"But if you don't give the handkerchief to the minion, how can the minion give the appearance to the embroiderer?" Wang Jin asked with a bitter face.

Fu Mingli frowned so much that he could kill a fly, and glared at Wang Jin impatiently several times, and then nodded reluctantly after a while: "Then you be careful, tell the embroidery girl to get it back quickly after a few tricks, don't let me get dirty, do you hear!" ”

Wang Jin held the handkerchief in his hand, and his movements couldn't be lighter, as if he was holding a piece of tofu in his hand: "Yes, yes, the minions have all written it down." ”

"What's the situation at Prince Min's Mansion?" Fu Mingli turned his head and stepped into the threshold, and asked while taking the milk handed over by the palace people.

"Prince Min has been living very well these days, although he has taken leave for days at the court meeting, but he has not complained about the punishment of the county lord of Lingyao in private. I heard that even the county lord of Lingyao himself has changed his usual temperament, and he has been bored in the room all day to recuperate, and he has not made any major movements. ”

"Someone rots on the bone, it's not good." Fu Mingli stroked the cup and showed an intriguing smile: "Keep an eye on Prince Min's Mansion, especially the Lord of Lingyao, this guy must be holding back his big move." ”

"Lord Lingyao, she's just a little girl, is it possible?"

"At my age, I can kill people with a big knife, why can't I." Fu Mingli said and laughed again: "Besides, didn't Lord Lingyao also kill people?" And more than one. ”

Wang Jin remembered the tragedy of the two girls, Red Sleeves and Hui Ran, and stopped talking.

Can the little girl who can ruthlessly commit such a murderous hand to two little girls who don't know it, is it really possible to reform herself?

"And Yu Guoguanyi, is there any news lately?"

Wang Jin took the empty cup in Fu Mingli's hand, "Oh, the servant heard that the Anyang Prime Minister of Da Yu asked the subordinates of the pavilion about Qiu Zheng, but there is nothing else." ”

"Is it pure curiosity, or is there some other purpose?" Fu Mingli glanced at Yun Qing, who was packing up his things with Caidie, and asked meaningfully.

"There shouldn't be any deep meaning, Yu Guo's mission is still the first time to come to Beijing at this time, I haven't seen the momentum of our Daping Qiuqiu, and it's not strange that I yearn for it."

"It's better to be careful." Fu Mingli briefly explained a few more words, then motioned for Wang Jin to retreat, then got up and walked behind Yun Qing and grabbed her hand: "Sister Yun will accompany me out for a walk." ”

Yun Qing followed behind him in surprise: "You dare to let me go out to let the wind out?" Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to escape? ”

"I'm watching it personally, what are you afraid of." Fu Mingli clenched Yun Qing's hand, turned his head and instructed Cai Die to bring a cloak, wanting to put it on Yun Qing personally: "It's a little cold these days, Sister Yun, don't freeze." ”

Yun Qingwei was really not used to such a careful and thoughtful little emperor, so he shook his shoulders and took a step back: "You can talk as you speak, what are you doing so close?" ”

Fu Mingli's fingers that fell on Yun Qing's shoulder paused, and helped her tighten the tie as if nothing happened: "In the future, we will all be husband and wife, and if you are closer, you should cultivate your feelings, and Sister Yun doesn't need to be nervous." ”

Yun Qing became more and more confused about his thoughts.

Fu Mingli tightly grasped Yun Qing's hand all the way through the rockery stone forest in the imperial garden and walked to an attic.

Yun Qing followed Fu Mingli's gaze and saw two big characters written on the plaque: "Qin Pavilion." ”

Fu Mingli said: "This is the attic that my father gave to Concubine Qin to practice the piano in the past, and later I took it back after I ascended the throne. ”

Yun Qing let out an "oh", vaguely aware of Fu Mingli's different mood from before, and didn't say much.

Fu Mingli led Yun Qing all the way inside, turning from the stairs to the second floor.

At the end of autumn, the weather was cool, but the windows in the attic were wide open, and a cool wind was blowing in the face, and Yun Qingqing couldn't help but sneeze.

Fu Mingli hurriedly took off his robe and draped it over Yun Qing's shoulders, and then ordered the palace people to close the window.

"In the past, the concubine stayed here for too long, and I always smelled a bad smell of fat powder here, so I often ventilated people."

Yun Qing nodded, his eyes swept around, although this attic is more than the Qin Pavilion, but in fact, except for a piano in the window, there are bookshelves everywhere, higher than a person's bookshelves, each row of bookshelves is full of all kinds of books, Yun Qing roughly flipped through it, and found that there were mostly poems, books, words and the like, and there were some tea scriptures, which showed that the past life of the owner here should be very leisurely.

"In the past, my father liked it very much, and often came over with the eldest brother to listen to Concubine Qin play the piano, I was young at the time, and I had some admiration, and occasionally stood on the Qin and looked up." Fu Mingli pulled Yun Qing over, opened the window a small slit, and pointed to a corner under the attic: "I just stood there, watching Concubine Qin play the piano at the window, and my father would stand next to me with the eldest brother, the three of them seemed to be a real family of three, and I was only two outsiders with my mother." ”

Yun Qing's heart was astringent.

She has always only said that Fu Mingli has a strange personality, but she ignores that the reason why he has become what he is today is because of the mistakes and omissions of the first emperor and the queen mother.

What child does not yearn for the love of his parents, if the first emperor is indifferent and strict to every child, he will never worry too much, but his father who is partial to him loves his brother so much, such a gap is too cruel for a child of that age.

Fu Mingli's eyes caught a glimpse of Yun Qing's unbearable look, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Yun Qing closed the window, turned around and walked to the piano stand and sat down, and said to Fu Mingli: "You go over there and sit down." “

He obediently walked over to the chair across from him and sat down.

Almost as soon as he sat down, the sound of the piano sounded on the other side.

Yun Qing's fingertips twist slowly on the strings, and the sound of the piano is sometimes delicate and soft, sometimes cheerful and tranquil, as if the mountain spring is clear and clear, and it is like the birds and flowers in the forest are exciting.

Fu Mingli half-leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting from Yun Qing's elegant posture, and finally fell to her slender and white fingers.

It was undoubtedly a pair of pampered hands, so delicate that there was no trace of toil, and the fingertips were like green magnolias, rich and soft with a faint luster.

Beautiful yet fragile.

As soon as Yunqing's song fell, Fu Mingli still lowered his eyebrows and didn't know what he was thinking.

She glanced at him lightly, and she kindly played the piano to him, and he came upside down?

Yun Qing puffed out his cheeks, got up from the piano stand and walked to the bookshelf, and took out a book of poems from it to read, which was the preface of Mr. Jingjie.

What Yunqing opened happened to be a letter from his husband "Waiting for a Stranger with Ziyan".

Yunqing's favorite paragraph: learn less piano books, occasionally love to be quiet, and when you open the book, you happily forget to eat. Seeing the shade of the trees, the birds changed their voices, and they were happy again. As the saying goes, in the middle of May and June, lying under the north window, the cool breeze is temporary, and he claims to be the Emperor Xi. The meaning is shallow, and the words can be guaranteed. The sun and the moon passed, and the ingenuity was sparse.