Yao Qinghua listened carefully, and it turned out to be the sound of crickets. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Isn't there a shame, even a little cricket is afraid of this? She complained silently in her heart, feeling that the handsomeness of this little emperor and grandson was discounted three times.

Following the cry, I saw a cricket the size of a peanut in the grass singing.

This little thing suddenly jumped on Yao Qinghua's sleeve.

This little thing has a milky white body, a pair of tentacles on both sides of the flat head, and a beautiful maroon ring pattern on the cylindrical abdominal cavity.

Yao Qinghua calmly took the cricket off her sleeve, this little creature was not in a hurry to struggle for her life like the other insects she caught today.

She spread it out in her palm, and to her amazement, the cricket-kun danced its tentacles, a pair of small eyes met her bold eyes, and once again let out a pleasant chirp.

Don't crickets start singing between June and August? At this time, it was only March, and he began to chirp, and it seems that he is also a "scheming cricket" who knows how to "become famous as soon as possible".

"It's weird, how can the crickets come out and chirp so early?" The imperial grandson also looked curious, the horror and vigilance that did not match his age just now had subsided.

Yao Qinghua quickly searched Baidu Entomology in her mind, and she told the imperial grandson with a smile that this kind of petite cricket is called "white cricket", which is also called "stove cricket" because it is common in rural stoves. This kind of cricket has a gentle personality, likes to interact with people, and especially likes to chirp, and the old farmers often put it into a small gourd to raise, even in the harsh winter when the snow is falling and the water is dripping into ice, its cry can be heard.

"There are such spiritual crickets in the world." Zhu Zhanji ignored the identity of the emperor's grandson, bowed his head in front of Yao Qinghua, and curiously played with the small crickets in her palm.

He was a head taller than her, but now he looked up at her adoringly like a little henchman.

"Crickets are a strange thing, the world only knows that they love to fight, but they don't know that they are not born to fight, but they are lonely by nature, they like to live independently, and they are never allowed to live with other people of their kind. Therefore, they cannot tolerate each other, and once they meet, they will fight for their lives. But they like to be lonely so much, during their relationship, the male insect is willing to live with the female insect, which shows that our cricket king is so self-respecting and affectionate. ”

As she spoke, she doted on the cricket and put it into the small gourd that "Daddy" let her carry to catch insects, and planned to take it home as a friend.

Yao Qinghua said these words, in fact, he was a scholar, unconsciously revealing the knowledge storage in his mind that was comparable to a high-capacity computer, but when Zhu Zhanji, the emperor's grandson, heard it, it was so heartfelt.

Isn't such a self-respecting and affectionate cricket a king, a reflection of his own identity?

Although he is still young, will there be fewer royal battles that he has experienced, is experiencing, or will he experience? Who was the last cricket left in the bottle? Who was the last lonely king? At a young age, he already knew his mission and the hardships of the future.

It's just that he didn't dare to reveal the slightest expression of these emotions on weekdays, but at this time out of the imperial court, in front of this strange rural ugly girl, he had no scruples: "In the past, I heard Taifu say that Yuan Qiang's "Autumn Poem" 'The grass is no longer green, and the king and grandson are now returning', at that time, people were puzzled, and Shi Yin saw it and said: 'Wang Sun, crickets also'." At that time, I didn't understand the deep meaning, but today, you can be regarded as having made Shi Yin's insights clear. ”

After that, he grabbed her arm and said, "Where is this stove cricket, catch one for me." ”

This can make Yao Qinghua embarrassed, this kind of stove cricket generally appears between the farmer's stove, there is no one in the wild, this one happened to be caught in the bottle today, apparently an old farmer put it in a gourd and brought it to the wild, accidentally jumped out.

It's so late, is it appropriate to take this prince home to catch crickets? Will you be reprimanded by "Daddy"? What if someone comes to the door? You must know that there is a difference between the noble and the low, and you may fall into the crime of abducting the prince and grandson without saying anything.

She made up her mind to refuse, but as soon as she raised her eyes and saw those good-looking Danfeng eyes, she was staring at herself, and immediately lost the courage to refuse, "Okay, I promise you......"

"You're so nice." Zhu Zhanji, the imperial grandson, also didn't care about etiquette, so he came over to hold her hand and walked side by side with her in the night.

Yao Qinghua was happy in his heart, and couldn't help but take Zhu Zhanji's hand and run, the fragrance of the seedlings in the field, from the running wind, diffused in their noses, making every pore in their body relax, they forgot their troubles, forgot their identity, only the happiness of night travel swelled, fermented, and fluttered in their bodies.

At that moment, Yao Qinghua really understood what it was called - "two little guesses"!

Seeing that he was about to reach home after turning a small dirt slope, suddenly a group of black shadows blocked in front of him, and Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but stand still. The black shadow also seemed to have spotted Zhu Zhanji, and then ran towards Zhu Zhanji quickly.

It turned out to be the big eunuch Wang Xi and a group of little eunuchs, and their faces were surprised and happy: "The imperial grandson, but I finally found you, but the old slave was frightened, in the blink of an eye, you were gone, and the emperor almost asked for the old slave's head." ”

At this time, Zhu Zhanji, the grandson of the emperor, also realized that it was too late today. As soon as he heard the word "emperor" in Wang Xi's mouth, he was already in his heart, and unconsciously let go of Yao Qinghua's hand.

At the moment when the imperial grandson let go of her hand, she secretly stuffed the small gourd containing the "stove cricket" into his hand.

"Keep it as a souvenir, this farewell, I don't know if there will be goodbye." Her eyes were talking.

Zhu Zhanji's eyes also showed reluctance, but in front of Wang Xi's father-in-law, he didn't dare to hesitate at all, and followed the prince to meet his imperial grandfather.

Yao Qinghua watched a group of people gradually walk away, only to wake up like a dream, and she moved towards her home step by step in despair.

At that moment, she really didn't want to go back to this home, she regretted why she didn't try her best to keep Zhu Zhanji just now, or go with him.

If it were in modern times, she would definitely act so recklessly, but Yao Qinghua, who was shrouded in this ancient clothes, lost the bravery and sharpness of modern people in the blink of an eye, and her thoughts and actions became synchronized with those of ancient people.

The only thing she felt she had done right today was to give that cute stove cricket to Zhu Zhanji.

At least a thought.

Magical and cute cricket-kun, you must bless me and the handsome little royal guy to reunite soon. Yao Qinghua prayed over and over again in his heart.

But seeing that Zhu Zhanji is so afraid of his imperial grandfather, he may throw away the little broken gourd bottle of me, a country girl, in the blink of an eye.

She became even more depressed. Step by step, she walked towards the dilapidated hut, and when she reached the door, she froze.