Less than ten centimeters further, the cheeks collided.

Xuan Soft stopped leaning forward and observed carefully.

The person who is as noble as a snow lotus sleeps quietly at the moment, with long thin eyelashes obediently on his eyes, down is the bridge of his nose, and then down, the crimson lips that match his cold white complexion are gently pursed.

The young prince's appearance is extremely beautiful, and his sleeping appearance is easily reminiscent of Western sleeping beauties.

Look down.

The collar of the ink-colored robe folded neatly at the collarbone, revealing the slender white neck and the small half of the beautiful and delicate collarbone.

The little girl raised her hand and touched it, then lowered her eyebrows crookedly.

The gaze fell back to his lips.

Song Qingyan's lips are very beautiful, and the color is not dotted.

Xuan Ruan couldn't help but get closer, and the palace people who were standing close to the edge of the main hall hurriedly lowered their heads, but Gonggong Wen hesitated to call her back.

No matter how you think about it, if His Highness is despised while he is sleeping, it will be a great crime for him to kill his head.

But he couldn't figure out what the relationship between Miss Hua and His Royal Highness was.

The two were in the same carriage this morning, and they were really close.

In his hesitation, the little girl did not move.

She looked at the light coffee-colored eyes of the person in front of her who slowly opened, and blinked cutely.

Song Qingyan maintained a sleeping position on his side, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He didn't quite understand why there was such a scene when he opened his eyes, and she was also surprised to see the appearance of the little girl.

He thought for a moment and closed his eyes again.

The sound of breathing in front of him gradually stabilized, and Xuan Soft consciously held his breath and moved back.

Then he straightened up and quickly returned to the side hall.

Song Qingyan waited until the footsteps stopped, then slowly sat up, glanced in the direction of the hall, and then looked at the window: "What time is it?" ”

Gonggong Wen stepped forward to pour tea: "Your Highness has slept for three hours, and it will be time in two quarters of an hour." ”

Song Qingyan picked up the teacup and took a sip, thoughtful: "What about Hua Ruan'er?" ”

Gonggong Wen's eyebrows jumped, and he pondered: "Miss Hua just woke up for a while. ”

Song Qingyan drank all the hot tea in the cup, and then lightly ordered: "Pass the lunch and ask Miss Hua to come out together." ”

"Huh."

Gonggong Wen then pointed to a palace person to call and go to pass lunch himself.

When he came back again, Xuan Soft had already sat on opposite sides of the table with Song Qingyan.

He commanded the meal to be arranged, and after testing the poison one by one, he stood outside the screen with the other palace people.

There were only the two of them in the screen.

Xuan Soft glanced at him cautiously, and first took a sip of water.

Song Qingyan also picked up the cup, his eyes drooped, and he thought a little in his heart.

Neither of them spoke first, and remained quiet.

It wasn't until the end of the meal that Song Qingyan said flatly: "Take a walk after the meal, and drink the medicine after the walk." ”

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "What kind of medicine do you drink?" ”

Song Qingyan raised his eyes: "Imperial Doctor Jiang prescribed a prescription for you to replenish qi and blood." ”

Xuan Soft unconsciously pursed his mouth: "Got it." ”

Song Qingyan's eyes paused slightly, and he moved away as if nothing happened: "You entered the palace for the first time, and after drinking traditional Chinese medicine, you should go to see the queen." ”

The little girl bowed slightly: "Are you with me?" ”

Song Qingyan looked at her.

He should have reminded Xuan Soft to use honorific titles in front of him, instead of using "you" and "me" all the time.

But when the words came to her lips, looking at the clear eyes of the little girl, she couldn't say anything.

After a moment, he hummed: "When I see the queen, I want to call myself a courtier." ”

The corners of the little girl's lips curled slightly: "Okay." ”

Song Qingyan's eyes froze, his slender fingers circled the white porcelain cup, and he drank a small half cup of warm tea with a mellow entrance.