The prince is here.

Lu Yixing's "Si" was staggered, and his heart chuckled.

It wasn't early or late, but tonight, she was hanging Feng Xiaowang for half a night.

Yue Chi nodded and whispered in his ear: "No, you are gone, and the little prince will send the whole mansion out to look for you." She raised an eyebrow.

Lu Yixin squatted and felt her head buzzing, and she hesitated for a long time: "That'...... When did the prince come? ”

"Seeing that you weren't in the house, the little prince got into the carriage without knowing it, and came back before a cup of tea." Yue Chi didn't figure it out, Feng Mingxie stepped into the courtyard with his front foot and then went out of the mansion gate, only sending out all the minions in the courtyard, Yue Chi looked left and right at the door and was worried about this and that, but fortunately, before a cup of tea, the little prince returned to the house.

She flattened her mouth.

Lu Yixuan thought for a while, and reached out to pull the woman's sleeve: "Trouble Miss Yuechi to send a hot bowl of ginger soup to the hall." ”

"Huh?" Yue Chi was stunned for a moment, but when she saw Lu Yixuan winking at herself, she couldn't do anything with the girl's house, so she nodded and retreated.

Lu Yixuan walked lightly along the flower and vine corridor to the outside of the hall, the carved wooden door was half opened, there was incense in it, and there were two warm basins on the side of the desk, like ice and fire inside and outside, she scratched the long hair on her sideburns, and looked straight inside, sure enough, the little prince of Jin Gui was lying on the soft bench on the side, concentrating, reading a book.

I don't hear anything outside the window.

Occasionally, the fingertips rub the grapefruit * grapes that are sent from thousands of miles on the case, one bite at a time, so comfortable, the water droplets roll down the slender fingertips, snapping, making people's hearts choke slightly.

Lu Yixuan "coughed" to clear his throat and courage, straightened his clothes, dusted off the dust and snow, "crunched", and pushed the door in a generous manner.

The man turned a deaf ear, and he didn't glance at half of his eyes, as if the girl of the Lu family had become the most blatant air, and he turned a page of the book without trembling eyelashes.

Lu Yixuan lifted the corner of his skirt and was embarrassed and stiff in the center of the hall, shaking two steps to the left and two steps to the right of Luo's skirt, and the man had an indifferent expression.

"Ahem, ahem." She couldn't bear it, and choked first.

Feng Xiaowang glanced at her lazily with raised eyebrows, and buried his head in the book again.

Lu Yixuan bit his lip, yo, man, this is ...... It's a little temperamental, she is not annoyed but thinks it is very interesting, Feng Xiaowang suddenly can't take care of her-

The little girl lifted the corner of her skirt and turned around, bowed down and said loudly: "Lord, the courtier is back." "She wanted to tease him.

"Hmm." In exchange for the indistinct murmuring response, it is considered to be understood.

That's it?

Lu Yixuan's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes turned and he jumped to drag a small stool, poof, no one sat down, reached out and unceremoniously picked the grape * grape and sent it to his mouth, well, sweet - eighty percent is the "drunken golden branch" that Huaijiang paid tribute to the saint, and he didn't want to touch it if he wasn't a relative of the emperor.

She crossed her little finger and peeled the skin of the grapevine: "The courtier went to the Zhufa Temple and saw Gu Qingxun." "She didn't hide it, she told her what she did tonight, and in front of Feng Xiaowangye, you don't want to do anything wrong.

"Hmm." The second time there was no committal response.

Oops, Lu Yixuan swallowed the grape * grape and was still picking and choosing in the fruit bowl, the dim light and shadow of the candle flame reflected the warm orange water droplets on her fingertips, she made a fuss and said: "Tsk, prince, this is the first time you have done it, and you didn't think of a way to separate him from the courtier." ”

But no, the men in Feng Mingxi's eyes who want to show favor to Lu Yixuan are all obstacles, and Qing Xun took her to Zhufa Temple to pray for blessings, and only halfway through the way back, people were dragged away by the "patient" in a hurry, in exchange for a hairrope ribbon "Pingshui Meeting" of Feng Xiaowangye, and took her leisurely through the night market in Shengjing City.

Not only Gu Qingxun, but Qin Zheng was also teased by this guy.

Feng Mingxie's hand that was flipping through the book paused, put down the scroll, and finally fixed his gaze on Lu Yixuan.

The little girl cleared her throat and pointed to the damp traces on the man's shoulders that had been dried for most of but were still there, as Yue Chi said, the little prince was in a hurry and this snow had only started to fall not long ago, why did the man's shoulders get wet because of the melting of snowflakes, obviously, he guessed where Lu Yixin might go, so he came to Zhufa Temple alone to see Gu Qingxun's comfort and Lu Yixuan's relief, he may have followed for a long time, watched for a long time, from Zhufa Temple to Tianjie Night Market.

Light snow is falling in the city.

It's just that this time, he didn't bother Lu Yixuan's rare reunion interest.

Lu Yixin carefully peeled off the grapefruit skin in his hand, and then slowly met the man's gaze, Feng Xiaowang is a lover, Lu Yixin is only Lu Zhongsi left in Shengjing City, and the meeting and care of the deceased can make her better come out of this haze, so he does not disturb, does not stop, and reins in all the laughter and scolding.

Lu Yixuan spit out his own speculation as soon as possible, as if the sinking stone that was originally suppressed in his heart has also disappeared, and the little prince is so understanding that he has to love it.

The man's eyes flickered through the curling smoke and candlelight, and seemed to disappear on the other side of the cloudy mist, and his slight fluctuations were fleeting, and he said lightly nonchalantly: "Yes." "I don't admit it, I don't deny it, and I'm a little reluctant.

Lu Yixuan tilted his head to look at him, knock knock, the door knocked softly, and Yue Chi stepped into the hall with ginger soup.

"The little prince doesn't deny it, that is, he admits it," of course she is helping the girl of the Lu family to speak, and the man's rare twisted temper makes Yue Chi can't help but want to laugh, ah, the little prince can't help but eat the taste, and the conciseness is outrageous, "It's windy and snowy outside, if it's cold, Imperial Doctor Hu should be anxious again." Feng Xiaowang was still and sick, but the old guys in the hospital were worried, and the ninety-five respected didn't drop the sentence "come to see you" and leave, leaving the old lady doctor who knelt on the ground and trembled.

Feng Mingxie looked at the two girls who were helping each other, he rubbed his forehead and took the ginger soup and drank it all, Yue Chi then exited the door with satisfaction, and couldn't help but wink at the girl of the Lu family.

"Is it bitter?" Lu Yixuan asked inexplicably.

The man shrugged his shoulders, the ginger soup is neither bitter nor sweet with a lot of aroma of boiled herbs, Lu Yixuan's words are a little deliberate and ridiculous, his eyelashes are slightly raised to see what kind of look she has* Mood, suddenly the chest is pushed, the force is not heavy, and the breath that comes up is with the flying snow, the dark fragrance of plum blossoms and the sweetness of a little drunken golden branch, the warmth of the touch along the corner of the lips, like a butterfly on the flower*stamen, she leans over quickly, retreats faster.

As if to cover up his embarrassment, Lu Yixuan cleared his throat and choked, jumping back into the chair as if he was running away, but he couldn't hide his suddenly red and hot cheeks.

Feng Mingxie was indeed unexpected, and he was even stunned before realizing that the little girl's kisses were all shy, and she was pretending to be casual and continued to stuff grapes into her mouth.

One, two.

The taste is not enough, and the meaning is still unfinished.

Feng Mingxie didn't speak, she didn't stop, she almost choked to death, the man squinted his eyes funny, he had to admit that Lu Yixin's sudden initiative and closeness were indeed flattering, you must know that this wood has never liked to open his mind, yes, he doesn't like it, knowing that you are deeply affectionate and unwilling to give your emotions over.

Lu Yixin stuffed a mouthful of grape-grape, and finally couldn't help it, chewing and muttering: "Why, it's like seeing a ghost." She didn't know whether she was weak or annoyed, but she just kissed this bastard, and it was necessary to stare at herself so intently as if she had done something earth-shattering.

The charcoal pot of the stove seemed to be even hotter, and she felt more and more anxious.

Feng Xiaowangye's eyebrows relaxed, and he threw the scroll in his hand that he had no intention of reading into the corner of the wall, and there was still a little pretentious regret in his arms: "Tsk, this king thought that Ah Yu had figured out that it was time to give him a hug." He patted the soft bench, and the soft * jade warm fragrance should be full.

Phew, Lu Yixuan spat unceremoniously - whimsical.

Feng Ming smiled evilly, oh, this is like his Ah Yu, awkward and shy, heroic and bold, as if some kind of tacit affection is rooted in the bottom of his heart and blooms into a vine climbing branch, little by little, encroaching on all emotions.

Lu Yixin glanced at the stinky man, and suddenly remembered something, untied the small package she brought back on the table, and reached out and handed it to him: "Oh, I'll give it to you." ”

She also turned her head and didn't look at Feng Xiao Wangye.

A look of "love wants, don't pull down", how can there be any sincerity to send your heart.

Feng Mingxie was stunned and blinked, Lu Yixuan's hand was a little sugar man, yes, it was the kind of sweet and greasy little snack he gave to this girl, the man laughed, a little silly but inexplicably people thought that the girl in front of him was cute and interesting.

He took the sugar man, the candlelight reflected the texture through the sugar threads, wisps, like a red rope through the bones in his heart, he raised his eyebrows and thought evilly: "Can you give it to Gu Qingxun?" The two of them came home in the snow with an umbrella in the same hand.

Lu Yixuan's brows frowned and she understood, she gritted her teeth and was about to catch the sugar man back: "If it's not rare, return it to me!" ”

She snorted and pounced on the bastard to hear if the bastard was talking to a human being—she was so annoyed that she wouldn't try to amuse him even if she had smashed it herself!

Feng Xiaowang likes to see her angry appearance, one hand easily chokes Lu Yixuan's arm, and the other hand has already wrapped around the girl's waist and pulls it with the trend, she fell into the soft collapse, it is better to say that she fell into the man's arms.

"The water that was spilled out of the sent," the man laughed, "Hugh wants to go back." "Except for the bronze sparrow gold beads that even came with a deception, this is the first time Lu Yixin wants to give him a gadget.

Feng Mingxie was happy and tight.