"Qingyue, seeing the words is like a face, I haven't seen you for a long time, I am very concerned, I wish you all the best in the Prince's Mansion. On the second day of February, there will be a sacrifice in the Tsz Yun Temple on the west mountain in the suburbs, if possible, I would like to wait for you in the peach forest in the temple. Written by Qin Lang. ”

After reading Qin Changyong's letter, Chai Qingyue was in a trance, is it February 2nd? Is it taking that long to see you? However, it was already good to be able to meet, and Chai Qingyue comforted herself so much in her heart.

"Sister Xiaoyu." Chai Qingyue, who was tasteless, simply put down her chopsticks and greeted the whisper next to her, "The dragon on the second day of February raised its head, should the prince participate in the sacrificial ceremony in the court?" ”

Unexpectedly, Chai Qingyue would suddenly ask about the sacrificial ceremony in a month, and replied in a small voice: "Back to the crown princess, the prince is the prince of a country, and this kind of ceremony will naturally have His Royal Highness the prince." ”

As if seeing a glimmer of hope, Chai Qingyue hurriedly asked, "Then do I also need to go?" ”

"Yes. The crown princess is the future queen mother, and this kind of sacrificial ceremony also needs to appear. Xiao Yu seemed to suddenly open up, and laughed softly, "Did Qin Gongzi make an appointment with you to meet on February 2nd?" ”

Chai Qingyue glared at Xiao Yu dissatisfiedly, holding her cheeks and not speaking.

Xiao Yu coughed lightly to hide his faux pas: "But ah, the ceremony is in the morning, and it usually ends before the hour." If the place where the crown princess goes is not far away, she may be able to catch up. ”

Xiao Yu's words turned forward, so that Chai Qingyue saw hope again, and her originally dark eyes instantly became bright again, and her tone became relaxed and cheerful: "Really? ”

Seeing Xiao Yu nodded, Chai Qingyue became happy again, thinking that she finally had the opportunity to meet Qin Changyong, although the waiting time was a bit long. However, it doesn't matter, it's good to see it, I'm afraid it's a distant meeting.

Chai Qingyue, who was full of excitement, had a smile on her face for the next few days, and she was much more tolerant of Murong Sichen's stinky temper.

And Murong Sichen always thought that he had taken Chai Qingyue home that day to his parents, and his mood brightened, and he became more and more tolerant of his subordinates.

On the fourteenth day of the first month, Murong Sichen said to Chai Qingyue before finishing dinner: "Tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival, why don't you take this palace to the East Market to see the lanterns?" I heard that the lanterns there are good and there are many snacks. ”

Hearing that Murong Sichen offered to take him out to play, and it was a lively Shangyuan Festival, with more lanterns and snacks, Chai Qingyue's eyes instantly lit up, and she asked Murong Sichen uncertainly with her beautiful long eyelashes: "Really?" ”

"Hmm." Murong Sichen nodded.

After getting the exact answer, Chai Qingyue was even happier, and couldn't help but add half a bowl of rice, which caused Chai Qingyue to pacing around the house after dinner.

Feeling that the food was almost consumed, Chai Qingyue picked up a book of excerpts that she hadn't finished reading last time and continued to read, and after a while, seeing that Murong Sichen didn't have the slightest intention of leaving, Chai Qingyue took the initiative to ask: "Is Your Highness preparing to stay in Yingxue Pavilion today?" ”

Hearing the hesitation in Chai Qingyue's words, Murong Sichen didn't say anything, and stretched: "Yes, is there anything wrong with this palace staying in his wife's house?" ”

After speaking, he walked to the wide bed in the main room with a big grin, and directly threw the whole person up, ignoring Chai Qingyue, who was in a daze who remained in place. Murong Sichen slowly turned up the corners of his mouth in the shadows that Chai Qingyue couldn't see.

Chai Qingyue procrassimacated to the side of the bed, and said hesitantly: "But ......"

But I don't want to sleep in the same bed with you, Chai Qingyue roared in her heart.

Murong Sichen turned sideways, propped up his upper body, and looked at Chai Qingyue with a tangled face funny: "Don't worry, this palace won't do anything to you." You forgot what you did to Hongu last time you stayed here? ”

Last time Murong Sichen stayed here, what did I do? Chai Qingyue searched for the answer in her mind, and the expression on her face changed from the previous entanglement to doubt, and then she blushed and looked shy.

"Remembered?" Murong Sichen watched the change in Chai Qingyue's facial expression, and saw Chai Qingyue, who was blushing, before he opened his mouth and asked, "So, don't worry, this palace won't do anything to you." ”

The more Murong Sichen swore and promised, the more embarrassed Chai Qingyue felt, and struggled in her heart for a while before she asked embarrassedly: "It's been so long, Your Highness won't return ......"

Murong Sichen really felt that it was hard to hold back, so he simply laughed: "What do you think? Aren't you the doctor of the main palace? ”

Chai Qingyue was stunned, it seems that she did prescribe a medicine order for Murong Sichen, but after so long, it won't have taken effect yet, right? Chai Qingyue felt that this matter was indeed her fault, and said hesitantly: "That, I have no experience in this area, or Your Highness should find Dr. Zhang in the mansion to take a look." ”

Murong Sichen felt that he couldn't tease Chai Qingyue anymore, and said: "The prescription you gave is actually still useful, this palace is just not all good, it seems that your prescription is useful, and it should only be a matter of time before it is cured." ”

Knowing that the prescription she prescribed could indeed cure Murong Sichen's illness, Chai Qingyue also relieved herself and confirmed that Murong Sichen would not do anything to herself, and Chai Qingyue did not twist and pinched, and generously changed her bedclothes and went to sleep.

Murong Sichen turned over, and then by the faint candlelight, he could vaguely see Chai Qingyue's sleeping face. Chai Qingyue's facial features, who were asleep, looked even softer in the candlelight, without the naughtiness on weekdays, but made people feel a little soft.

As if bewitched, Murong Sichen couldn't help but stretch out his hand, his slightly cool fingertips swept across Chai Qingyue's delicate skin, and the warmth on his face made Murong Sichen particularly nostalgic.

Chai Qingyue seemed to feel something uneasy on her face, frowned her delicate brows, gently turned her lower body, and hid her small face in the pillow.

Chai Qingyue's sudden movement frightened Murong Sichen into hurriedly withdrawing his hand, turning over uneasily, and turning his back to Chai Qingyue, trying to cover up his ridiculous behavior just now.

Murong Sichen waited for a while, and felt that Chai Qingyue had no further movements, and Murong Sichen lay flat like a thief again, and exhaled a long breath.

Fortunately, I didn't wake up, otherwise how would I explain it? After rubbing his face and patting his chest, Murong Sichen fell asleep peacefully.

There is no dream all night, and waking up is the Shangyuan Festival.