Beat up the Crown Prince: The little girl is fierce and naughty

A farce happened as quickly as it came. After Jiang Yuhua fainted, Princess Ying, who felt that she had lost her face, dared not stay any longer. She quickly left the Hou Mansion with the plum wine brewed by Ye Zhuyuan.

Seeing her gloomy look before leaving, Lin Wanyan silently lit a candle for Jiang Yuhua in her heart. What she did today was tantamount to ruining the sisters' marriage, let alone testifying against Jiang Yujiao in front of everyone.

If one of them is not good, Jiang Yujiao's reputation will not only be ruined, but also she will live in the judgment of people for the rest of her life, let alone get a good marriage.

Jiang Yuhua's move has already stepped on Princess Ying's bottom line. She is afraid that she will not get any good results when she returns home this time.

"There is a difference between concubines and concubines. If she had recognized her identity early, why would she have had these delusions."

The story in the storybook is just a joke. If Jiang Yuhua is determined to compete with Jiang Yujiao, he will probably break his head and bleed.

"In the final analysis, it's just greed. Princess Ying is not mean. If Jiang Yuhua keeps to herself and allows her to serve her aunt, her future marriage will be good."

Sighing silently, Lin Wanyan and Gu Feixu looked at each other and shook their heads unhappily.

Jiang Yuhua may not understand these truths, but she still has a sense of luck and tries to get something that does not belong to her. This is true for the royal family and the backyard of aristocratic families...

Waving her hands, she quickly cleared all these nonsense from her mind. Seeing no one around her, Lin Wanyan smiled. The dog pulled Gu Feixu slyly to avoid the servants, and walked around to the backyard cellar.

Plum wine, here she comes!

"Except for what mom is going to give away, the rest are all here, hehe." Rubbing her little hands with a look of anticipation, the pretty girl sniffed the tip of her nose gently, showing a look of unfinished content.

She promised that it was just a small taste and she would never drink it secretly!

but……

"Just the two of us? Going down to the cellar to steal some wine?" The corners of his eyes twitched rapidly, and Gu Feixu pressed her hand hard, as if he was going to faint in the next second.

Although they had made a huge leap after the New Year, this was a cellar, and with their small bodies, not to mention stealing wine, it would be a problem how they got down.

"Don't worry, don't worry, we still have foreign aid." As the saying goes, if one more person takes the blame, he will be exempted from the punishment if investigated later. As a good brother with twenty-four filial piety, how can Lin Shuoming be absent from today's events?

Swallowing his saliva, the young man hugged himself pitifully, timidly and helplessly. He was forced into a corner by Lin Wanyan and the two of them. Before he could speak, his momentum had already weakened by three points.

"Third brother, you won't put us in danger, right?"

As the saying goes, the elder brother is the safest when there is danger. Now that the adopted brother is using him for a while, it is time for him to use his remaining energy.

Facing the little girl's shining eyes, Lin Shuoming shook his body subconsciously, as if he had already met his tragic future, "What if I don't obey?"

He felt that he could still save her, and the dead girl should not try to trick him again! If you can't fight, you can't run.

Lin Wanyan blinked her eyes tightly, and Lin Wanyan did not explain, but looked sadly in the direction of the main courtyard, "My sister hasn't been to my grandfather's place for a long time."

Lin Shuoming: "..." Defeat the enemy with one move, know how to do it!

"Tell me what you want to do." He wiped his face with tears in his eyes, and silently whipped Lin Wanyan into a dumpling wrapper in his heart. The next second after hearing the little girl's plan, his legs immediately softened. Almost sitting on the ground.

What? Stealing wine? Is this the rhythm of copying books until your hands cramp?