Chapter 93: Dragon Prince's Little Koi (17-18)

"...Sister Ao Ye, how are you."

The little girl held her white tender hands, smiled at her politely, and said hello.

Woman, no, the eldest princess of the Dragon Clan of the South China Sea, Princess Ao Ye, who is known as the number one beautiful dragon girl in the world, just raised her eyes slightly when she listened to the soft and sweet voice.

After a long while, she chuckled softly, and the red sandalwood opened slightly.

"If your father sent you, please go back and tell his old man so that he won't worry about my useless daughter anymore."

She paused, and looked down lazily, "When the princess figured it out, she will go back and plead with his old man."

"Well."

Xiang Xing replied softly.

But unmoved.

Ao Yewei was puzzled, and couldn't help raising her eyes again.

Seeing that little guy smiled sweetly, he suddenly grabbed a baggage that had been cursed against water from behind him.

Open in front of her.

A burst of food aroma with the smell of human fireworks faintly diffused.

"Ok……"

Xiang Xing carefully selected among the baggage for a while, suddenly raised a fragrant chicken leg and stretched it out in front of Ao Ye.

"Sister Ao Ye, do you have chicken thighs?"

"..."

Ao Ye was silent, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

She doesn't like to eat such heavy oil, otherwise she can't keep her good posture.

"It seems that I don't like..."

Upon seeing this, Xiang Xing blinked softly, and had no choice but to retract the chicken legs.

Instead, he took out a packet of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stretched it out in front of Ao Ye.

"..."

The corners of Ao Ye's lips twitched slightly, but still did not speak.

Then, the little guy took out candied haws, pineapple cakes, cloud cakes, xiaolongbao, steamed shrimp dumplings, glutinous rice chicken...

Every time Ao Ye took out the same, the doubt in Ao Ye's eyes became deeper.

Does this little girl want to use these things to lure her into eating?

——Father's tricks are really more and more weird.

Thinking about it, Ao Ye sighed helplessly and sat up.

Just about to speak, stop Xiang Xing's nonsensical behavior.

But at this moment, from the little guy's baggage, a scent that made her very familiar suddenly wafted out.

Smell, Ao Ye was startled, her eyes widened immediately.

She quickly reached out and grabbed Xiang Xing's burden.

He grabbed a palm-sized oil-paper bag and held it tightly in his hand.

Meimou fixedly stared at Xiang Xing, and asked with some uncertainty, "What, what is this?"

"Ah, that..."

Xiang Xing tilted his head for a moment, and her pink lips curled up, "It's Xia Zhiguo's famous product. Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar."

"Xia Zhiguo..."

Ao Ye mumbled these three words.

Linglong's nose moved suddenly, as if she had smelled something, and then suddenly moved closer to Xiang Xing.

He asked urgently, "You, are you from Xia Zhiguo?... But Yunwen asked you to come?!"

"……what?"

Xiang Xing is somewhat hoodwinked.

Yunwen?

Wait, Yunwen, isn't that Liu Ruoli's lover?

Why did Ao Ye mention him?

Although he succeeded in attracting Ao Ye's attention, Xiang Xing thought for a while and shook his head honestly.

"I'm not sent by Yunwen."

She paused, but then added, "But, sister, Yunwen, you said, but the son of Shangshu-sama, Du Yunwen?"

When the voice fell, she really saw Ao Ye's eyes light up again.

"Then, do you know Yunwen, right?"

Ao Ye was a little excited, she couldn't help holding Xiang Xing's small shoulder tightly with her other hand, her tone of voice trembled, "He, how is he doing now?"

"Well……"

Xiang Xing frowned and thought for a moment.

Soft eyes blinked, then chuckled softly, "He should be doing well, right."

After all, in a while, I will get married with Miss Liu and become Liu Xiangguo's Chenglong fast son-in-law.

"...That's it."

Ao Ye murmured.

His azure blue eyes were slightly dark, and he looked at the bag of sugar-fried chestnuts in his hand.

After a moment, with a miserable smile, he opened the oil paper bag in despair.

Picking up a charred chestnut in sugar, it didn't even peel the shell, so it was directly sent to the mouth and chewed sluggishly.

Two lines of clear tears slid down the white cheeks.

Xiang Xing looked at it and couldn't help feeling a little pain in his heart.

The little guy thought for a while, summoned his courage, stretched out his little white hand, and patted Ao Ye's trembling shoulder carefully.

She pursed her pink lips, her soft voice was filled with worries.

"Sister Ao Ye..."

Seeing her crying harder, Xiang Xing gritted his teeth and couldn't help clenching a small pink fist.

With a look of injustice, "For example, if Du Yunwen has a good life, it will make my sister sad, then... Then Xinger will go and beat him into a big pig, and give my sister a sigh!"

After that, she turned around and was about to leave.

The little hand was quickly pulled by the woman behind her, stopping her movement.

"Fine, nothing... it's not his fault."

Ao Ye lightly murmured, putting the sugar-fried chestnuts aside.

Raised his hand, wiped away tears indiscriminately, and exhaled suddenly.

"Everything is my fault."

"……Well?"

Xiang Xing didn't understand.

Ao Ye laughed lowly, let go of her hand, and lay back on the clam bed.

Beautiful eyes closed lightly.

"About a year ago, I had nothing to do. I sneaked out of the South China Sea and went to the upper reaches of the land to play in the mountains and water."

"One day, I swam to the imperial capital of Xia Zhiguo. At that time, the imperial capital was on the Fengya Festival and set up a Fengya arena for literati and scholars to come to the stage to test their literary talents."

"When I arrived, I happened to see a wonderful serial pair... and one of them was Du Yunwen, who was known as the number one talented man in the capital."

"He was competing fiercely with a literati from a foreign country, but for a long time he couldn't tell the winner."

"Until it got late, the organizers had no choice but to stop and give a new topic, and then fight again the next day."

"I was curious at the time, and the ghosts and spirits went so far, so I quietly followed Du Yunwen and sneaked into the Shangshu Mansion."

"This new topic is quite difficult. Yunwen pondered for a whole night, and after abandoning how much paper and ink, he still has no clue."

As he said, Ao Ye suddenly curled up the corners of her lips, her eyebrows seemed to be a little triumphant.

"However, although this subject has troubled him, it hasn't troubled me, who has lived for tens of thousands of years... So, I wrote some tips on paper, put it in a clay pot, and buried the pot in it. Under a willow tree not far from the back door of Shangshu Mansion."

"I disguised it again, and deliberately pointed out Yunwen's personal book boy, and asked him to notify his son to find it."

"Yunwen is worthy of being a smart and understanding person. After some of my suggestions, he immediately came up with the perfect answer...and won the final victory of Feng Ya Lei."

"In order to thank me, he wrote a little poem and put it in a clay pot, and I went back to it again..."

Ao Ye recalled, with a deeper smile, "Just like this, we started to chant poems through clay pots to make antitheses, even talking about the world..."

"Until one day, when I returned from a wandering trip, I found...the clay pot under the willow tree was missing."