Quickly wear the goddess Su Zhatian

Chapter 272 This prince's painting style is wrong
It's not that Ning Ning never thought of covering up her scars in this way, but the life in the Northland is hard, and the women here don't like to dress themselves up like this. When she was shopping in the street before, she didn't see a seller of flower tin, so she couldn't help but look up. Touching the flower tin on his forehead, "Where did your Highness buy it?"

"I made it."

Her hand stopped.

Xiao Zhi looked expectant, "Are you moved by me?"

He was like a real kid, with his emotions exposed and non-threatening.

But Ning Ning didn't dare to really think that he was so harmless, she sat up again, and asked seriously: "Why did Your Highness give me such a thing?"

He also sat up, stared at her with his legs crossed for a long time, and then said casually: "It seems that it's because I like you a little bit."

Ning Ning could feel that he was interested in her, but she didn't expect him to be so straightforward. She doubted, "Your Highness thinks Ning Qingshu is prettier than me. I thought His Highness would like her more."

He nodded, "Indeed, Ning Qingshu is prettier than you."

Ning Ning didn't feel much after hearing it. The setting of this world is that when she stands with Ning Qingshu, everyone will think that Ning Qingshu is superior.

But Xiao Zhi said again: "She has bigger breasts than you, and more flesh than you, and looks very fertile."

"...His Highness judges whether a person is beautiful or not, just by looking at whether she is good or not?"

He gave her a weird look, as if she had said something nonsense, "You don't need to judge whether a person is beautiful by this, do you still judge by face?"

Who is talking nonsense!
Ning Ning can guarantee that no matter which woman hears him use this evaluation to say that she is beautiful, she will definitely not be happy!

Xiao Zhi lay flat on the bed with his hands on his pillow, his left leg was bent, his right leg was resting on his left leg, he looked at the top of the bed and said casually: "I want three sons."

Ning Ning's expression was indescribable. The ancients thought that having more children would bring more blessings, but his nonchalant temperament seemed like a child who hadn't grown up yet, but she still asked along the way: "Why three sons?"

"In this way, when I become emperor in the future, I will let the boss be the prince, and then hint to the second and third children, as long as whoever can kill the boss, whoever can get the throne."

What he said was appalling.

"Your Highness, are you joking?"

He turned his head to look at her, with an unscrupulous smile all over his face, "Life is so boring, don't you think it's interesting to see brothers who are connected by blood and plot each other for the throne?"

She had a cold face, "No, I don't find it interesting."

"Okay." He curled his lips and said boringly: "It's really difficult for you to have three sons for me with your small body. The next best thing is that you have two."

Ning Ning smiled, "To tell you the truth, my palace is cold, and I can't give birth to a single child."

This is pure nonsense from her.

Xiao Zhi looked disgusted again, "As my fiancée, how can you be so disappointing?"

"Sorry." Ning Ning smiled generously, "Your Highness can marry a few more women, I think there are quite a few women who would be willing to bear sons for His Highness."

He blinked, and he didn't know what he thought of, he lost interest and said: "Let's forget it."

Ning Ning asked: "Why forget it?"

"It's not your son, even if you fight, you don't care, it's boring."

Did he really want to see her break down emotionally?

Ning Ning took a deep breath, she smiled again, and said persuasively, "But as the Crown Prince of Da'an, how could it be possible that His Highness has no heir?"

He thought for a while, nodded, "You're right."

Not to mention people in this era, even in modern times, most people, especially men, place great importance on offspring. How can they be willing to have no successors?
Ning Ning was thinking leisurely that if he accepted the concubine later, she would be able to pick a few faces like in a dream, but suddenly he held a hand and rubbed it gently.

She lowered her eyes, just as she saw the tails of his eyes raised, and the smile on the corner of his lips looked like a mischievous one at his age.

But he was really eager to try, "If I become the king of subjugation, I don't need an heir."

Ning Ning: "..."

He pulled her into his arms affectionately, hugged her body, sighed, and praised himself: "Dear wife, how good do you think my husband is to you? Everything I do is nothing more than It's all because you can't have a son, and I dote on you so much, are you a little moved?"

Ning Ning frowned.

He was just looking for an excuse to go crazy!

What to do with her! ?
(End of this chapter)