Lu Wanwan walked twice, and Li Kui came out.

The white dress made Lu Wanwan look very impressive. She was still very handsome, handsome and cold, as if she was similar to Jibei's temperament.

Lu Wanwan shook her head and couldn't compare him with other men, that smelly man would get angry.

Lu Wanwan moved her steps towards Li Zhi.

Li Qi hugged Lu Wanwan, his thin lips fell on her forehead, and he said in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"

Lu Wanwan said shyly: "Your Highness is beautiful."

Li Kuai's blade frowned, and his clear face became heavy.

"Eleven, I don't like white."

Lu Wanwan raised her head and blinked at him.

Then he heard Li Kuai Leng say: "So, don't like it either. Gu likes black, you can only like black."

Lu Wanwan was dizzy when she heard it, but she couldn't make him angry, so she nodded.

Li Qi held Lu Wanwan's hand and felt her chill.

A cold voice: "The hands are cold in a cloak."

Lu Wanwan smiled: "I have always been like this. I just saw a small river over there. I heard that it was the plum forest. Let's go and see the plum trees first."

Li Qi said coldly: "It's too cold now, go back to your room first."

Lu Wanwan shook her head aggrievedly, rubbing her head against Li Kuai's chest, and a soft and soft voice: "Your Highness, let's go and have a look, okay?"

Li Chai said dullly: "National Day"

Lu Wanwan stood on tiptoe, circled Li Kuan's neck with her arms, and a kiss fell on his face.

He said softly: "Your Highness, your white robe is not because it looks good in white, but because it is worn by your Highness, so it looks good. I want to go to Meilin with you, but because I think of a painting in my heart. I want to paint Your Highness, Your Highness in white, is you in my heart, because it is not that fierce."

Li Qi stared at her with deep eyes.

After a while, Guan Dahai brought the hand stove and took Lu Wanwan to the plum forest in the back mountain.

Although the weather is cold at this time, it is not until the flowering period.

Li Kui walked in with Lu Wanwan.

Lu Wanwan was still very amazed. The 15-year-old tree has grown very well, and looking at it like this, there are really many trees.

Lu Wanwan looked at Li Chuan.

"Your Highness, you should plant a tree for your concubine, too."

Li Qi hugged Lu Wanwan in his arms and said in a low voice: "No."

Lu Wanwan's slender fingers grabbed his clothes with aggrieved voice, "I haven't even said what kind of tree it is."

"No tree is planted, eleventh, you don't need any sustenance."

Lu Wanwan looked at Li Kui in a daze, not quite understanding what this means.

How could I have seen a piece of plum forest have something to do with the word "support".

A seven-year-old child, planting trees and placing them?

Li Qi's tall body leaned down and his thin lips pressed against Lu Wanwan's ears.

A hoarse voice: "Eighteen, I can give you everything, and I will never need any other dead objects."

Lu Wanwan blinked in confusion, but she didn't really understand.

"Your Highness, does the mother like plum blossoms?"

Li Chuan said quietly: "My mother likes orchids."

"What about your highness, do you like plum blossoms?"

"dislike."

At this moment, Lu Wanwan choked in her throat with a word, and her watery eyes looked at a plum forest.

He was very aggrieved: "Then why is it a plum forest here, not an orchid forest, not the forest you like."

Li Qi looked at Lu Wanwan with deep eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the kiss fell on her forehead.
Chapter completed!