After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

Jinse sighed helplessly and said in an almost pleading tone: "Then Princess, can you promise me that we will just stay in the yard for a while and then go back to the house?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Tang Mumu became interested again upon hearing this, and quickly got up from the bed. Jinse hurriedly went over to support her, fearing that the princess would accidentally bump into something and reopen the wound.

"I want my bright red fox fur coat. White snow goes best with red clothes. I don't want to wear this white fur coat. It doesn't look good."

"I'll get it for the princess."

As soon as Tang Mumu arrived in the yard, she started playing like crazy. She rolled a lot of snowballs and put them on the steps, and also made all kinds of weird little animals. If she wasn't injured, she would have pushed Jinse and the maids serving in the yard into the snow and had a snowball fight with them.

Jinse hurriedly called out to the side, not daring to take her eyes off the princess for a moment.

"It would be great if Fanfan was here. She has never seen snow in Dongxuan." Then he looked at Jinse again, "Jinse, why don't we build a snowman? It would be a waste if we don't build a snowman with so much snow. Let's build the ugliest snowman."

Jinse couldn't persuade her, so she had to find tools to help the princess shovel snow. She thought that if she shoveled more snow, the princess would have to shovel less snow. After half an hour, Jinse was exhausted and sweating, but Tang Mumu was laughing happily.

Seeing that the snowman made by the princess had gradually taken shape, but it was so ugly that it seemed fresh and refined, Jinse stared at the snowman for a long time and struggled to organize her words, "Princess, why does this snowman look a bit dog-like? But he is clearly a human being."

"Because I'm stacking them according to Rong Yan. Isn't he just a dog?"

Upon hearing this, Jinse was so frightened that she dropped the shovel in her hand to the ground. She wanted to go over and cover the princess' mouth. She dared to say something that she didn't even dare to listen to.

Seeing Jinse was frightened by his words, Tang Mumu chuckled, "Look at your lack of ability. You are mine, even if he is a prince, he can't touch you. Besides, it's just building a snowman, he doesn't know about it."

On the other side, at Zhujingxuan, Moyi was pacing at the door, hesitating whether to go in.

"If you have something to say, come in and tell me."

Mo Yi closed his eyes. He had to say it now. He could only take a deep breath and prepare himself before stepping into the house. The prince had been in a bad mood these past few days, and he was the one suffering. He didn't know when these hard days would end.

"Your Highness, the princess is not only not lying down to recuperate, but is also making snowmen and rolling snowballs in the yard. She might have already started a snowball fight."

He thought that he might as well go all out and force the prince and princess to meet today. Any misunderstanding must be explained in person. He thought that as long as the prince heard that the princess was playing in the snow, he would rush to Nongyue Hall without stopping. As long as the two met, the problem could be solved.

A cool breeze passed by, and Mo Yi looked at the disappearing figure with a smile on his face, saying that this trick was useful.

In Nong Yue Hall, Jinse calculated the time and began to persuade Tang Mumu, "It's almost an hour, Princess, let's go in."

Tang Mumu looked at the snowman on the ground again, went back to the house, found some paper, wrote some words and hung them on the snowman. Only then did Tang Mumu look at his masterpiece with a satisfied smile.

When Jinse saw clearly what was hung on the snowman's neck, she almost bit her tongue. The glaring words "容狗" (Rong Gou) were too obvious.

The word "Rong" is the national surname.

"Princess, let's change these two words. It won't be good if someone sees us."

Tang Mumu put his hands to his mouth and blew a breath, saying nonchalantly: "Everyone in the yard is ours, no one will tell anyone, don't worry, it's still quite cold today, my hands are stiff."

Upon hearing this, Jinse hurried over, held the princess' hand, and helped her walk inside. Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw the prince's cold and black face. Her legs went weak and she knelt down in fear.

"Your Majesty? Meet Your Majesty."

The two met for the first time after being tortured, but Tang Mumu was not angry as imagined. Instead, he was very calm. He stared at him expressionlessly for a while, snorted coldly, pulled up Jinse who was kneeling beside him, and went back to the house.

"Your Highness, what are you still hesitating about? Hurry up." Mo Yi, who was standing by, wanted to push the man in, but after thinking for a while, he didn't dare to do it. He handed the rectangular box in his hand to him, "This is the soft sword made by Mr. Su. Success or failure depends on this. Your Highness, drive Jinse out later. I will take her away and never disturb your Highness and your wife."

Rong Yan held the long box in his hand, pursed his lips and walked in.

Jinse was persuading Tang Mumu in the room. Seeing that the prince had already entered the room, he didn't need to say anything. He very tactfully lowered his head and retreated. He went out and looked at Moyi. The two of them turned to the side in tacit understanding and walked behind the side window and put their ears close.

Tang Mumu sat at the table and drank a cup of hot tea. She turned around and saw Rong Yan standing at the door like a piece of wood. The anger that had accumulated over the past few days suddenly burst out from her head, making her stomach and head ache.

"Your Highness Prince Rong, please move aside. You are blocking my light. My Nong Yue Hall is too small to accommodate your huge Buddha statue. If you have nothing else to do, please leave immediately."

Upon hearing this, Rong Yan hesitated for a moment and immediately moved to the side so as not to block the light.

Seeing this, Tang Mumu was so angry that she almost choked. Her throat felt itchy and she couldn't help coughing. In fact, she was so angry with Rong Yan that she didn't know how to react.

Seeing her coughing, Rong Yan naturally couldn't stand anymore. He strode forward and held her hand, wanting to pat her back to help her calm down. But when he thought of her injury on her back, he withdrew his hand, quickly poured a cup of hot water and put it to her mouth, looking at her nervously.

He came but didn't say anything, which made Tang Mumu even angrier. She pushed the teacup in his hand away and turned her head away.

Rong Yan's eyes darkened, he lowered his eyes and squatted there at a loss. She didn't even drink the water she poured for him. It seemed that her words of divorce with him were not just a joke.

After waiting for a long time without any response, Tang Mumu secretly turned back to take a look. Seeing that he looked like a wronged young wife, she became even more angry.

"What do you mean? Do you still feel wronged? Do you still feel that I am so unreasonable even though a great prince took the time to come and coax me? Do you now think that I am worthy of being a country woman who does not know etiquette and does not know the general situation? Do you regret marrying me as your princess?"

Tang Mumu was so angry that her eyes were red, and tears as big as beans rolled down. Seeing this, Rong Yan felt panic for no reason, and he quickly comforted her: "I never thought of it this way. When I came in, you were the only one talking, and I didn't know how to interrupt. I never thought you were unreasonable, and I never regretted marrying you as my princess."

"Besides, no matter if I regret it or not, you are still the princess, and this is a fact that cannot be changed."

Rong Yan's original intention was to say that no matter how hard she tried to get a divorce, it would not succeed, as they would be husband and wife for the rest of their lives.

"So you regret it, but you were forced to accept me because of the situation."

When Rong Yan heard this, his eyes widened. He swears to God, he had never thought of this before.

Mo Yi outside the window shook his head and sighed softly. How could a person be so useless? He couldn't even speak clearly and couldn't coax people. He was sure that if the prince continued to coax her, it would only make the princess angrier.

Suddenly I felt a little regretful for letting the prince come over.