Waiting for the hot meal to be brought in, Sheng Qianya smiled and said, "Eat a little, it's still early to eat at noon." ”

"Hmm." In fact, before going to bed, Ji Minghui had already eaten some snacks, and he didn't know how long he would sleep, although he was not hungry now, but the food was brought, so he ate a little bit.

"Is my mom and dad awake?" Ji Minghui asked the little girl Qingzhu.

Qingzhu said: "The old lady hasn't moved yet, it should be that she hasn't woken up yet." ”

Ji Minghui: "Then don't let people disturb them, let them continue to sleep, and when they wake up, if they haven't ignored it, let them send some food." ”

Qingzhu: "Yes, Childe. ”

The meal was very light, this was Ji Minghui's real first meal in the morning, seeing Ji Minghui sit down, Qingzhu hurriedly served Ji Minghui half a bowl of green vegetable porridge.

Ji Minghui took it, took a small porcelain spoon, and drank it very slowly.

Seeing Sheng Qianya, he didn't know what he saw, and when he laughed, he stretched his neck, leaned over, and asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

Without waiting for Sheng Qianya to answer, he saw that it was a pair of words written by him.

It was also the poem she once wrote on the earthen wall outside his window:

'The sun and the moon are leaning against the night, and the sky is not clear, and the sea is boundless and sparkling. Qingyun goes straight to the ninth time, and there is always a time for the gold list to be famous. ’

It is also the calligraphy he practiced.

Every word is written extremely elegantly and meaningfully.

"Okay, what are you going to do to watch this." Ji Minghui muttered quietly, a little uncomfortable, his neck also shrunk back, and continued to drink porridge.

"I just turned it over, aren't they all in this cylinder, if you don't want me to see it, you should put it away." Sheng Qianya smiled at him. "It's hard for you, I wrote this limerick poem, you actually remember it until now. The characters are also very beautiful, and the calligraphy of you literati, I can't compare with it anyway. ”

As he spoke, he looked at it carefully.

The more I watched, the happier I became.

"What you're good at, I'm not good at either." Ji Minghui said. Make it clear that people have their own strengths, and there is no need to compare their own shortcomings with others' strengths.

After hesitating for a moment, he still whispered: "It's not limericks." ”

"Huh?" Sheng Qianayayi raised his eyebrows.

Ji Minghui stopped talking, only lowered his head and drank porridge.

Qingzhu's ability to observe words and colors is still very strong, seeing this, he hurriedly walked out of the room, and no longer waited, Xia He and Dong Xue also retreated.

Sheng Qianya approached and quipped: "Your little maid has taken my two maids out, let's say, don't live up to your little maid's good intentions." ”

Ji Minghui glanced at her, but still didn't speak.

Whether in the eyes of others, this is limerick or not, anyway, in his opinion, it is not.

This is obviously her love affair with him.

He will always remember it for the rest of his life.

It was also the day she wrote this poem that he knew that her heart for him had changed, and that she would at least like him a little.

It was also that day that she regretted it.

It wasn't the day they met outside the Imperial Capital that she regretted it at all.

He knows it all.

And the day he saw the poem, he regretted it too.

It wasn't at all the day they met outside the Imperial Capital that he regretted it.

As for whether he liked her at the time, that must be for sure. Even, when they first met, he should have liked her.

Because all along, his heart was biased towards her.

No matter when.

No matter what happens.

As for the encounter outside the Imperial Capital, it only created a possibility between them, and they both seized this possibility.

So, they're together.