Picked up a little prince

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Throwing the Pot

    "My little highness, what are you looking at?" Liang Wanqing squatted behind the little boy in a detour, deliberately frightening him, and suddenly said.

    Ling Bai stood up from the seat in a hurry, poured out the tea cup in a panic, looked at the person coming, seeing Liang Wanqing, heaved a long sigh, and said awkwardly, "Why are you?"

    "Then who do you think it is? Do you like your little palace maid? What are you doing secretly? With such a big reaction, it must be a bad thing." Liang Wanqing lifted her skirt and sat next to her, pointing out.

    "Nothing, don't guess." Ling Bai responded bluntly. It's just that his acting skills are poor, his eyes are dodging, and his hands with sharp joints are clutching his jacket, which makes him even more obvious.

    Liang Wanqing nodded without knowing it, and blamed herself: "Okay, that's because I thought too much. The villain's heart speculates that the seventh prince of the beautiful Jiyue should not be right."

    "Cough! What are you talking about? ," Ling Bai sat back at the table of the Eight Immortals, choked as soon as he took a sip of the tea, "You, do you have any business with me?"

    Thinking of an hour ago, Liang Wanqing was a little embarrassed when she boasted, "The stunt won't ask him anything". Difficult to speak. But if he can throw the pot, he can make a good impression in front of everyone. Liang Wanqing still decided to make a cheeky request.

    "It's like this, Your Highness, look at the northwest corner, there is a pot-throwing competition, but my cousin and I only have two people, and there is only one person left to participate in the competition. I wonder if His Highness is free to participate with us?"

    Ling Bai held the tea cup tightly . , the tea in the cup is rippled by the force. Liang Wanqing knew that there was a war between heaven and man in his heart.

    He was an ordinary prince who was not too conspicuous, and in the future, he would only try his best to stay in the palace, not to cause trouble, and to grow up alone.

    But Liang Wanqing had to urge him to stand up. This was also her first test for Ling Bai. If a prince who would only stay behind and not face the enemy head-on all his life, she would not have the confidence to change history with him.

    "I, I may not be very good at casting, but if you must, I can go." Ling Bai put down the tea cup and looked at her firmly.

    That look like a puppy being abducted made Liang Wanqing feel like a wicked good/prostitute, inexplicably a little guilty, she coughed lightly: "You don't have to force yourself too much, just cast a picture for fun. I'm just recovering from a serious illness, and I don't have the strength."

    "Well, if neither of us know anything, what about the Third Highness?"

    "It's okay, my cousin is open-minded and shouldn't care about these little things." Liang Wan is stern. Scalp comfort.

    The corner of Ling Bai's mouth twitched, and he said clearly, "Thank you, sister, but I don't think my skills are that bad." The

    young man's voice was as light as a silver bell, with a little hoarseness that was almost an adult's, so that all the words he uttered were stained. The upper layer of coquettishness, seduced/attracted the listeners to want to blaspheme, Liang Wanqing's auricle climbed a layer of blush.

    "Okay, you, I haven't seen you for an hour, I already know how to make fun of your sister." Liang Wanqing pretended to be angry, "You can play well later, otherwise you will look good!" The