The little Qingmei in front of her had already rushed out happily: "Cousin Shen! Come on, come on! ”

Before Ji Shenxiu could talk to her, she had already pulled him in front of Zhao Ling. The crown prince of this dynasty never believed in the way of gods and Buddhas, not to mention that he met him unexpectedly in the wing room where Mei'er stayed, Ji Shenxiu looked at Zhao Ling with more scrutiny.

He bowed and asked, "Why is Your Highness here?" ”

Zhao Ling raised his head slightly: In front of the rival in love, the momentum cannot be lost.

Before the "lonely ......" finished speaking, Lin Qingmei shook his arm excitedly: "Brother Ling, you quickly feed the osmanthus cake to Cousin Shen." ”

Biyu followed up, and when she saw Zhao Ling's big face, she couldn't help but laugh.

Ji Shenxiu's scalp was numb: "Feed it to me, it won't be what I think, right?" ”

Zhao Ling sighed and nodded, quite sad and indignant. Lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot, why is it obvious that he is stupid Lin Qingmei, but he was put on a show by her?

Lin Qingmei urged: "Brother Ling, hurry up! Cousin Shen is hungry. ”

Ji Shenxiu shook his head again and again: "Mei'er, my brother is not hungry." ”

Kissing the Prince? No! He refused!

"If you are not hungry, you have to eat a bite, the osmanthus cake of the birthday father-in-law, Cousin Shen can live forever after eating it, and he can become smart, and Cousin Shen will not be afraid of the exam."

Zhao Ling had no choice but to continue lying: "Brother Ling has just fed Jasper." ”

He asked Jasper, "Is it Jasper?" Is osmanthus cake delicious? ”

Biyu had already seen that he was not pleasing to his eyes, and wanted to shake his head, but he heard him hum menacingly, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, when the girl was talking to the young master just now, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had already fed all the slaves and maids." ”

Lin Qingmei listened, and flattened her petal-like mouth: "Brother Ling is the worst, he snatched Cousin Shen's osmanthus cake but didn't give it to Cousin Shen." ”

Zhao Ling saw that her eyes were watery again, and hurriedly coaxed: "Mei'er, don't cry, let Biyu feed you cousin Shen again." ”

Lin Qingmei then looked at Biyu with a blank eye, Zhao Ling's threatening eyes also glanced coldly, Biyu was ashamed and annoyed: Let her be a cousin young master, how can this be done? How did His Royal Highness the Prince's heart grow, and why was it so black?

Ji Shenxiu coughed awkwardly: Compared with the pro-prince, pro-jasper is obviously a very good choice. So he walked up to Biyu, turned his back to Lin Qingmei and pretended to kiss Jasper, and then turned around and chewed: "Well, it's really delicious." ”

Lin Qingmei gave up, Zhao Ling wanted to stay any longer, this little Qingmei didn't know what whimsical ideas would torture herself, so she left first. Ji Shenxiu looked at the blushing jasper, and also walked out after him.

"The minister has something I want to ask Your Highness."

"Lonely, you are not allowed to ask." Zhao Ling was extremely capricious.

Ji Shenxiu stumbled under his feet, and when he saw Zhao Ling going to the backyard, he couldn't cry or laugh.

There are already a few small yellow doors in the backyard to prepare refreshments, the tea on the stove is boiling, and the tea-scented tea is wafting with the lid of the pot, which is the aroma of the West Lake Longjing.

Zhao Ling sat down in front of the stone platform, and when he saw Ji Shenxiu perseveringly following, his eyebrows lit up: "Ji Hanlin knows what he wants to say, so there is no need to ask." ”

Ji Shenxiu took a few steps closer and bowed: "Your Highness knows, but the minister still has to say a few words." His Royal Highness and Miss Lin Si have a heart-to-heart relationship, and it has been a good story in Beijing, if His Royal Highness takes a fancy to Mei'er, presumably the Lin family will use her as a concubine into the palace. But has His Highness ever thought that Mei'er is stupid and can live for a few days in such an environment? Your Highness's lover should be far-reaching. ”

Zhao Ling didn't speak for a long time. Most of his feelings for Xiao Qingmei today are filled with gratitude and guilt, and he can't tell how much of it is.