C115 What good thing can you give me?

After riding his horse back to the manor, just as he entered through the second door, he heard laughter coming from the front yard. Morong Gan's face immediately lit up as if she had opened it.

Hao Pingguan immediately acted coquettishly, "Your Highness, the wangfei is here."

Morong Gan acknowledged his presence and placed his hands behind his back, as he slowly walked forward.

They went from the Lunar Gate to the carpentry walkway, and saw Bai Qianfan standing under the grape arbor, tiptoeing to look around, "Heh, there really are a lot of them, all of them are fine fruits.

Morong Gan walked to the back of her body and knocked her on the head, "You're so greedy, you just picked up a fruit and you can't wait anymore?"

When Bai Qianfan saw that it was him, she was very happy and said smilingly, "Your highness is back, I have something to give you."

Morong Gan replied indifferently, his hands hanging down, "What good thing can you give me?"

"The item isn't good, but it's also my intention." Bai Qianfan took out a purse from her sleeve. "I drove it out in the next two days, don't mind it, your highness."

Morong Gan's heart skipped a beat and he could not help but smile. His heart rolled twice in the jar, it was sweet but his face was tense. He frowned and asked, "You embroidered this?"

"Mm? Does Your Highness like it?"

Morong Gan looked around, only to see that the embroidery was done on a few red plums. The embroidery was better than before, at least the legs were smooth and there were no messy lines, but the design made him a little dissatisfied. How could the Lovers that were embroidered for Jia Tong, and the Lotus that was embroidered for Du Changfeng, become a plum blossom in his hands? You want him to work hard to make the plum blossom fragrance come from the bitter cold? He was already a marshal of war and treason. If he were to advance any further, he would have to become the emperor. It would be an outrageous thing to do and he couldn't even think about it. However, the little girl was looking forward to his happiness, which made him happy in his heart.

If you gave it to him, it would be good, if you look carefully, it was really not bad. First, it matched well with the color, it was bright red, goose yellow, red-colored, simple and smooth, and was even smoother in embroidery than Du Changfeng's.

Realizing this, Morong Gan became even happier as he spoke to her in a gentler voice, "I've only just entered June, and haven't grown any grapes yet. However, I'll be bringing some for you to taste."

"I've heard of the most famous type of grape in the world. There's a type of grape called 'Witch'. It's round, long, green, and white. It's covered in frost, making it very sweet."

"You've eaten?"

"How could I have that luck? Someone sent some people from the Noble Consort to deliver some to the Prime Minister Bai's Mansion when I got back. I saw it." Bai Qianfan raised her hand and gestured, "I heard that such a big piece of milk looks like horses," she turned her finger upside down and pinched the Rui, "Your Royal Highness, are horses' tits in such a shape?"

Morong Gan looked at her gestures, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of the green fruit on her chest, and his face suddenly turned red.

Bai Qianfan did not wait for an answer. She raised her head and looked, and was shocked: "Prince, what's wrong with you, why are your face so red, did you get hot?"

As he spoke, he lifted his hand to probe his forehead, but was avoided by Morong Gan, who said in a coarse voice, "Nothing, the sky is too hot."

"Then you should go take a bath," Bai Qianfan said as she raised her head and exhaled while standing under the shelf. As she blew on the ocean water, she had a cute and playful look.

Morong Gan was stunned. Why was she always so cute …

"Prince, why are you looking at me like that?"

"..." "I was thinking …" He shifted his gaze to the grape arbor. "How about setting up a swing here?"

"That's great. In the evening, you can sit here and swing. You can also take advantage of the cool weather to kill two birds with one stone."

Morong Gan called out to Hao Pingguan loudly, telling him to put a swing under the grape arbor. Whatever his master ordered him to do, Hao Pingguan would naturally be very respectful. Just as he was about to retreat to the side, he heard Morong Gan speak again, "Just pretend to be stronger. If you let the wangfei fall, you'll have to sincerely wait for your butt to blossom."

Hao Pingguan bowed. "This servant will definitely get someone to pretend to be solid. Rest assured Your Highness, I will definitely not fall on Your Concubine."

"Mhm," Morong Gan thought for a bit, then continued, "Beautiful, this little girl likes flowers and grass. He would find someone to draw a picture for his and let his have a look."

"Yes."

Bai Qianfan felt bad at the side, "Your Highness, there's no need to make it too complicated, it's just a swing. If you want to prepare everything, I can do it myself."

Morong Gan's heart stirred as he waved his hand at Hao Pingguan, "You can go down first, I'll think about it some more." Since Bai Qianfan had personally embroidered a black bag for him, would she be moved by the fact that she had even helped the little girl get a swing?

He had an idea in his heart. Although it had not been implemented, he could no longer conceal his happiness. When Hao Pingguan left the room, he saw Morong Gan's expression and he thought to himself: What's wrong, your highness? The corner of his mouth twitched as if he was about to have a stroke.

Bai Qianfan returned to the backyard after lunch. Every time it was this time, Morong Gan felt a little disappointed and lost, and his gaze would wander off to a far distance. Only after watching her and the servant girl disappear beside the Lunar Gate did he retract his gaze and prepare to take an afternoon nap.

The more he looked, the more he liked it. After hanging it by his waist, he lowered his head and looked at it, he was extremely happy, no matter how he looked at it, heh, this embroidery work is really not bad, look at the color, the combination is really good, look at the material, the choice is not bad, look at the pattern, it's hard to say, his heart was muttering in confusion, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door, he immediately panicked, and grabbed the bag in his hands, not knowing where to hide it.

Lv He brought the tea in, and seeing him standing there in a daze, he asked curiously: "Master, what's wrong with you, you look like your soul has left your body, did you drop something?"

Morong Gan put his hands behind his back, "You can leave, you don't need to wait here for me."

Lv He replied, she placed the teacup on the table and looked at him suspiciously, then turned and left.

Morong Gan took out his own money bag. His money bag was embroidered by Lv He, so the embroidery work was naturally first-rate, not worse than what came out from the palace. Its style was also noble and grand. In the end, he was still a prince, it was not proper for him to go out and take an unranked purse.

While sleeping, he stuffed the money bag under the pillow. From time to time, he would take it out to take a look. Then, he stuffed a bit of silver and paper into the bag, causing it to swell up. This was the first time Bai Qianfan gave something to him. It was way too exciting, but she couldn't tell anyone about her excitement.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall asleep. He sat up and took out the small bag. He then poured out the contents of the bag, folded it into a small square piece, and held it in his hand. His restless heart calmed down and he slowly fell asleep.