Sweet Princess,You Can't Run

Step by step, he saw the wind behind the boy.

Isn't it Fengqing? Although a lot of black, but his appearance did not change, just some more shadow of outdoor.

How can Feng Qing follow this boy?

Mu Chaoyang's mind drifts from the south to the north. Who can let Fengqing protect himself? Besides Murong Yun, who else?

Luo Qianqian?!

From the hair to the foot, Mu Chaoyang looked at her a little bit, the petite body did not change.

In men, Luo's shallow head is obviously not enough to see.

There is also the appearance, in addition to the heroic spirit specially drawn between the eyebrows, it is clear that Luo Qianqian is no doubt!

It was her

Mu Chaoyang can't help but be surprised, such a woman, why he didn't pay attention before?

Although she is a commoner girl, her performance and behavior are not inferior to that of a legitimate daughter or even a princess!

If such a woman stood beside him to assist him, it would be a great good thing for him.

"It's shallow." Mu Chaoyang's tone is cordial, as if they are so close to each other.

Mu Chaoyang recognized her is not surprised, Luo shallow wrung eyebrows: "the prince of the hall should make trouble to an unarmed old ordinary person, but it is really a long face."

Eating melons, the masses looked at each other and discussed in succession: "Your Highness the prince?"

"Is it the prince?"

"Yes, your highness!"

At this time, the people who watched the opera regretted that it was the prince's carriage. If they killed them, they would not come to him.

Who is the prince? Reputation has never been so good! Although the eighth Lord killed decisively, he would not have a bad reputation.

The prince is different. Who doesn't know that the prince and the eighth prince are not right? Do you dislike the prince when you respect him?

The prince likes the feeling of being kneeling down. He swings his sleeve robe leisurely: "get up."

He meant to be close to Luo shallow, "today's you, really beautiful."

Luo Qianqian: "what's more..."

"Are you Luo shallow think so also say so directly, show amuse?

Fengqing always ready, if not in your Mu Chaoyang behind the share, he can kick Mu Chaoyang kick fly letter?

Even if you don't die, you have to make him half dead!

Even the princess wants to get her fingers?

No wonder the master left with special advice, the princess said it was right, the crown prince is the prince!

The scolded Mu Chaoyang is not angry, and his big hand is unkind.

Where can I bear the wind?

He stepped forward and opened the hand of Mu Chaoyang: "prince, please respect yourself."

Seeing the clear wind, Mu Chaoyang does not consciously think of the loss he suffered under Murong Yun's hand. He hums coldly: "what kind of master there is, what kind of slave, do not understand the dignity and inferiority!"

But said to return to say, Mu Chaoyang or very wise, dare not continue to rashly start, he knows the strong wind.

Luo shallow all sneer at him: "is the prince talking about himself?"

"I'll take this man away. If the prince doesn't agree, just do it." Luo shallow tone of indifference, quite Murong Yun's posture, her not angry but powerful king's breath is not like a prime minister's house miss can do.

The old man couldn't help but stare at the back of Luo shallow. It seemed that for a long time, he moved his mouth and didn't say anything after all.

Luo shallow to his attitude has always been cold, Mu Chaoyang found at the beginning.

But the more Luo Qianqian is, the more he wants to see Luo Qianqian smile in front of him.

Mu Chaoyang's brain turned: "people can give it to you, but it's shallow..."

It's disgusting to hear him say his name!

Luo shallow head also does not return cold drink: "don't call my name!"

Mu Chaoyang was swept face, patrol a circle, those onlookers immediately coax to escape.

Then he continued to say, "OK, it's up to you."

I'm totally spoiled.

The wind is clear, his forehead is blue and straight, he wants to start!

"Have a meal together?"

Eat? It's not enough. What kind of food do you have?

"No, thank you for your kindness." No rejection.

The prince frowned, "don't you wonder why the eighth brother left the capital and what happened to the ancient family?"

Does the prince know?

Luo shallow heart slightly heavy a few minutes, she had a premonition that this matter is not simple, but from Mu Chaoyang mouth to hear, there is always a kind of mood can not calm down.

However, she still refused him: "the prince is afraid to overestimate me, I am not interested in those things."

The more eager she is, the more proud she will be when she admires Chaoyang. It is better to pretend that she doesn't care about anything.

This time, it's Mu Chaoyang's turn to worry. How can the oil and salt not enter into luoshallow? How else does that make him do it?

Isn't his words obvious enough?

He is a prince! How many women would like to go to his bed? Only Luo shallow, even do not want to see more!blamed! This is a disgrace to him!

Feng Qing secretly cheers for her Princess: she's good!

Three people so swagger left, Luo shallow see the old man a tattered and dirty, want to deal with his wound, change clean clothes.

Seeing such an old man being bullied, she felt uncomfortable.

Su Liancheng likes to join in the fun. She follows Murong Yun. Luo is not familiar with the capital. She first talks to the old man and says, "you May I speak? "

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. You have injuries and you can't wear clothes. Can I take you to a place to take a bath, change your clothes, and then take care of the wound?"

"Old man" slightly invisible nodded: "thank you very much." His voice was hoarse and deep, and he couldn't hear his age at all.

His face was covered with a mess of hair, and there was no trace at all.

Luo shallow immediately happy: "originally you can speak ah!"

The old man's eyes twinkled and his voice was as small as a mosquito

"Can you go? Let's go to the hospital

According to Feng Qing, Lin Zimo has a hospital nearby. Luo Qianqian doesn't think much about it, so he plans to go there.

She and Lin Zimo are in the past, and they can get along with each other before, so there is no need to hide.

When he went to the hospital, Lin Zimo was working on a new prescription. He should be worried about Murong Yun.

Luo shallow finger tapping on the table: "Doctor Lin?"

Lin Zimo hands action pause, this voice, is it Shallow?

He suddenly looked up, and as expected, saw the woman who was thinking of her, but the woman did not come alone.

She followed by a dishevelled man, and the wind.

Lin Zimo was afraid that his eyes would expose his emotions. He took back his eyes in a hurry. He gave a faint smile: "how can four young ladies come?"

"Dr. Lin, the princess wants to cure him."

The words are clear.

Lin Zi's dark brown pupil moved to the old man: "how can I get this?"

Luo Qianqian sits in front of a chair. "It's not the man who admires Chaoyang."

I dare say so.

Lin Zimo's expression is a little trance. He calmed down for a while, and he didn't dislike the dirty old man: "follow me to the back hall."