King Zhennan, who grew up in the palace since he was a child, knows very well that the joy of Zhong Mingding's food house has always been short-lived. After a few more gossips with Song Yuxun, he got up and walked out of the upper study when the white jade cup that he had been holding in his palm was cold.

The moment the door was closed, his last glance just brushed on the brother who was sitting down, his eyes sank, and the corners of his lips fell sharply.

He stepped out of the door, one hand strolling leisurely on his waist, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small waiter holding a tea cup on the side.

Seeing that there was an extra pair of white-bottomed soap boots beside him, the little chamberlain bent his waist into a bow that was buckled upside down on the ground, and said in a thin voice, "Lord Wang." ”

Song Yuchen lifted the lid of the teacup, glanced at the ginseng chicken soup that didn't even have a trace of oil stars, and the cold face like the Buddha who was chiseled out with an axe and chopping knife was softened by the warm heat, "Send it in while it's hot, remember to watch the emperor finish drinking." ”

"Yes." The little waiter responded with trepidation - the scene of Song Yuchen talking to him so softly was still vivid, he didn't dare to forget, and carefully carried it in front of him as a treasure, after all, the good temper of King Zhennan is not like a sunny day every day, but not everyone has that blessing to enjoy.

Coming out of the upper study, Song Yuchen came to the edge of the imperial garden with ease.

As long as he turned the corner again, he could see Mianmian, and he could even hear the sound of Qingyue's girl talking from the garden. However, his pace slowed for a moment, as if he was hesitating something.

The vermilion palace wall is lined with golden glazed tiles, and the lush begonia trees stretch out their small branches tentatively, and the sunlight shines through the budding bones, just hanging a piece of brilliance on the gap between the glazed tiles.

Song Yuchen looked up at the bone that was dyed golden by the sun, and his joy, anger and sorrow instantly turned into a touch of breeze and was collected by him in the corner of his eye, and it was not revealed at all.

Zhennan Wangfu.

He squeezed her chopsticks and took small bites of her dinner—a brand new bowl of noodles.

Shi Qingran guarded a tray of soup, squatting to the side and looking at her with a smile, his eyes were sincere, and his concern and expectation could almost pinch out a handful of water.

At first, He Jiaojiao endured silently, after a steamed bun and a small half bowl of noodles, she was no longer so hungry, her belly was full at the moment, and her limbs were also strong - she could eat slowly and methodically, and some time was consumed with time.

So Shi Qingran didn't speak, He Jiaojiao didn't speak, holding the hot dishes and chopsticks cheekily, her pale little face gradually showed a layer of pink, and now she barely looked like a living person.

After a long silence, I don't know if it was because he had recovered some popularity from the food, He Jiaojiao felt a little uncomfortable in hindsight, and his head was like a nest of ants.

Seeing that a bowl of noodles was about to bottom out, she finally couldn't bear to turn her face away, and met the two eyes that had been nailed to her since she didn't know when, "Are you squatting here just to watch me eat?" ”

Princess Zhennan nodded frankly, "Yes." ”

He Jiaojiao, "......"

"Is it delicious?" Shi Qingran squinted his eyes, and the starlight overflowed from the narrow gap between the upper and lower eyelashes.

He Jiaojiao almost choked, and said indistinctly, "Hmm, it's delicious." ”

To be honest, although this bowl of noodles looks average, the taste is still good, it seems that she is afraid that Shi Qingran doesn't believe it, so she picked up a full chopstick and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Eat slowly, the kitchen is still there, if you like it, I'll send you this for supper." Shi Qingran said briskly.

He Jiaojiao hurriedly put down his chopsticks, "...... No more! ”

"Why? Don't you think it's delicious? ”

“......”

I also think it's easy to sleep, but can I sleep all twelve hours a day? It's not a pig again!

The mean and indifferent words had already reached her lips, and she was about to say them, but she looked at Shi Qingran's slightly red face, and the bowl of noodles in her palm was full and hot, and she didn't give it up.

The first time she spoke to someone so carefully and carefully, He Jiaojiao almost sweated in her palms, brewing and brewing, but in the end she still couldn't twist those two thin eyebrows.

After a long time, as if she had finally made up her mind, she said with a bitter face full of hatred, "Don't you want to say something else?" ”

"Yes." Shi Qingran responded without hesitation.

He Jiaojiao raised a little vigilance and put on a posture of listening to his ears.

Princess Zhennan groped her way closer to He Jiaojiao, and said sincerely, "If you don't want to eat noodles for supper, what do you want to eat?" ”

He Jiaojiao, "......"

This person is also a serious princess, how can she open and close her mouth and say that she can't do without a pair of chopsticks!

It's very ...... Can't get on the countertop.

He Jiaojiao's pink cheeks twitched silently for a moment, and a little happy little green tendon burst out on the corner of her forehead, she couldn't bear it anymore, "Is the attitude of the Zhennan Royal Mansion towards assassins so kind and kind?" ”

On the way to Beijing from the southwest, she also heard a lot of legends about the king of Zhennan. Some people say that it is a monster that kills people without blinking, an iron lump soaked in the iron-blooded ice river, and a blood Shura who steps on thousands of heroic spirits and climbs the stairs and crosses corpses everywhere he passes.

In short, it won't be a normal person.

As for the princess of the south of the town, she was rumored to be a foxy and confusing demon girl, and she was a mountain spirit and wild monster who wanted to dig up loyal ministers and pickle their hearts to eat wine and vegetables at every turn.

In short, it won't be a fool who can't beat a fart with 300 sticks except for three meals a day in the morning, noon and evening.

Thinking of this, He Jiaojiao gave a clear look when he said goodbye with the last bit of expectation.

The latter held her cold body temperature in her arms for a long time, and then said seriously, "Or if you want to eat something, I'll prepare it for you now." ”

After a pause, she added, "There are still a lot of good things you haven't eaten, take your time, don't rush." ”

The harsh words thrown out were thrown back by her into a handful of Wen Dunton's flames, which caught He Jiaojiao off guard, and felt a little hot when she boarded up, and she couldn't pick it up, and it was difficult to put it down.

Worry?

What is she anxious about, and now for her, what can be anxious about is nothing more than to die.

The four looked at each other, and the two of them squatted and sat down, both silent.

After a long time, He Jiaojiao lowered his head and took another bite of noodles, and said Mu Ran, "I can tell you about the matter you asked me before." ”

She turned her head sideways and glanced at Shi Qingran, her dark eyes were not shocked, she seemed to be a little helpless, and she said a little painfully, "Close the door and come closer." ”

She was like a seedling about to fall down, and when she stumbled into a little light, she straightened her back again.

Shi Qingran pinched the only remaining look, got up and closed the door very interestingly, then turned around and sat down decisively beside He Jiaojiao, and sat close.