Chapter 85
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After listening to his calm narration and looking at his sincere and vivid face, Ning Shu slowly curled up her lips and smiled,
"I kind of understand why he chose you to serve him."
She didn't expect that Xiahou Qing was such a cold person and had the habit of picking up children everywhere. She really couldn't judge a book by its cover. Ning Shu rubbed the porcelain box in her sleeve: In fact, that man was not as unreasonable as she thought.
Hui Mo was curious, "Why?"
He was not very confident. In terms of martial arts, he was not as good as She Yan. In terms of flexibility, he was not as good as Tianwen. In terms of alertness, he was not as good as Jiusi. In addition to the little tricks such as autopsy and disguise, he had always been a little inferior in other aspects.
Because there was vitality in your body, which could prevent him from being swallowed by the endless darkness and cold death when he was surrounded by the plum blossom kiss. Ning Shu thought so in her heart. She smiled and did not answer. Then she changed the topic, "How many years have you been serving your master?"
It was almost evening and the appointed time was coming. Ning Shu changed into a full set of clothes and chatted with Hui Mo on the side of the Qili Bridge.
"I have been serving my master since ten years ago. In addition to practicing martial arts with my master, I have been serving my master. I am an old man serving my master."
"Then you should know your master very well."
Hui Mo was very confident about this, "Of course. No one in the mansion knows Young Prince better than me."
"Then let me ask you, what kind of tea does he like to drink?"
"Junshan Silver Needle."
"What color does he like to wear?"
"Black and black are more often worn. Occasionally, he would wear cyan. When he celebrated the princess's birthday, he also wore frost and moonlight once or twice."
Ning Shu raised her eyebrows. She always saw that guy wearing black. She didn't expect that he would wear such delicate frost and moonlight. She wondered what he would look like in them. Would he be as gentle and handsome as Yun Ruohui?
She stopped her imagination and continued to ask, "Which master's brush and ink does he like?"
"The Sage of Painting, Wu Daozi."
"What is the bone he often plays with in his hand?"
"That's …" Hui Mo almost blurted out.
Xiahou Qing's voice suddenly came from behind him. "I remember I reminded you before that the more you know, the faster you will die."
Ning Shu was startled. She touched the tip of her nose and said with an embarrassed smile, "Hehe, we were just casually chatting. Your Highness need not take it to heart."
Xiahou Qing snorted coldly and turned around to walk towards the carriage.
Ning Shu smacked her lips regretfully. What a pity. So close.
Hui Mo patted his chest with lingering fear: Thank goodness, thank goodness, almost. In the future, when he spoke to this Lady Ning, he had to be ten times more careful. No, a hundred times more careful. He must not be tricked by her again. Otherwise, if he accidentally betrayed the Crown Prince, how would he have the face to return to the Nanping Prince's Estate? Sob, sob, sob, it was too difficult.
Seeing that she did not catch up, Xiahou Qing impatiently urged her.
"Why are you still standing there?"
Ning Shu looked over in confusion. She saw Xiahou Qing standing in front of the carriage and reaching out a hand. She looked at her little eunuch uniform, and then silently looked at the sky for a while. Sighing silently, she ran over to take the step stool from Jiu Si's hands and placed it at Xiahou Qing's feet. Finally, she respectfully raised her hands to support Xiahou Qing's arms. Smiling, she said, "Master, please."
Xiahou Qing's lips curved imperceptibly. He stepped on the stool and got into the carriage.
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