In Zheng Siying's impression, Li Jingting is a person who can't afford to be close to him, and he is placed in the prince's pile, and he will not fall out of favor if he is not outstanding. But even if he is stone-hearted, he can be ranked first.

I didn't expect that there were flower buds under the heart of the stone, and there was also a spring breeze in the iron face.

It can't be said that people can't be good-looking, it can only be said that there is a special spot in the world, just one person.

"It's ridiculous to think about it. Humane water flows to high places. The people thought about how delicious the meals made by the palace kitchen were in the world. Some diners want to take half a bite of it all their lives. Zheng Siying sighed a little sarcastically, "But the prince who didn't want to eat imperial kitchen skills every day, but he still came to find the mundane taste of the people's homes." It turns out that the water will flow to the ground. ”

"It is not only this king who flows the water downward. Miss Zheng can't be counted as one?" Li Jingting tasted the tripe soup one by one, and spit out words that were indistinguishable, "Although she is on the Wang family, she seems to be prominent." But turning his back on the family and getting the notoriety of two family slaves, whether it is Wang Jian or Zheng Xu, they are not very at ease with you. Looking at it this way, from the once eldest lady of the Zheng family to the grass between the cracks now, isn't the water flowing to a low place?"

The man's words were plain, the cold was silent, he just put spoonfuls of lamb belly soup into his mouth, and his face did not change in the slightest, so this kind of fireworks ridicule also brought the unique calmness and nobility of the royal family.

High. Still teaching people to be close at all.

Zheng Siying's eyes flashed, and she said coolly: "The prince laughed at Siying." The prince can travel all over Chang'an as a family and find a mundane taste for that friend, but I am afraid that the prince's intentions are the same reason as my choice. ”

The last half of the sentence is full of meaning.

Li Jingting's spoon froze, but he still didn't look at the woman, but the night suddenly appeared in his eyes. Zheng Siying also stared at Li Jingting, without any dodging, and the sparks in her eyes were about to move.

Soft spot. In a single word.

There are thousands of fetters in this world, but there is destined to be only one person who can take a scoop for the three thousand.

"I only heard that Miss Zheng can play chess, but I don't know when you will be able to tell a story. It's just an ordinary friend, so do your best, Miss Zheng don't speculate. Otherwise. Li Jingting's spoon was put into the soup again, and his voice sounded without a trace of temperature, "Otherwise, curiosity will kill the cat and lift a stone and hit yourself on the foot." ”

brought cold threats, but in exchange for Zheng Siying's light smile: "The prince is the king, Siying is the minister, and he doesn't dare to have the slightest disrespect for the prince." Fang Cai is just joking, if there is an offense, please ask the prince for forgiveness. ”

Zheng Siying sat down at the right time and bowed to Li Jingting's skirt, her posture was extremely respectful, but her eyes were not evasive at all, staring straight at Li Jingting.

Li Jingting was not angry, so he stared at the woman like this, and only grinned after a while: "Miss Zheng is really worthy of her player." This game of chess with Wang Wenyuan as the son and jade fish as the bait has to be played by the two of you, so there are some highlights to watch. After all, the chess game is treacherous, if all men are fighting, and there are no women with red faces, it will be too boring. ”

Zheng Siying, who had always maintained her composure, suddenly changed her face, and even her steps back to the couch after the salute were momentarily unstable.

Li Jingting knows everything.

Xin Yi's calculations. Wang Wenyuan's stupidity. Her Zheng Siying's game. As an outsider, Li Jingting has seen through the game within the game.

Zheng Siying suddenly remembered a sentence circulating in the chess game: The discord is exhausted, the king is out, and the double dragon wins the pearl and asks the hero.

She vaguely guessed who one of the two dragons was. The dragon has a pair, and the final chess game must be a game of two sides, this country is delicate, and the hero bends his waist to meet the opponent.

After many thoughts, it was only half a breath, and after the initial shock and vigilance, Zheng Siying quickly regained her composure, and looked at Li Jingting's gaze with awe: "It turns out that the prince is a theater watcher." ”

It's not just about watching a play. He was watching her.

Li Jingting didn't say this. He just leisurely put a spoonful of lamb belly soup into his mouth, smashed it with satisfaction, and said, "This king is not so idle, he will go and insert everything." It's none of your business, hang high, maybe there will be the benefits of the fisherman. The king's opponent is him, and the rest are just supporting characters. ”

He. It's too vague and too firm.

Zheng Siying suppressed her instinctive curiosity about who "he" meant, and just looked at the half-table lamb belly soup Nunu mouth: "If you can say such a thing, the prince whose interests are so clear will taste the mundane taste of Chang'an just for the sake of a smile for his friends?"

The different color of Li Jingting's eyes drew an arc at the corner of his lips, a faint arc, like a flower blooming under a stone.

Secretive, silent. But one day, it grows into a mixed peanut tree that occupies the whole spring.

"To borrow what Miss Zheng said: I'm afraid of my intentions, your choice is for the same reason. ”

After a long time, Li Jingting replied in a deep voice, his eyes had returned to the same as before, and he couldn't see the slightest abnormality and waves in his iron face, which was intimate.

Zheng Siying smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her pupils were clean: "Siying just felt that the prince was very interesting today." ”

Li Jingting also smiled, the corners of his lips were half-hooked, and it was difficult to distinguish between praise and criticism: "This king has always felt that Miss Zheng is very interesting." ”

The snow is as big as thatch, and the plum fragrance crosses the ghost. There was no extra talk and laughter in the restaurant, only the slight sound of the spoon tapping the soup, and the cheap and hot smell of mutton came from far away.

And when Xin Yi saw this cup of lamb belly soup, it was already three days later.

The enamel porcelain cup containing the lamb belly soup is placed in a two-layer hollow food box, and the bottom layer is sealed with boiling water, so that the soup is still steaming hot and the mutton is still fresh when it is delivered in the snowy world.

The little maid who sent the soup in the Jin Palace's mansion stood solemnly under the hall, his eyebrows and eyes were full of respect and solemnity, and his words were like rolling silver beads: "The prince gave the county a cup of lamb belly soup." Congratulations to the Junjun for a happy year, and the coming year is auspicious. ”

The little guy added the word "giving", deliberately showing the dignity of the monarch and the minister. Li Jingting sent soup to Xin Yi to greet the New Year, which was a "reward" from the royal family, so that countless pairs of eyes in the dark could not make any mistakes.

The little guy came according to the rules, and Xin Yi naturally followed the rules. The etiquette of the monarch and the minister is at the head, and the county monarch has to keep up.

Therefore, Xiangpei held the lamb's belly soup on the side for a long time, Xin Yi did not reach out to pick it up, and after thanking him for his kindness, he glanced at half a glance and took a look: "The king of this county is very important, and he is very frightened and grateful." Even if it's just an ordinary lamb's belly soup, it is also the royal family's grace and grace, how can the prince of this county dare to bother. ”

The words full of etiquette revealed a faint ridicule.

New Year's greetings, only a cup of lamb belly soup was given, and the smell was also an ordinary folk taste. I really don't know if Li Jingting intends to suit her taste, or if he is royal and noble, and he gives a chicken casually, so that the people can treat it as a phoenix.

The little guy is the person who follows Li Jingting, and he has long practiced the eight-sided exquisite heart, so he naturally heard this deep meaning, but he only smiled meaningfully.

"Not bad. The New Year's gift given by the prince to the county is this cup of lamb belly soup. The jun might as well taste it and see how it tastes, and the small one can reply to the prince. ”