take her away. 】 【
Do you really think I'm transparent? 】 He
smiled and said, "Miss Ning, do you want to get married?"
Bei Mingchen looked at Foxi, not understanding what she meant by asking this question.
Ning Xianwan lowered her head shyly and smiled, saying softly: "It's really enviable to see the prince and my sister so affectionate."
[Which eye of yours saw the affection between me and this dog prince? ]
Foxi ignored Bei Mingchen's creepy gaze, and imitated Ning Xianwan, gently stroked the nose with a handkerchief, and raised a smile at the corner of her mouth: "I wonder if Miss Ning has someone she likes?"
Ning Xianwan was about to speak when she heard Foxi say again;
"If not, I will let my prince pay attention to some in the court to see which young master is more outstanding."
[Come on, let's see who can be more hateful? 】
When Bei Mingchen heard the words "my prince", his hands trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Foxi..."
Foxi smiled and turned to him, whispering: "What's wrong?"
Ning Xianwan choked twice, looking very weak: "Wan'er once had an engagement..."
At this point, Ning Xianwan burst into tears, tears flowed like free water, and her body was shaking.
Foxi was really afraid that she would die first if she was not careful.
[Hey, my nose is almost running. ]
Bei Mingchen heard Foxi's inner voice and felt helpless. He wanted to laugh but was helpless. He stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows.
Ning Xianwan lowered her head and wiped her tears. What happened to Bei Mingchen? Why did his attitude towards her change from when he just returned to Beijing?
On the day she returned to Beijing, she went to the city gate to greet him. After showing her face, she inadvertently revealed that Foxi had turned the palace upside down.
Bei Mingchen had obviously returned in a rage, but the news he brought was that his old illness had relapsed and he might die.
It was not until today, after learning that he had woken up and his life was no longer in danger, that she came to visit him.
Foxi could roughly guess some of Ning Xianwan's thoughts. She had seen a lot of stories about the little white lotus and the green tea. She smiled and said, "Miss Ning, why don't you continue?"
Ning Xianwan came back to her senses and said sadly, "But the young master died unexpectedly, and even the news of his death was told to me by others."
Foxi was surprised: "Does he have to come and tell you the news of his death in person?"
After speaking, she pursed her lips;
[Damn it, how could she say what was in her heart. Bei Mingchen
actually felt that what Foxi said made sense.
Ning Xianwan's expression froze for a moment, and she looked up to see Bei Mingchen didn't react.
Her face changed drastically, as if she had suffered a great injustice. She covered her face with a handkerchief, lowered her head and choked, "Sister, don't you like Wan'er? Then Wan'er, go."
After that, she covered her face and jogged out.
Foxi was at a loss.
[Did I say something unforgivable? If you don't know, you might think I cursed her to never get married.]
Bei Mingchen took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and glared at Foxi.
Foxi pretended to be calm.
[You bastard, what do you want to do? If you dare to touch me, I will fight you.]
[At worst, we can go together to report to Prince Yan, and eighteen years later, we will be good men again. Bei Mingchen exerted force on his hands, and
the teacup exploded in his hands in an instant. A strong low-pressure aura emanated from his body, making it almost suffocating.
Foxi was shocked and blinked her innocent big eyes. [Fuck you.]
[It's fucking scary.]
Bei Mingchen roared in a low voice: "Get out..."
Foxi looked over instantly. What she hated most was being scolded by others.
Her face changed and her voice was a little angry: "Are you talking about me?" You
've been pretending to be a grandson for a long time, but it's no use. I'm going to fight you today. Bei Mingchen
looked at Foxi with a sinister and cold gaze, and said disdainfully: "I'm talking about you."
Foxi spread her hands, stood up, pursed her lips and sneered: "Show me first."
Bei Mingchen seemed unbelievable, his cold eyes fixed: "You are looking for death..."
The housekeeper stepped forward to plead for Foxi: "Prince, calm down, the princess didn't mean that." He
tilted his head to signal Foxi to bow her head and admit her mistake quickly. Foxi
raised her head proudly, with an expression that said, "I am just like this, what can you do to me? "