Lang'er glanced at Yin Xiaoqi, and saw that the young man was eating very attentively, so he pressed his voice into a line, and when he was unprepared, he heard clearly, "Miss, where did you get the money?" ”

Shi Qingran took the small piece that Yin Xiaoqi pinched down and handed her and stuffed it into her mouth without changing her face, chewing it heavily, barely leaking a few words from between her teeth, "Private money." ”

Lang'er was suddenly startled, and then nodded with a clear face, and the image of her own young lady in her mind suddenly became much taller.

She never expected that her young lady still had the heart to hide private money, and she was still hiding it under the discerning Zhennan King, which was really not easy. For a while, she had a little bit of a daughter who finally learned to hold chopsticks.

It's just that this relief didn't last long.

The young man's life is full of refreshment, even if it is very precious, a piece of white sugar cake is far from enough for him to eat.

Shi Qingran calmly took the thirst in his eyes, turned his head and stretched out his hand to Lang'er, "Give me some money, Xiao Qi is not full, I will take him to buy something else." ”

Lang'er was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously covered the money bag on his waist, "Where is your private money?" ”

Shi Qingran's face was calm, and he coughed dryly as if nothing had happened, "It's all over." ”

Lane, "......"

She gritted her teeth and retracted her thoughts, turned around and walked away.

Which princess of the past dynasties can be so miserable that she has been married to the Zhennan Mansion for so long, and the so-called private money is only two copper plates!

Listening to the noisy voices in the corridor gradually drifting away, Yin Ming said gently, "The child is noisy, which makes Your Excellency laugh." ”

"You're welcome, sir, please be seated."

"It's just you and me here now, so there's no need to be so formal." Yin Ming said quietly, "And my identity is really not worthy of such courtesy from you." ”

Song Yuchen froze on the half-lifted robe with one hand, and his fingertips pinched the silver-white fabric into a flower made of moonlight. The false smile that had piled up on his face collapsed a little, and the eyes that looked at the black veil suddenly became fierce.

Just as he felt that something was wrong, he heard a man's faint voice from behind the thin and soft black veil, completing the previous sentence, "...... Rajah. ”

There was a green jade incense burner erected on the rosewood case, and the top of the fine incense stick was burned out, and a small piece of dust broke silently, and a small broken flower was smashed in the incense burner, revealing a neat section where the spark was rekindled.

Neither of them spoke, and fell into a tacit silence.

After a while, King Zhennan finally picked up his robe and sat down, "Dare to ask Mr. Honorable Name?" ”

"My surname is Yin, and my cheap name may stain the ears of the prince, so it's better not to say it." Yin Mingzhi sat down opposite him while answering like a stream, and the flow of his movements was completely inconsistent with his words, neither humble nor arrogant.

Immediately, he took off the black veil that he had been wearing on his head, revealing a pale face, long inky hair hanging down his back like a waterfall, and his eyebrows and eyes were soft.

"Marquis Anding has been busy doing something important in the mansion recently, and sent Mr. to see me," Song Yuchen looked up and down at the jade-like beauty in front of him, and said calmly tentatively, "What's the purpose?" ”

"The prince is in love, Yin is just a man in the rivers and lakes, passing through here, and he doesn't have that kind of blessing to have a relationship with a dignitary like Hou Ye."

Song Yuchen chuckled, "If ordinary Jianghu Langzhong knew my identity, he probably wouldn't be so calm and calm. ”

"Yin is a small local person, he doesn't pay attention to these etiquettes, if there is anything wrong, please forgive me." Yin Mingzhi bent the corners of his lips kindly, and released a silent cold arrow, "This time I came to the royal city, and I happened to meet the grand occasion of the prince entering the palace to face the saint, and I glanced at it in a hurry, and remembered the heroic posture of the prince." ”

Song Yuchen quietly took his sycophant, but he was not very comfortable, and the originally loose rope in his heart tightened.

"The bad guy is naughty, he accidentally offended the princess a few days ago, and asked the prince not to condemn him."

Scoundrel?

Song Yuchen thought of the handsome young man who was dressed in red and saw him blurting out a headless "eighth brother", the corners of his forehead couldn't help but jump slightly, and he wrote lightly, "That kid has a good foundation, and he can see that his kung fu is very good." ”

"Children just learn to play, what kind of kung fu do they know." Yin Mingzhi handled it lightly and quietly turned the page over the page.

Song Yuchen didn't ask, he didn't answer, his slender eyebrows and eyes were like illusions in ink paintings, and he looked like a pleasing porcelain beauty when he sat quietly and still.

"Where is the gentleman?" Song Yuchen swept the teacup and changed the conversation coldly.

Yin Mingzhi is as good as a stream, "The four seas are home." ”

"Huh." Song Yuchen smiled insincerely, "The wandering world is chic of course, but the life should be very hard." ”

"If you are used to suffering, you will not feel bitter." Yin Mingzhi took the tea, took an unfathomable sip, and then said no more.

After drinking a sip of hot tea, a little light pink blood finally appeared on his pale face, slightly like a living person.

The inky eyebrows were hazy in the heat of the teacup, and the paper-white lips were inexplicably stained with a light cinnabar color after being moistened.

He looked slightly drunk, but his tone was extremely calm, "I have also drunk tea." What do you want when the prince came to me today? ”

"Antidote."

"Well said." Yin Mingzhi nodded happily, his slender fingers groped around his waist for a moment, and he took out a brocade bag and gently placed it on the desk.

He lifted his eyelids, calmly looked at His Royal Highness the famous King of Zhennan, and said, "Can Yin go now?" ”

Song Yuchen didn't speak, pinching a cup of tea between his fingers and swaying it for a while.

Yin Ming was not in a hurry, just looked at him quietly, his eyes were calm.

"It's very wandering around, if you don't dislike it, I think Mr. might as well stay in my house for the time being."

Yin Mingzhi asked, "When can I go?" ”

Song Yuchen's fingertips froze, his eyes suddenly cooled, and he happened to be connected with Yin Mingzhi, who had no fear on his face, and even smiled a little gently, like a freshly blooming bud in spring.