"Princess, please hurry up and eat some. Someone at the banquet will definitely want to drink wine for you."

"Are you Qing'er?"

Qing'er stared anxiously, "My aunt, you are so old, why are you still so naughty? You and I have been playing this trick since we were young, haven't we had enough?"

Looking at the extremely nervous Qing'er, Ning Si became depressed.

"It's obviously a reception, Qing'er, why are you so nervous?"

"Oh, why do you still play with me like this? Every palace banquet, you never come back sober. Although in the past, the two young masters would stand in your way, but this year is different..."

"What is the difference?"

"Today is your birthday? Could it be that you have forgotten it?"

Seeing Qing'er's expression, she wanted to slap Ning Silai.

This maid is so fierce...

"Sister Wushuang, Mo Ying looks so good in what she wears, why are you still dressed in white? You're not here to mourn..."

"I will give you a surprise this time. You have to dress up like this. Then you just have to accept it."

Beicang is not as beautiful as an ancient country with beautiful mountains and rivers. Although it is a vast place, it is covered with snow when winter comes, and it is so cold that people can't leave the stove.

"But I don't have any clothes on. Why don't you ask a nanny to come over and wash me up?"

Qing'er glanced sideways at her princess.

"You have a great god by your side, why should I bother looking for a nanny?"

"Great God?"

Mo Ying stood aside calmly, but Leng Wushuang beside her was smiling broadly.

"Is it you? You wouldn't really give that to a woman..."

"Look what you said, I have only tied up the hair of two women in my life."

"Which two?"

"My mother and you..."

Leng Wushuang pressed Ning Si's shoulder and looked at Ning Si in the bronze mirror. Leng Wushuang smiled happily.

That smile is like a spring breeze, as if it can blow away all the flowers in the world in an instant...

Ten thousand strands of black hair played in Leng Wushuang's hands, like an obedient bird. After a while, the beautiful bun was ready.

"Qing'er, go get the clothes I prepared."

"Yes, Mr. Leng."

"Why is she so cruel to me and so gentle to you? Is it..."

"You are so naughty. You two grew up together. For your safety, Aunt Wan sent her to my house to learn kung fu for several years. Every time you were naughty, she was the one who enforced the family law. To put it bluntly, you were a little afraid of her...

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"Then why do I listen to you so much?"

Leng Wushuang rolled her eyes helplessly, "I told you that she went to my house to practice martial arts for several years, but you still don't understand?"

"Are you the master?"

"I am his senior brother. Even though Rourou is weak, she is not inferior at all when fighting. I have seen her beat other princesses into pig heads for you."

"Oh, stop talking so much and go out quickly. If you miss the right time, you will inevitably have other people gossiping."

Ning Si was pushed by Qing'er, except for the palace door.

The cold wind was biting along the way, and Ning Si couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Suddenly, my foot slipped!

"Feng Ya'er, be careful..."

Qing'er looked around cautiously. There was only a flicker of clothes flashing in the distance, but when he looked again, there was nothing.

"Look, what I said is right. Before you even enter the banquet, someone has started to deal with you."

Ning Si kept her eyes open, "I have offended many people?"
Chapter completed!