The yard where Leng Qinglang lives is called Wisteria Kozuki, and a new wisteria trellis has been built outside the yard, which seems to have been transplanted from elsewhere. The wisteria flowers of this solar term have been gone, and the dense vine branches and leaves cast dappled light and shadow on the ground.

When Leng Qinghuan passed by, he couldn't help but pull the corners of his lips bitterly before stepping into the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the door, I met an old acquaintance, Wang Ma was standing under the eaves of the corridor with Zhiqiu talking, and when she saw Leng Qinghuan, her face was a little embarrassed, and she hurriedly laughed with her.

Leng Qinghuan didn't talk nonsense to her: "What about Leng Qinglang? ”

Before the princess could reply, Zhiqiu spoke first, and glanced at her arrogantly: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient at this time, the prince is eating wine in the house, and I invite the princess to come back tomorrow." ”

Leng Qinghuan didn't care about her, and walked into the house by herself: "See it or not, it's not your turn to speak as a minion." ”

Zhiqiu stepped forward and was about to pull, but was quietly pulled by Wang Ma behind her, secretly gave her a look, and lowered her voice: "Let her go." ”

Leng Qinghuan pushed the door directly with his pocket, and was greeted by the smell of vegetables, mixed with the taste of rice wine, which seduced the gluttonous worms in his stomach to become more active, jumping up and down.

Murong Qi and Leng Qinglang heard the movement at the door, and they turned their faces in unison, and when they saw that it was her, they actually bit their cheeks.

It's just Leng Qinglang's little face, white and red, red and black, and a face of spring.

Leng Qinghuan slowly stretched his lips and smiled: "The prince is actually here, what a coincidence." ”

Murong Qi smiled coldly: "This king doesn't think it's a coincidence. If you admit it generously, this king will look up to you. ”

Leng Qinghuan unceremoniously sat down directly at the table, looked at the dazzling array of meals on the table, didn't look at him, and directly passed a plate of fragrant and shredded chicken from Leng Qinglang: "Lord Wang, you really misunderstood, I just came to have a light meal." If you're not hungry, you can't compare to this crispy chicken. ”

She rolled up her sleeves, flipped her wrist, and there was a new shiny scalpel in her palm.

Leng Qinglang's face suddenly turned pale, and the whole person threw himself into Murong Qi's arms, trembling: "Sister, what are you going to do?" ”

Leng Qinghuan raised the knife in her hand, and the fragrant cooking hand-torn chicken thigh in front of her was stuffed into the pocket behind her: "It should taste good." ”

Doudou was stunned and didn't dare to eat it in his hand, and Murong Qi's cold eyes on the other side were about to freeze her into ice cubes.

After a false alarm, Leng Qinglang got up from Murong Qi's arms in a sneer: "I thought you couldn't think about it, sister." ”

"Oh?" Leng Qinghuan raised her eyebrows: "So my sister hurriedly rushed over to stop the prince, saving him from snatching my knife again." It seems that you are happy to see it. ”

Murong Qi's thin lips pursed: "Leng Qinghuan, did you deliberately provoke you?" ”

Leng Qinghuan flipped lightly with a thin willow blade on his fingertips, and the golden and crispy skin and flesh of the shredded chicken were sliced down layer by layer. She didn't have chopsticks, so she picked them up with her plain white fingertips and threw them into her mouth. is clearly not an elegant move, but she is very pleasing to the eye.

"It seems that the palace is really not very rich, I just ate two mouthfuls of meat, and the prince has such a big temper. No wonder our master and servant couldn't even eat rice porridge after they entered the house. ”

Murong Qi was stunned for a moment, obviously not knowing, and then sneered: "My palace does not support idlers, let alone outsiders. ”

This man is really picky, no wonder he married a daughter-in-law at such an old age.

Leng Qinghuan's subordinates kept eating with relish. Although I am injured and can't eat too greasy, I also need to replenish my physical strength as soon as possible.

"What the prince said is also reasonable, although you and I have not yet reconciled, but my brother is clear about the accounts, it is better to be clear and clear, so as not to get a little food money in the end.

In this way, from tomorrow onwards, I and my subordinates will start a new stove in our own yard, self-sufficient, and never touch a little light in your palace, how about it? ”

"Just don't let this king see you, you are free! But don't forget, the courtyard where you live now is also my palace. ”

After being so careful, Leng Qing raised his face with a smile: "Don't forget the prince, it was your grandmother, grandmother, and mother who didn't let me move out of the palace, and it wasn't what I wanted." ”

Murong Qi choked: "That's not why you used despicable means to demagogue?" ”

Leng Qinghuan blinked: "If you don't like me to treat the old lady, you can stop it." ”

Murong Qi snorted coldly: "Leng Qinghuan, don't be fearless!" ”

"The prince's imagination is so rich, are you warning me in a roundabout way, I must give you face and eat the food of your palace?"

Murong Qi narrowed his eyes and stared at her face coldly: "You are eating the food of my palace now!" ”

Leng Qinghuan smiled at him, and the stars shone in his eyes: "A meal is also so stingy, since you are so careful, then my dowry, sooner or later, will have to be carried back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, in case of any shortcomings, it is not clear, it will make people misunderstand that the people in the palace are greedy for ink." Please also ask the prince to order someone to carry it to my yard for a while, hard work. ”

"Hehe, a little dowry, this king doesn't look at it yet."

"Then it's a word, sister, don't be reluctant?"

Leng Qinglang sat on the side, and when he saw Murong Qi's anger, he didn't dare to intervene at all. Who knew that Leng Qinghuan actually set up a trap and took out her dowry. She couldn't help but feel anxious.

Although Leng Qinghuan's dowry is a lot of deductions from his aunt, it is all face-saving work. But as the concubine of the prime minister's mansion and the concubine, according to the etiquette system, the dowry is still more generous than herself. I finally ate it in my mouth, and then spit it out, it hurts to think about it.

But after thinking about it, if Leng Qinghuan can really roll up and leave, the entire palace is his own, is it rare to have such a small dowry?

She didn't smile with a smile on her face: "My sister is really suspicious, my sister is still talking to Wang Ma about this, and I will order someone to send it to you in a while." ”

Leng Qinghuan cleaned a chicken, only retained a complete skeleton, burped with satisfaction, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and stood up: "Thinking about my sister's lofty ambitions, I shouldn't take this thing in my eyes." Oh, and since I started the fire myself, it is necessary to buy every day, and the prince remembers to send someone to the porter to give an order, so as not to let him go out when he gets it. ”

Facing her calm and leisurely, Murong Qi only felt that his stomach was full of fire, his nose fluttered, and the hot air that spewed out was hot: "Others can go out, but you can't." ”

"Why?"

"Naturally, I am afraid that you will tarnish the reputation of my palace."

Leng Qinghuan's teeth also felt itchy, this man's mouth is really poisonous, and he doesn't plan to let go if he catches his own painful feet, the wasp's sharp scorpion tail is beyond his mouth.

She squeaked and grinded her teeth, and smiled at the two of them: "I'm sorry, the old lady specially explained today, and asked me to personally go to the Guogong Mansion to deliver medicine every day." Of course, don't be too ostentatious about preparing the car, I think the three words of Qiwangfu are also quite stumbling. ”

Turn around and walk away.

There was a "snap" behind him, and it was the sound of a wine glass falling to the ground and blooming.

I hate the man who loses when he's angry, this man is not only stingy, irritable, domestic violence, but most importantly, lustful, stupid, and Leng Qinglang is really a natural pair.

Still holding the greasy chicken leg in his hand, he followed her and walked out of the yard, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had survived the catastrophe: "Miss, you are so scared to death that I am!" ”

Leng Qinghuan suddenly turned his face, looked at the wisteria Xiaozhu in front of him and smacked his mouth regretfully: "It's a pity." ”

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that I can't stay to watch a good show, the once-in-a-lifetime wonderful spring and palace are exciting to think about."

One sentence will make his face flushed: "Miss! You can say this kind of thing, and you're ashamed. ”

Leng Qinghuan touched the medicine in his sleeve, and still felt sorry, if it weren't for the fear that Murong Qi's irascible man would make trouble for him, he should really give Leng Qinglang some fierce laxatives.

Think about it, when the two of them were lingering and sympathetic, and when they were in full swing, Leng Qinglang suddenly coldly made a series of farts, and then couldn't help but pour thousands of miles, shells and shells, so that Murong Qi instantly threw away his gun and abandoned his weapon, and fled in the wilderness, how wonderful it would be.

guarantee him Murong Qi was instantly weak, and he would have a psychological shadow for the rest of his life. However, this is too obvious, so I still know each other a little better, and be merciful.