Chun Xing quietly carried a food box and sneaked in through the back door of the yard.

She walked to the door of the room and knocked on the door, and Meng Combrow opened the door from the inside.

"Miss, I've got what you wanted."

Meng combed his eyebrows and solemnly put the food box on the table, and then opened the box with a serious expression!

"It smells so good."

A plate of steaming rock sugar elbows was placed inside.

She picked up the chopsticks and picked the pigskin open, it seemed that the heat was well controlled, and the skin fell apart with a touch of chopsticks.

The meat inside is also tender and juicy, and I really feel like I am a fairy when I bite into it.

Chunxing's craftsmanship is really good, and Meng has not expected much from Meng Combrow.

"Do you need to be so careful when you want to eat an elbow?"

I also let myself go to the kitchen in the middle of the night when no one was around.

Meng combs her eyebrows and glared, she doesn't understand this, she is still a princess, if she is seen salivating at an elbow and flowing straight down three thousand feet, it will not make people laugh to death.

I still want to save face.

"Okay, you go out, I'll just eat alone."

She rolled up her sleeves and picked up her elbow and nibbled on it.

When she is in a bad mood, only food can soothe her wounded heart.

Mo Han stood on the tree with his sword in his arms, and in the dark night, his presence was very low.

Suddenly, he felt the breath of someone, and then a dark shadow flew through the treetops.

He immediately chased after him, slapping the man on the back.

The man was also skilled, and with the help of internal force in mid-air, he actually dodged to the side and dodged.

Mo Han felt that this person's figure was very familiar, and after seeing the mask on his face, he was stunned for a moment, and then withdrew his hand.

The two people outside had already made a few moves, and in the room, Meng Combrow was eating happily, and he didn't know what was going on outside.

She wiped her hands contentedly, and felt a cold wind blowing, which made her shiver, and when she looked up, it turned out that the window was open.

I remember that the window was closed, could it be that it was blown open by the wind?

As soon as she closed the window, she felt someone more behind her.

"When did the prince like to be a gentleman on the beam? It's not a good thing to sneak into someone else's boudoir in the middle of the night and spread the word. ”

Before he turned around, Meng Combrow knew that the person who came must be Jing Qicheng, otherwise with Mo Han's skills, it would be impossible for anyone to break in quietly.

"Looks like you're having a good time here."

Jing Qicheng looked at the mess on the table and said lightly.

Meng combed his eyebrows and hooked the corners of his mouth, what, did he disappoint Jing Qicheng?

Does he think that he should not think about his tea and dinner, and it is best to be able to wash his face with tears every day, so that it meets his imagination?

I'm sorry, she's not the kind of woman who cries and cries, if he wants to see a woman pretending to be weak, it's better to go to Lingyan Pavilion.

Meng combed his eyebrows with a thorn in his words, obviously angry.

After a while, Jing Qicheng said: "On the first day of the new year, I thought that you would not be willing to follow me into the palace, and Zhihan has just arrived in the capital, she is my cousin, and I should take her to meet my mother." ”

"Yes, since you think you are doing the right thing, why do you have to explain it in front of me?"

Meng Combrow really wanted to ask him no matter what, she was Jing Qicheng's rightful princess, did he consider his feelings when he was doing these things?

Yes, Zhihan is an orphan girl, very pitiful, he wants to take care of it, so just take care of it to the end.

There are many pavilions and pavilions in the palace, not to mention a Zhihan, even if it is a woman who comes to Qian'er and eight hundred, she can live, or does Jing Qicheng feel that it is too wronged to be a side concubine Zhihan, and he wants to give up the position of the concubine now?

"Comb your eyebrows, that's not what I meant."

"And what do you mean?"

The conversation between the two of them was full of fire, and Meng combed his eyebrows and pressed tightly, without giving Jing Qicheng the slightest room to breathe.

The fourth aunt said that the truth was a golden rule, but she just didn't want to do that.

How could she not understand in her heart, since Jing Qicheng took the initiative to come to her in the middle of the night, as long as she could borrow the donkey from the slope and say something nice, the dispute between them would stop, but her heart just couldn't compromise.

Zhihan obviously came to the capital for Jing Qicheng, so what about Jing Qicheng? What was he going to do?

"My mother died very early, and Zhihan is the only bloodline in my grandfather's family, and I can't ignore it."

Oh, yes.

Jing Qicheng said this to tell herself, let her know and be interesting, and stop making trouble unreasonably, right?

Meng combs his eyebrows and doesn't want to listen to it anymore.

Yes, she and Jing Qicheng are not husband and wife yet, they are only a nominal couple, but unconsciously, she really fell in love with this man.

She thought that Jing Qicheng was the same as herself.

Feelings are really selfish, and they can only accommodate two or three people, which is too crowded.

I'm sorry, she can't.

"If you want to keep Zhihan in the mansion, then please don't come to me again."

Meng combed his eyebrows and looked at Jing Qicheng steadily, he didn't like to say his words a second time.

"Why do you have to embarrass me?"

"If you think it's embarrassing, think about it."

Meng combed his eyebrows and smiled slightly, the night was already deep, and he wanted to rest, Jing Qicheng walked slowly.

Both of them are proud to the core, they know each other too well and don't know each other too well.

Meng combed his eyebrows and sat on the table, only to feel that the corners of his mouth seemed to taste a little salty.

She raised her hand and felt a hint of wetness under the corner of her eye.

Tears?

It's so strange, she actually cried?

The first time she shed tears, it was actually for Jing Qicheng, she suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at herself for being a fool.

"Cousin, the fish fillet porridge made in the kitchen today is very appetizing, I personally watched the chef make it, you can taste it."

While giving him vegetables, Zhihan exposed the wounds on his hands intentionally or unintentionally.

I thought that Jing Qicheng would say that since he was injured, he should not do these little things himself, but he didn't expect Jing Qicheng to just take a sip of porridge lightly, saying that the kitchen is a smoky and burning place, and she should go less.

"I heard you went to the study to look for me last night?"

Jing Qicheng fiddled with the spoon in his hand, and his eyes swept over Zhihan's body as if he were nothing.

Xiang Jun just wanted to say for Zhihan that she was just remembering that the prince was tired and wanted to make some supper to help the prince make up, so Jing Qicheng put the spoon on the table heavily.

"Did you speak?"

Jing Qicheng's tone was indifferent, and even Zhihan's body trembled.

Zhihan bowed her head and admitted her mistake while thinking about what happened to Jing Qicheng today? With such an angry look, isn't there something he didn't notice about touching Jing Qicheng's reverse scales?