But Mingqi went to pull the ribbon in her hand with his own hands. When Changle retracted his fingers in a panic, Mingqi had already turned his fingers into a trick and showed her. But that's a simple rope.

Therefore, Changle, who usually plays this game, suddenly saw how to solve it, and also changed the previous panic, and it was very comfortable to stretch out four fingers on the brocade ribbon on both sides of the pattern, and turn it over to make it another trick. After doing these few actions dexterously and neatly, a satisfied smile still appeared on her face. It's a nice smile. Delicate eyebrows and eyes, moist complexion, and very powerful cooperation of all organs when smiling, like a painting favored by the heavens.

When Ming Qi was about to turn over another trick, he paused, and he looked at her blankly.

She suddenly said, "I didn't expect that the son of the world would also play this." "The rough voice doesn't match the delicate appearance very well, and if you see this scene for the first time, you must suspect that one part of them and the other part are not owned by one person. Ming Qi didn't make a sound, just like his joy, and suddenly encountered some obstacles? Changle thought that she was talking too much, and the hand holding the brocade began to tremble a little again, and the ten thick fingers made the brocade ribbon, intertwined, look even smaller and more exquisite.

I thought that things would go in a bad direction like this, and then it would get out of hand, but what Changle didn't expect was that just when she felt panicked, the warmth of Ming Qi, the palm of her hand had covered her cold fingers, and then, in a surprise, dexterous movement, she flipped the knotted rope on her ten fingers into a pattern she had never seen before.

It all happened so suddenly, she couldn't react a little. However, Ming Qi seemed to be in a good mood, and held the trick that had stumped her high in front of her, and then stared at her panicked and a little confused, so abruptly and laughed loudly.

When the night is quiet, the sound will inevitably travel far away. So the pouring dye, who was walking in this direction, not only heard the laughter, but also heard the joy inside. Almost at the end of the laughter, Pour Dye had already walked to the half-pushed door. She heard inside, after the laughter, a small rustling sound, and thought for a while, do you want to go in?

The footsteps stepped back a little, then stepped forward on their heels, touching the door lightly, and hearing a slight creaking. In the next moment, as if a thunderbolt had slipped above her head, something was thrown out of the room and shattered on the doorframe in front of her. Then she felt a chill on her face, and guessed that she must have been scratched by the broken porcelain piece that had been cracked.

When she first thought of this, Ming Qi had already shouted in the room, "Get out!" At this time, she could already see through the crack in the door, and the light in the room was cast on the right wall of the room, a pair of figures sitting opposite each other. How should that be, a warm and tactful scene, even if you look at it like this, you feel comfortable and gentle. She raised her hand and wiped the blood from her face. changed my mind in that instant, to be a nasty person, and to fight mandarin ducks well.

So, instead, she pushed open the door and walked in as if inside. The clothes that she was holding in her hand, which had been burning her palms, were clenched more and more hard. She wanted to see him, even if she was angry at him.

I saw that it was pouring dyeing that walked in. Ming Qi was also a little stunned. Then it immediately occurred to me that when I came in just now, all the guards standing outside had been sent away. And this result seems to be no one's fault. And in the eyes that poured dye and looked at him, it was as clear as water. The first time he saw her, he thought he was wrong.

The calculation of pouring dyeing and dyeing is very accurate. She just took out, carefree clothes. Before he said anything, the emotions reflected in Ming Qi's eyes had already turned over the river and the sea, and this could not be a scene that made Dump Dye feel an absolute victory. Sometimes she even hopes for a defeat. In this way, it can be confirmed that even people like Mingqi who like to be carefree will be empathetic and cold because of the new Changle. But the scene in front of her was the exact opposite of what she had hoped for.

"Where the hell are these found? Mingqi even reached out and pressed her shoulder. After pouring and dyeing her disappointment faded into her emotions, "It's in Gusu Town, it wasn't this place at first, but then someone saw them go here." ”

Next is Mingqi's somewhat out of shape to call people to visit. He was about to write an order, but the hand that lifted the pen could not hold the shaft of the pen anyway! No matter how much he tried to stop the trembling, it was to no avail.

Without warning, he stretched out his hand and held his hand, "The concubine can complete these handwritings on behalf of the son." "Are you going to write for me? But they only recognize my handwriting." She smiled faintly and calmly put pen to paper on the rice paper. It turned out to be an exact replica.

Even Ming Qi himself was a little surprised, "When, when did you imitate my handwriting so similarly?" "Shizi doesn't have time to think about these now. Moreover, the punishment of the concubine's imitation of characters can also be tolerated later. They don't seem to want to stay in the same place for any longer!"

"What to do, give me a handle so easily. Ming Qi looked up at her from the handwriting.

"The reason is very simple, I also said it to the son of the world before, because I wanted to please the son. It is also a method that racked his brains to come up with, and the prince does not need to be amazed. She knew the meaning of Ming Qi's sentence of giving people a handle, and she would be suspicious of any fake signing by the prince in the future. She wasn't going to think about that, though. Or maybe she also hopes for those troubles that can be related to Mingqi. The regret of not being able to get it always makes people go out to make up for it with such tricks. The four eyes looked at each other for a long time. Until, so slowly, he realized that he was superfluous, and Changle wanted to quit quietly. But because he was too nervous, he overturned the beauty pier,

His gaze lowered first, "It's late at night, and the prince should rest early." ”

"Do I owe you too much?" Mingqi said in his voice.

"No one needs the world to remember this!"

"And what are you looking for from me?"

"The son of the world!" she raised her eyes, and a bloody streak on her face stood out against her snow-white cheeks under the candlestick.

"I remember what I told you! In this palace, my mother's approval is more important than mine!"

"But my father didn't see it that way! She looked at him with a smile, "Liking a person is not only a feeling, but also a habit and form! Moreover, this is more like a heaven-given opportunity. It's something I'm craving!"

"For the wounds on your face, go get some medicine, or you'll get a scar. I can't add this to my sin against you!