Chapter 45: Hug once is hug, hug twice

Ji Yunhuang looked at her almost wrinkled face and probably guessed what she thought: "Why don't you go back to Prince's House with me first? I'll send someone to ask six brothers for a cure."
No one will not sell his face, His Royal Highness His Highness, Ji Yunhao will not--
This is a good idea. She is really sweating all over now. If she didn't hold it back, her fingers would tremble. In this state, it would be more difficult to dispense medicine by herself ...
Ning Xuemo nodded: "His Royal Highness Prince Lao." Although the six words were said to be stable and steady, his lips began to tremble--
Ji Yunhuang looked at her for a moment, and lifted her sleeves to try to fight the sweat beads that came out of her forehead: "You are still a child, and the pain will come out, even if you cry, why should you bear it?"
Ning Xuemo had a rare moment. She had been pain-stricken in previous lives, so although she used to be a loli to sell and kill people, she hardly cried, and quietly endured even pain and pain.
Forbearance and forbearance she almost forgot what it really was like to cry.
In her mind, crying is a manifestation of the stinger, unless it is to relieve other hearts from fake crying-
Ji Yunhuang's words made her feel inexplicably warm. This prince, no matter what is good for her, is now concerned about her.
She raised a corner of her lips and smiled, two pear vortexes looming on her cheeks: "Thank Your Highness for your concern, but I don't want to cry." She even had the idea of ​​flattening Ji Yunhao into a pig's head-
Ji Yunhuang Qu raised her finger and gently flicked her forehead: "What is wrong is what to do so."
This action was too intimate, and Ning Xuemo's hair was erected, and he moved backwards.
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Although Ji Yunhuang does not return to the sky country very often, his princely residence is still the most magnificent of the princely residences. Of course, Jingyuan Hou's House is even higher than Ning Xuemo's House.
The carriage drove straight in. Although Ning Xuemo couldn't see the specific scenery in the Prince's House in the car, the kneeling sound of driving and the neat greetings from his ears often reminded him of the size of Prince's House.
After the carriage entered the house, it went straight for a full quarter of an hour before it stopped.
"Greetings to His Royal Highness Go Back to Your House!" There was a uniform call of worship from outside, and there were hundreds of people listening.
"Xue Mo, you are inconvenienced now, and the king is holding you down." Ji Yunhuang could not help but pick her up. Her own servant lifted the car curtain respectfully, and Ji Yunhuang took Ning Xuemo and strode forward.
Below, there were two rows of kneeling men, one for the maids and one for the servants, headed by a well-dressed butler.
Ning Xuemo lay in Ji Yunhuang's arms, she could feel the countless amount of light falling on her-
She didn't need to look, and knew that those eyes must be full of surprise.
Who made their crown prince hold a legendary waste material in his arms.
However, she didn't hear the low hiss when people were surprised in the tea house-
It seems the rules of Prince's House are good.
She was uncomfortable with pain, and she really couldn't stand herself, she put her head on his chest and waited for him to hold her in.
Anyway, the teahouse has already been hugged. It is an urgent matter to hold power. It is hugged once and hug twice. She is a modern person and doesn't care about this.
Hearing Ji Yunhuang's instructions from his ears, Ning Xuemo knew that he would not harm himself at this time, and he was too lazy to listen.
"His Royal Highness, let the slaves carry this girl?" Four maids brought a spring stool and wanted to take Ning Xuemo from Ji Yunhuang's arms.